#not mentally i mean....anatomically

[pcktknife]

it's fucked up how much is going on in an octopis head

[etherealspacejelly]

Some of my opinions, in no particular order

golf courses should be abolished. mini golf can stay. actual golf? no. golf courses take up so much water to maintain their grass, grass which, btw, is a monoculture and bad for wildlife. the area that golf courses take up could be used for affordable housing, or natural areas left to grow with wild native plants that are better for the insect populations. but nooo, we gotta use all this land so that stuck up rich people can play the most boring game ever invented. bullshit.

the police should be abolished. i would settle for defunding but really they just need to go.

children are people, treat them as such. kids have thoughts and feelings that are just as real and valid as yours.

on a similar vein, you are allowed to not want children, but that doesn't give you a free pass to hate kids or be mean to kids. they didnt ask to be here, be kind.

there should be a maximum wage. after a certain point, there is no amount of labour you could possibly do to Earn that much money. your workers earned that money, and you are stealing it from them.

there is a difference between millionaires and billionaires. when i say eat the rich im not talking about actors and musicians, im talking about people who are directly responsible for poverty, hunger, suffering, and homelessness around the world. people who hoard obscene amounts of wealth that No One could ever hope to spend in an entire lifetime and simply watch while minimum wage workers struggle to put food on the table and the elderly freeze in their homes.

sex ed should start in primary school, at an age-appropriate level. if kids are old enough to ask questions about sex, they are old enough to learn about it in a safe environment. they should be taught correct anatomical names for body parts (penis, vulva, vagina, etc.).

there should be more research into autism and ADHD in adults, this shit doesn't just go away when you grow up.

diagnostic criteria for disabilities, disorders, and mental health conditions should be written by people who have or have had these conditions. how is someone supposed to know if they have autism, for example, if the symptoms are written from the perspective of someone who has never experienced it?? doesn't make any fucking sense.

hostile architecture should be illegal. unhoused people deserve a place to sleep. or better yet, give them houses. there are literal studies done that prove that housing people saves the government money in the long run, so why aren't we doing that? make it make sense

edit: updated to add more clarity to the golf thing. didn't explain that one well enough and left some people confused

[demonsandpieohmy]

Carte Blanche

Celebrating WAMEN over at @goodomensafterdark by bringing you another collab with @searchingforakeythatdoesntexist! Go check out her amazing art for this fic. Thank you to @theonewiththeshippinggoogles for betaing!

Rating E, 2.9k words. Warning for smut and nsfw art

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“Crowley.” An angelic voice and a light tap on the shoulder caused a grin to spread across his face, which he quickly tamped down into something resembling a casual smirk.

“Aziraphale,” he said smoothly, turning around. “Fancy seeing you-”

Crowley nearly choked on his drink as he took in the sight of Aziraphale standing next to him. The same bright blue eyes, upturned nose, and beatific smile as usual greeted him, but everything else was different. Gone was the usual buttoned up suit and solid shoulders, replaced by a gently sloping neck atop an hourglass figure. The fashionably low-scooping neckline of Aziraphale’s cream and baby blue evening gown revealed the top of generous breasts pushed up by the corset design of the dress. A velvet choker drew his attention to very biteable collarbones.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale frowned when he didn’t respond, and then looked down at himself. “Oh, I know, slightly different outfit choice today. I’m trying to blend in with the court ladies, as an acquaintance of the ambassador’s wife. A little easier when I’m not, you know.” He vaguely gestured over his body.

Slightly different outfit choice? Jesus fucking Christ. Crowley had only seen Aziraphale in a female form a handful of times over the years, and definitely never anything like this. Hell, he barely saw past his neck as it was.

He also knew Aziraphale went for anatomical correctness, both to blend in and to fill out his trousers in a way that wouldn’t draw suspicion. Which must mean… He mentally slapped himself to stop from thinking about what kind of glorious effort Aziraphale must currently be sporting.

