#i hoooope you don't mind

[inundatae]

@oneireth continued from here.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 between memory and water. Both so shapeless and mutable, containing within mysteries often beyond that of mortal comprehension. He’s delved through the depths beneath the tide and held within himself the memories of a thousand, thousand souls.

Such memories and emotions slip away in time – water through his fingers, but his own memories remain, changed by that brief melding of past and present. “Forgive me, I misspoke.” How does one take issue in remembering too much? All the while bearing vital gaps within his recollection of a time from before. “Please do not trouble yourself in devising a remedy, I doubt any such treatment exists for this particular affliction.” If it could be considered as such, when the memories that have slipped away is a consequence of the natural cycle of this world.

“There exists a sentiment within Fontaine, or rather what could be considered simple truth: water contains our strongest emotions and with it our memories. Unsurprising, when there is an undeniable link between both. Those bearing a certain affinity are thus capable of experiencing moments once lost.” He crosses his arms, gaze down cast while lost in thought. “I have often wondered at the possibility of retrieving  those lost memories.”

[ticklygiggles]

Board game nights | Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi & Sugawara Koushi

Commissioned by @ticklee-sunshine

A/N: I hoooope you enjoy thiiis Suuunshiiiine 💞 as always, I apologize profusely for the delay *sobs* I hope you like it! It was fun to write these cuties. This is based on this post, sent by Sunshine hehe ❤️

Summary: Ah, nothing like enjoying a night with your lifelong friends and... a stupid board game.

Adult life was difficult, but exciting at the same time. Getting a job came with more responsibilities than just doing homework and playing volleyball, but it was always rewarding. However, adult life was also a very busy life; a kind of balance between work, relaxation, family and friends, but Daichi had become very accustomed to it. He loved his job and he thought that he had a very nice grip of things in general, but he couldn't lie, many times he was so tired that he wished he could stay in bed for five days straight. 

When all his activities began to take their toll on him, he knew perfectly well that there were two people who were there for him and, although it was a little difficult for one of them to come from Tokyo to Miyagi, they always managed to meet up and spend time together. 

It was just one of those days. Daichi, Asahi, and Suga had made plans to spend Friday night together at Suga's house. His apartment was always so cozy and for some reason, Daichi thought it always smelled like cookies. The three of them had eaten dinner and had a couple of cans of beer on them, just enough to make their heads feel just a little light.

They spent much of the night reminiscing and laughing at not only themselves, but also their little and, in Suga's words, adorable kohais. Daichi soon began to feel the tiredness in his shoulders disappear and the stress of the week dissipating. He needed this and he knew Asahi and Suga did too. 

“Hey,” Suga chuckled, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. “Remember that game?" 

Daichi tilted his head to the side. “What game?” 

“Oh no.” There was horror in Asahi’s features, but a little smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Daichi was even more confused, especially when Suga got up with a bright grin and disappeared into his room, coming back a few moments later with a Jenga box. Both Asahi and Daichi gasped, their cheeks flushing.

“Oh my goodness, why do you still have that?!” Daichi said, chuckling a little as Suga sat back down on his side of the table at Daichi's right. He pulled out the tower of Jenga pieces and it was as if a hurricane of memories flooded his head, making him laugh lightly. 

“Oh please, don't tell me we're-” 

“Our dear designer will go first!” Suga interrupted Asahi, pushing the tower between them. 

“Why me?!” 

Daichi laughed. A little bit of excitement swirled in his chest. He still remembered perfectly well the day when Suga, of course, had proposed to alter this Jenga game. It was a normal game: pieces of wood that you had to take out and place on top, but with the peculiarity that on each piece there was a small inscription, made by Suga himself, with a permanent marker. 

Daichi could see that the letters hadn't worn off at all, even after playing for so long on the weekends when they were in high school. On each piece a small punishment or 'dare', as Suga called it, was written and all of them, absolutely all of them, were related to tickling. Tickling a body part for a certain amount of time, enduring being tickled without laughing, doing something stupid to avoid being tickled, Suga had come up with all sorts of ideas that had really blown Daichi and Asahi's minds. The work of a true sadist, Asahi had said at the time, earning himself a second round of tickling just because. 

“Loser will pay for breakfast tomorrow, okay?" 

It wasn't like Daichi or Asahi could say no... and it wasn't like they wanted to say no, either. Daichi had to be honest, he was excited to play again, and from the goofy smiles on his friends' faces, he knew they did too. Especially Suga. 

Asahi whined, but he reached out, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the first piece out. He immediately tried to pull it on top, but Suga snatched it off his hand and read the inscription out loud: 

“Three minutes of tummy tickles.” 

Asahi whined again, almost kicking his legs like a child throwing a tantrum as he grabbed the block from Suga's hand and carefully placed it on top. Daichi laughed and pulled out his phone, setting the timer. 

Poor Asahi was already laughing even as he lay on the floor, infecting Daichi and Suga. Both men stood on either side of Asahi and Suga immediately lifted up his shirt, exposing his toned stomach. 

“I hope my tickling abilities aren't too rusty,” Suga said, wiggling his fingers just above Asahi's tummy, making him squirm and whine. “Ready, Dai?”

“Why are you asking Daichi if-”

“Ready!” 

“Gahahaha!” 

The laughter of the three echoed throughout the house as four hands descended against Asahi's stomach. The former ace immediately curled up into a ball, trying to protect his stomach, but there wasn't much he could do with four hands on him. Daichi's fingers ran quickly up and down and back and forth, scribbling all over the warm skin. Suga, on the other hand, dug and vibrated his fingers forming a claw against the center and sides of Asahi's belly, right around his navel. 

“S-Stahahahap!” 

Daichi chuckled, “you certainly are still ticklish, huh?” 

“And I certainly haven't lost my touch!” Suga chirped, giggling when he made Asahi squeal and jerk heavily to the side. 

Daichi felt like he was back in high school and laughed happily along with Asahi and Suga until his phone rang, signaling the end of the two minutes. Asahi sighed, quickly pulling down his shirt and laughing when Suga mischievously poked the side of his tummy. 

“Dahahaichi! Suga is ch-cheheating!”

“Don't worry, it's his turn now.”

Suga looked up with wide eyes and said something about how it was unfair that it was his turn already when he had bought and taken care of the game, but as they settled back around the table, Daichi and Asahi looked at him with mischievous smiles and he had no choice but to take out a block. 

“It says 30 seconds of side tickling,” he said, barely turning to look at the block, but before he could place it on top of the tower, Daichi grabbed his wrist and snatched the block from him. “No!”

“Oya?” Daichi smirked, turning the block around so the other two could see it too, Asahi leaned forward to read it, Suga groaned. “Ticklers’ choice + two minutes.” 

“That is so unfair!” 

“I ask for his ribs,” Asahi said, totally ignoring Suga as he looked at Daichi with a smirk.

Daichi nodded, “then I'll go for his hips.”

“Hey! Why are you guys being so mean?!” Suga yelled, but he stay laid down against the floor, Daichi and Asahi quickly hovering over him. “W-Why do you have to ch-choose such horrible s-s-”

“You can start now, Asahi!”

Suga began to squirm under their hands. Asahi's light, gentle, almost shy fingers carefully dug against his ribs and into the ticklish spaces between them, rubbing circles and squeezing and pinching, knowing Suga was weaker to harder tickles. Meanwhile, Daichi's fingers pressed against Suga's hip bones, rubbing circles that had Suga bouncing his hips and moving them from side to side as if he was dancing. 

“He's so ticklish, isn't he?” Asahi asked, giggling when he found a pair of ribs that made Suga squeal. 

“He truly is. What's the matter, sensei~? Can't stand a little tickling?” 

“I'm gohohonna kihihihill you!” Suga cackled, his hands weakly trying to push at Asahi's. “It's beheheheen mohohore thahan two m-minutes!” 

Just as he said that, Daichi's phone rang again and that was when the adrenaline started running through his veins. It was his turn! He has always had very bad luck in these kinds of games! 

“I feel so bad for you,” Asahi said, patting his back and Daichi reached out to pinch his side. Asahi giggled, pulling away. 

“I do too,” Suga chuckled, already recovered from the tickle attack as he carefully placed his block on top of the tower. “Anyways, go ahead, Daichi!” Oh he was so ready to destroy it. 

Daichi picked a wooden piece and pulled it out ridiculously slow, causing Suga to yell at him to hurry up. Asahi laughed, but Daichi was sweating as he read the block. 

Oh heavens. 

He looked at both men. “I- I think we should- ah!” 

“What does it say?! What does it say?!” 