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[obsessionreflexion]

i am going crazy, cuz what do you mean??? poet viktor??? soldier jayce??? like, that is so incorrect

"there will come a poet, whose weapon if his words" how is that viktor, that has jayce talis written all over it!!! he is charismatic, and can talk around most of their problems. also he is the one with the "theoretical" knowledge, hes studying MAGIC ffs. at the beginning he has the initial idea of magic and machine combination, so he's super creative, like a poet

"there will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword" i think the sword here applies to his mental power? and again, a reference to how he perfected the hextech theory, and was not the one who came up with it, the same way a soldier is getting initial ideas from others. also the "he will tear your city down" is applied to him because of his connection to Zaun and Piltover, and how he is tearing down the divide between the two cities

"there will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorne" okay ill be fr, like that is literally mel with the black rose and bloodline and her ability to rule

i get it that its usually the "big guy soldier, small guy poet" and i think we often hastily limit ourselves to the bounds of anatomical stereotypes, but that shouldn't be the end of our analysis

[hotnsweetnprimrose]

Who am I? Well,

I'm part boy part girl, boygirl, the protector and mayor of transgenders! Well. Not that last one, that's not an official position nor would I claim it in a non-joking manner. I'm just a silly t4t slut :P

If you see this blog in sfw areas or engaging with sfw blogs, I’m just there to shitpost and I cannot be bothered to do a main blog switch thing lmao. But if it makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay too! Feel free to block. I will also probably reblog sfw memes and such too. A laugh is a powerful thing.

Last Updated: Jan 31 2025

My name is Prim or Eden (switch 'em up when it's been a while). I'm 22, I am trans, non-binary, and bigender (androgyne flavor), and I'm here to fuck and get fucked, at least in what ways are possible over the internet. I'm interested in all genders, but have far more fondness in my heart for my fellow trans folk. :P (I’m on the aroace spectrum but absolutely sex-favorable. It’s fun)

I'm a switch and vers in many things! I am 5'1" and a tad fragile. However due to mental health stuff, domming requires a Lot of trust in advance. I’m more likely to sub simply because it’s less stressful for me at this point.

I prefer they/them pronouns from people who aren't close to me, but once you get to know me, we'll figure it out further :P. I might use it/its for myself while in subspace being a toy, don’t change any of your language in response unless I ask or you get permission, please!

I strongly believe in trans joy and t4t joy. Transmasc transfem transneutral trans [fill in the blank] we are all so hot and cool. <3 It brings me joy to lend aid whenever and wherever I can. This blog is focused on trans 4 trans first and foremost. Cis people are an afterthought, almost always.

Send me asks if you want! DMs even! I love meeting people! Don't be shy! Unless you're cis, then I have high standards so yes do be shy. And if you’re cis and heterosexual? …. Sorry, if you’re attracted to me, you absolutely cannot be both of those things! I have a discord available after I get dm'd because tumblr dms my behated.

Please don't interact if you're a minor or don't have your age in your bio. I will block you. Immediately. Be patient and you'll have a chance to explore when it doesn't endanger yourself or others.

More stuff under the readmore including limits, kinks, and other tidbits.

I also just block and unfollow liberally if you aren't firmly on the side of t4t solidarity and mutual support. We're all having a hard time out here. (I also will not hesitate break mutuals if you post content that damages my mental health that I can't filter for. This is my safe haven.)

Top Surgery (No Nips!!!! Wahoo!!): 10/16/2024

Anatomical Terms:

clit, tdick, tcock, cunt, pussy = GOOD!

boygirl + any term that's deemed good already= GREAT!!

hole = fine. a bit boring

vagina = BAD! too technical

If I'm dominant in your scenario, call me mastress, mixtress, or captain. Sir is on the table for those who earn it. If I'm submissive in your scenario, call me toy, pet, diminuitive names, or kitten.

Let me know if you need anything tagged!

Due to me being bigender (androgyne edition), I try not to reblog posts with "men dni" or "women dni" on them as I feel like that's denying part of my identity. Also out of principle so maybe people will be less broad with those kinds of statements OR remember multigender folks like myself exist. Please don't binarize me, that sucks.

I call the rp/kink fiction/pretend element "kayfabe" because wrestling is y'know. somewhat analogous to kink in some ways!

I have a lot of posts I still have to queue and tag alas.

Not Planning on Going On Longtime Systemic T Please Don't Act Like I Am [I use tcock and tdick with the t meaning trans or t4t, not testosterone <3]

List time!!!!

g = giving, r = receiving

BIG YESES!!

body worship [g+r]

praise [g+r]

tentacles & monsters [...g+r] (used to be this blog's main theme, but I'm revamping! might still post/rb it though)

bondage & restraint & shibari [g+r]

hypnosis [g+r]

bimbofication & dumbification genre [g+r]

creampies [r+g but that requires a strap and/or imagination] - I hate this word I need a new word!! The stuff with breeding is good but pregnancy is such a no go for me…. 🤔

overstim [g+r]

edging [g+r]

Objectification in the sense of being a toy, a tool, something with a function that does a job [r, unsure about g]

petplay [g+r I am a kitten thank you not a puppy sadly]

gentle gender affirming genderplay/forcemasc/forcefem!!!!!! [g+r]

size kink [I'm so damn short I gotta sexualize it]

DEFINITELY MORE I DON'T REMEMBER OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD

CONTEXT DEPENDENT (not always a big yes but the version eithout context is a no)

anal [giving ONLY, and only with gloves or a strap. I do not stuff in my ass or touching that hole]

intox [giving/domming ONLY]

Consensual non-consent but ONLY if it's clearly established as such with the post/fiction (I know I'm rare in that I find the prep and negotiation hot but hey, I love communication and trust!)

Painplay [giving/domming ONLY]

Breathplay [giving/domming ONLY] (picky about this one because safety but also I got asthma so I need to breathe normally)

NOS!!!!

Any kind of pregnancy or pregnancy focused kink

Any sort of inflation (cumflation is case by case)

Breeding with the INTENT of pregnancy (see creampies above, I do love the raw sex and being cum in but pregnancy still makes me dysphoric)

Nipple/breast focused content and/or kink (don't have those anymore and they gave me dysphoria) [except if you want to do like. breast theft. then we can talk about it but I'm super picky it's basically a no] {okay I’m cool doing it for others tits but not Mine}

Detrans kink and misgendering kink (I respect you but not my thing and usually makes me dysphoric. More power to ya though!)

Kinks involving urine, scat [shit], or filth [literal] in any large capacity

Consensual Non-Consent when it's in-universe just non-con

I respect y’all but no f4uxc3st and please tag it!!!! I have it blocked because my brain goes “you want ocd symptoms abt this? Okay!” I don’t even have full ocd just traits n trauma 😔

Nudes. Not without my express and enthusiastic agreement (rare). I might send but I do not like to receive.

[all of this is subject to changes and updates when I remember things not listed here or I learn more about my tastes!]

Tags:

#Prim Speaks = non-horny posts/writing/updates (that's what this is tagged as)

#Prim Whimpers = horny writing (submissive focus)

#Prim Smirks = horny writing (dominant focus)

#Prim Moans = horny writing (generally)

#Prim Reveals = if I ever do post suggestive pics this is the tag for that. we'll see how I feel.

#it's the little things you queue together = queued posts, if you know what song and musical that's from, kiss me on the mouth.

There are two sideblogs off this blog but they’re both secret. Thank you <3

[beckmessering]

so. here’s my @operablr-secret-santa gift for @supercantaloupe 💛

it’s an ✨𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔✨ of rigoletto’s 2nd act. (details are below the cut)

i have been on a roll with anatomical hearts this year & i’ve made a whole series lol so here we go. personally, i think “piangi, fanciulla” is one of the most touching parts of the whole opera. it really encapsulates what it means to be a parent: you might be doing shittily, and be sick with worry, but if your kid is doing badly and needs your stability, you do anything you can to offer it to them. so i drew this heart, cut it out w/ an empty space, and stapled it back to the original drawing paper on black background.

stapling is a method of wound closure, which metaphorically stands for both rigoletto’s and gilda’s fraught, emotionally injured state. they’re both mentally banged up quite a bit, in different ways. at the same time, stapling as a method doesn’t seem as neat as stitching. it always ends up kind of rough. when we staple paper, we slam our hand on the stapler, quickly, and when we staple wounds, we do it because it’s faster than stitching. stapling is for mass casualty situations. it’s for when your kid needs to cry and so do you, but you’re the parent and you have to have your shit together and be the stable one, so you slam your hand on the stapler and tell your daughter it’s okay, she can cry.