Asahi read the lines out loud after taking the block from Daichi's hand and Daichi, rather childishly, covered his ears to not hear, as if that could be of any help.

“Hehe, it says ‘big prize! Getting tickled in your worst spot for three minutes with your arms and/or feet pinned down!’.”

“N-Noho, please! Let- Let me choose another one, yes? I- I- n-no! Nohoho!” 

Both Suga and Asahi launched themselves at him, knocking him to the floor. Each one grabbed one of Daichi's wrists and pushed them up over his head, exposing his most ticklish spot: his underarms. Daichi shook his head, giggling like crazy. 

“Please, no! Plehehease, please, s-somewhehere ehelse!” He begged, looking up at his merciless captors, but he knew he had no way out of this. 

Asahi set the timer as he still begged, shrieking as Suga acted as if he was going to start tickling him already, letting his hand fall towards his armpit before stopping it just a few centimeters away from his weak spot. He was already pink in the face and he couldn't stop giggling as the others tightened their hold around his wrists. 

“Plehease! G-Guhuys, I really can't-” 

“Aaaand… now!” 

The feeling of Asahi and Suga's fingers on his armpits was simply indescribable. Every nerve under his arms set off and the sensations traveled to his brain like little jolts of electricity. The laughter that poured from his lips was loud and hysterical. It had been so long since he was tickled like this, he could barely stand it. 

Daichi laughed, begged and screamed for them to stop, but he was almost certain that, at most, only five seconds had passed of the three minutes that awaited him. 

“P-PLEHEASE! N-Not thehehere!” 

Suga and Asahi giggled and chuckled, their fingers digging, pinching, rubbing, prodding and just doing about anything they could think of to tickle Daichi's poor, exposed and ticklish armpits. They knew how to tickle him so well, they had already so much experience and they truly hadn't forgotten about anything. 

Daichi cackled and howled, shrieking ridiculously loud as his legs kicked and his body squirmed from side to side. He was surprised he couldn't free himself from their grip, he did a lot of training at work, but there he was, being reduced to a laughing mess by some tickles to his armpits. 

“What's the matter, policeman~?” Suga teased, giggling loudly. “Can't stand a little tickling? Let's hope no criminals know about your weakness!” 

Asahi laughed, shaking his head. “You are terrible. Daichi, tell him something, don't let him mock justice like this!” 

They were both terrible! Daichi felt his face getting hot and he tried to say something, but he just couldn't, not when he was laughing like that. 

“Five… four… three.. two… one… zero!” 

Daichi collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily as he tried to stop the laughter that continued to flow out of him. He didn't even have the strength to lower his arms, but Suga and Asahi helped him... by tickling him again. Daichi immediately lowered his arms, writhing on the floor. 

“G-Gohohoodnehehess, this g-game is teheherrible!” 

“You're just unlucky, or should I say, very lucky?" Suga giggled, poking Daichi's ribs and tummy until he sat back again, letting out a long sigh as he put his block in olace. "Okay, Asahi, you're next!” 

"This can't get any worse, right? Oh..."

"Let's see," Suga chuckled, taking the block from Asahi's hand and grinning wildly at the words. "Three minutes of feet tickling with brushes~"

"Plehehease, d-don't! Anything buhut thahat!"

Daichi thought perhaps it wasn't that he was unlucky in this game... Suga simply was, indeed, a sadist!

[natasomewhere]

So I saw that @athimbleful got an ask about GA and their perception of jonsa and just today I was talking with my colleague about the latest epi and he is definitely a casual and the most usual viewer and not a shipper at all!

he: I didn't like it (8.05)!

me: why is that?

he: why she (D) did that? I mean, it felt that something is coming... but still... why?

me: well, because *gave a lot of the hints and foreshadowings of dark!dany since almost the beginning*?

he: I saw something was wrong with her... But Jon! In this epi he was so lost! And why he couldn't kiss her? He said that he loves her but it didn't looks like it was true...

me: maybe because he actually doesn't love her...

he: how is that?

me: um *explained everything about pol!jon*

he: wow, now it all makes sense! And I would like you to be right! Just like Sansa all these episodes and seasons)...

me: ha ha yeah and they definitely counterpose her ruling style and D's...

he: in what?

me: *short excurse about D's power based on fear and S' based on love*

he: well well...