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 14th Jan ✨

Oh, friends, I have had a shit week but these listens have definitely gone some way to making it bearable. Happy Audio Drama Sunday 🎧

👻 @tellnotalespod oh how I love you and how I have missed you!! It seems that some time has passed since the end of S1 and Leo has OBVIOUSLY made absolutely stellar choices in the meantime. Nothing is better for one’s mental health than isolation and trusting the slimiest creature on god’s green earth. 

🦀 @thesiltverses (37) my beloved Silt Verses have returned with a frankly exceptional HOUR long episode filled with so many things to scream about that I don’t even know where to start. Val’s revelation that extreme power can also be used to bring people joy is VERY interesting indeed. They were never going to be able to control her, but I doubt it even more now. And PAIGE stepping up!! Part of me really wants a Val vs Paige stand off but most of me wants to protect Paige at all costs… I am loving the music choices this episode and the scene with the telephone calls was so good! Also, PLEASE stop foreshadowing Carpenter’s death, I am going ‘lalalalalala I can’t hear you!!’

🧳 I listened to episode 8 of Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions after a night shift and the hazy tiredness only served to make it even more transcendentally beautiful. I adore the blossoming friendships aboard the Tola, especially between the Traveller and Óli 😭🌌

👁️ @malevolentcast (39) I love it when you can *feel* that an episode is gearing up to a season finale, a few little loose strands tied up here and there but one BIG problem looming for the finale. I NEED to remember to not listen to this show when I’m emotionally compromised in any way because I found myself bloody sobbing as Marie was talking about her son. I should know that Malevolent is going to play dirty with my emotions. 

🏛 @the-mistholme-museum ENDLESS okay I don’t want to ruin this for anyone who hasn’t listened yet but !!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!! and !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let’s go!!!!!!!!!!!

🐬 @patterspod P Files brought creative levity into our lives with the tale of Professor Fantabulum. I’m honestly a huge fan of the idea of creative genius as a torch passed on to the people who you inspire

🌨️ @thewhitevault (5) Oh I just don’t trust this guy at all. . . everything he says is so perfectly plausible that there’s just obviously something wrong with him. My friend pointed out that the family meeting mentioned surveyors . . . . .  Now S has been killed by something . . . . I just adore the way The White Vault slowly ramps up the cosmic kind of horror but you’re so distracted by all the other scary human shit going on that your brain is primed and ready to be terrified by the obviously fictional stuff by the time it happens. It’s such clever writing!! 

❤️‍🔥 The Love Talker (6) Ah, now, Ren…. Just because you *can* do something, doesn’t meant necessarily mean that you should… you feel me? Some of the anatomical descriptions in this episode made me want to vomit a little. It’s so awful, I need to know what happens next!!

🏢 @somewhereohio (S2E5) I’m absolutely living for these scenes with Green and Sterling. Are they squishing my heart into pieces? Yes. Do I feel sick to my stomach thinking about the impossibility of trying to perfect and control the one you love? Yes. Can I have more, please? 

🍾 I finished season 1 of @ameliapodcast and what an absolute DELIGHT that ending was!! What an absolutely masterful raising of the stakes at just the right moment in time to keep the listener absolutely hooked. I hope Tara and Lily come back one day, they were so much fun and I think will be even more fun as free agents! 

🌫️ @souloperatorpod dropped this week and the first episode is very intriguing indeed! I think I need to relisten without any distractions if I want to stand a chance of collecting all the threads of red string I’m going to need for this show! I really love the theme music and am very excited for more! 

♦️ The Grotto continues to be an absolutely WILD delight. I caved and listened to two episodes this week but it’s okay because I still have ep 4 in my back pocket. I love the music, the sound design, the fact that it is literally impossible to work out what the hell is going to happen next. Go listen to The Grotto!! 

Thanks to everyone making art - it makes things better 💓 I’m so excited for @camlannpod next week!!  

[constanthaunt]

Did you purposely write Gale as not enjoying bottoming?

ahaha what an ask. idk i just think the fic explored someone having a relationship with another man for the first time and a part of that is the sex. i didn't so much as write it as him not enjoying it, as much as that it was new, and therefore strange. because it is different, at the end of the day. and there's been a lot of works by folk smarter than me exploring What It Means, but honestly just anatomically there's a mental and physical barrier required to get over. because it can feel weird and unnatural and too much and like an effort as well as good and there's a certain degree of being in-tune with your own body that maybe wasn't required before. and also having an intransigent belief in your own sphincter ahahaha

[toweroftickles]

Tickle Research Files: Fighting Game Girls

Proposal: “Toughness” and “badassery” do not in any way diminish a person’s ticklishness.

Goals: Analyze for any correlation between physical/muscular development and resistance to tickling, particularly in female athletes.

Cassie Cage

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches and Balls of Feet, Tummy

Intensely bratty and resistant. Difficult to subdue - struggler, thrasher, expert combatant. Will do anything to break free and stop herself from laughing.

Her laugh and reactions have a furious sharpness...she despises losing control of herself or her situation. It’s that, more than the tickling itself, that pisses her off.

The belly button is the only spot that can make Cassie beg or use the word “please.” Only place where she’s vulnerable to feathers.

Swears. A lot. Proficient in colorful language. During examination, she referred to me as a "f*cking perv" on numerous occasions. My feelings are now hurt.

Does her nails often - not your typical pampered Beverly Hills heiress, but still very fashion-forward. She has to intentionally wear large sunglasses and block her mouth with her phone during pedicures, so it’s less apparent that she’s straining not to laugh.

Most effective tool: Hair brush

Chun-Li

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Tummy, Lower Back, Inner Thighs, Knees

To my surprise, subject is the only fighting game character who has been tickle-tortured multiple times in semi-canonical capacity.

Runs fairly hot-and-cold on this: likes being tickled by friends, hates being tickled by enemies.

Applying my own variables to the Spykidsian Principle of Anatomical Energy Distribution, I determined that most of Chun-Li’s ki is stored and channeled through her legs due to her almost-exclusive use of them in combat. Lower limbs are far more powerful, more in-tune with nature, and more receptive to external informational signals.

((Layman’s terms: a pseudoscientific way of saying that her lower body is twice as strong but also twice as ticklish as her upper body.))

Add. Notes: Unclear if higher amount of ki/chi makes a subject more ticklish or if the two are unrelated. Study further.

Morrigan Aensland

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Redacted, Redacted, Not Appropriate for Children, Armpits

A thrill-seeker, always on the hunt for any type of adrenaline rush. Claims to hate being tickled, but displayed surprising willingness...even eagerness...to indulge.

Views tickling as an act of seduction and a release of inhibitions. She’s quite mean and teases & taunts her ‘lees like nobody’s business.

Aensland succubus anatomy - requires constant, intense physical or mental stimulation to maintain her vitality. In a way, tickle torture could actually prolong her life.

Most people are exhausted after a good tickling, but Morrigan actually becomes more energized.

Has a deep, haughty laugh. (And a very attractive Scottish accent.)

Most effective tool: comb

Sonya Blade

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Tummy & Sides

Shares an intense ticklish spot with her daughter - the lower stomach, about two inches to the left of her belly button. Squeezing there, on both of them, causes an instant collapse into furious laughter.

Loud, dry, crackling laugh.

Similar to Cassie, she fights back by punching rather than tickling. Caution required.