*our rant about importance jon's true parentage and if he is gonna die then what was the point of rlj*

he: so... jon and sansa seem like the most suitable for the ruling hah... *me seeing how he is thinking hard*... wait a minute...*it was looking like the great idea came on his mind* omg! they just should be together!

me: *trying not to show my crazy shipper side* mmm... don't knooow... maybe...

he: maybe?! they are the perfect and the most logical option!

me: *really hard tryin to contain myself* ... well... even if you are right, it's GoT... they won't give us some kind of happy end...

he: well maybe they finally should give us at least something after all this shit and mess!!!

me (inside): *ugly crying* I soooo hoooope!!! aajbvajinxmmaaa*

me (ouside): ... aha...

[a-tale-of-legends]

Fanmail

Summary: The Galar gang gets fanmail for Valentine's! With adult supervision, of course.

Notes: Not sure if this count bas spoilers, but I'm putting it up anyway. And as always I hope you enjoy!

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" Ok. Here you go," Leon hands Naomi her fanmail after scanning it over himself, then moving on to the next fanmail scattered on the ground. Truthfully, this stuff would have been already sorted by the staff, but the kids were insistent that they open the mail themselves, much to Leon's dismay. Fortunately, he managed to drag Sonia, Piers, Raihan and of course the twins in to help, so he doesn't have to suffer alone.

" Now let's see, ' Dear Naomi, I just wanted to tell you that you've been a real inspiration to my daughter-' oh, I'm gonna cry already," Naomi sniffs, holding back her tears. Leon can't help but smile at her, pride swelling in chest. Months ago she was too scared to even consider herself a trainer, and now she's being an inspiration for all.

" Don't cry, Nomi, you'll wet the paper. Then how else you'll know how awesome you are?" Hop nudges her shoulder gently, with an encouraging grin.

" Hoooop, that's going to make me cry more!" she cries, but takes his advice and wipes away her tears. She reads the rest to herself, but the joy in her eyes speaks for itself.

" What about you Carol? Got something to cry sbout? Some love letters?"Hop teases, but his mouth goes a gap when he sees Carol sitting on a thrown of fanmail, topped of with a paper crown that lays lopsided on their head. In their hand in a heart shaped box with chocolates, Carol popping one into their mouth.

" Nah," is all the say as they lean back into their throne, clearly enjoying the look.

" What the hell?!" Hop exclaims, and Leon gives him a pointed look.

" Language!"

" No no," Elliot counters, leaning on the back of Alexis, " Keep cursing, it's good for the soul," She sticks her tongue out playfully as Leon gives her a glare.

" How do you have so many?!" Carol smirks, gesturing to themself.

" It's the Carol Charm, baby," they say smugly, only for Bede to shove them to the side, almost making them fall of their thrown, and sitting next to them.

" It's both of ours. Don't mind them," he says, stealing a chocolate from Carol.

" Hey! First you try to knock me off my throne, now you steal my chocolate?!"

" Yes," Bede replies, " Besides, you don't even know it's for you. Raihan just lifted it in the air and you just grabbed it!"

" Because it was meant for me!"

" Wait where is Raihan?!" Alexis' voice cuts between the siblings arguing. Right on que, Raihan's hand appears behind the throne of fanmail, sporting a peace sign.

" Yo," is all he says, and Alexis' eyes widen.

" Your throne is tall enough to hide Raihan?!"he exclaims, and a snicker comes out of Piers.

" Then you must be really small in comparison, ah Alexis?" Piers teases, and Marnie snickers with him.

" I am a perfect average height, thank you very much" Alexis huffs, and Elliot pats his head in sympathy.

" Seems unfair for you two to have such a big throne...." Hop pouts, glossing over the mail that Sonia passed him. Naomi pats his shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile.

" Maybe we can combine our fanmail and make a thrown too-"

"NO." All the adults say at once, shutting down Naomi's idea at once, Raihan even popping out from behind the mail throne.

" Alright, that's fair," Naomi chuckled nervously.

" Sheesh," Hop murmurs next to her, causing her to giggle more.

" ......okay, I'm hungry" Marnie finally chimes in, slouching on the floor.

" Should we take a break?" Naomi asks, and almost immediately, everyone agrees, and starts walking out of the fanmail made room. Raihan picks up and carries Carol and Bede our, despite their protests, though it doesn't last long. Food is all they could think about now. The fanmail could wait for later.