Hospital records indicate Johnny Cage was once checked in for shattered teeth and testicular trauma. Official cause of injury listed: "Tickled wife."

Isabella "Ivy" Valentine

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10 (debatable?)

Physical reactions to tickling are very subdued...she trembles, quivers a bit, but won't flinch or flail much.

Produces airy, croaking, low-octave chortles and chuckles from the back of the throat. Lots of gasping. Her laugh, like her speaking voice, is sultry and rough, almost masculine at times.

Will never demand, plead, or beg for the tickling to stop. By the same token, neither does she seem to enjoy it.

Ivy is ticklish all over her body, but her high levels of self-control and icy demeanor make it very difficult to determine which spots (if any) are more sensitive than others.

Effective Methods: Squeezing fingers, soft feathers

Prior to capture, Ivy never had the idea to use tickling as a form of punishment before - now seems intrigued by the notion.

Add. Notes: Would get along well with Morrigan. Try to pair them up in the future.

Juri Han

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Toes, Between Ribs, Pits, Back of Knees

There’s nothing she hates more than being tickled. She is extremely sensitive and will react explosively. Once snapped a consort’s neck with her reflexive kicking and flailing, and then did it again. On purpose.

Shows no interest in tickle torture, but sometimes inflicts it accidentally, by virtue of her highly-aggressive style of...well, doing anything physical.

Only sees tickling as a means to inflict agony and suffering - possibly the most cruel tickler in existence, up there with Jinx. It’s not fun, or cute, or sexy. Xenia Onatopp vibes. AVOID.

That said, on rare occasions, she might more-lightly tickle and taunt an opponent as a humiliation tactic. (She’s quite fond of practicing this on Cammy.)

Her evil manic supervillain laugh and her tickle laugh are virtually identical. A howler and a screamer.

Jacqueline "Jacqui" Briggs

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Armpits, Hips, Soles

Very difficult to break. Interrogation resistance training from army = breath control, pain tolerance, strong will.

Remarkable ability to hold in her laughter. (Longest time: 2 min. 4 sec.)

The only person who can tickle Cassie without suffering physical injury (the inverse is also true).

Growing up, she used to cheat in sparring matches with Cassie by wrestling the latter down and tickling her ribs and stomach.

Mary "Blue Mary" Ryan

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Underneath Ribcage, Arches

Unusual Ticklish Spot: Shoulder Blades

Doesn’t have a strong opinion on tickling, but she loves to laugh. Hers is wild, peppy, and infectious.

Very physical. Likes being wrestled. If you want her to enjoy the tickling, pinning her down and being aggressive is the way.

A frantic kicker. But she’s very polite and will apologize if she knocks her tickler’s teeth out.

Everyone in KOF is at least subconsciously aware that she's ticklish. This is because her dog Anton often leaps onto her, tackles her to the ground and licks her obsessively whenever she wins a match, causing ticklish convulsions.

Has woken up laughing from a dead sleep because Anton licked her bare foot.

Waist is particularly vulnerable to pinches.

Taki

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Lower Tummy, Redacted

In contrast with her stoic facade, Taki giggles uncontrollably through her scrunched nose like a giddy little schoolgirl. She's self-conscious about this.

She takes herself far too seriously, which can put her at odds with her more-rambunctious apprentice, Natsu. The latter often tries to make Taki “lighten up” with surprise attacks.

Much like Cassie Cage, she will NOT hold still.

Most vulnerable to squeezing tickles.

Behold, the living personification of the online parlance “step on me mommy.”

Sheeva (MK11 Variant)

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Armpits (all four of them), Under and Between Toes

Longest time holding in laughter: 15.7 sec.

Most affected by rubbing and pressure on deep tissue. In short, any kind of massage will cripple her.

Shokan anatomy - feet are flat-soled and have two large, very prominent toes. These are not greatly dexterous and don’t wiggle much, and have more nerve endings than human toes.

Proud and haughty, Queen Sheeva has a forcefully bellowing laugh of a low, deep register. Quite loud.

Was once pinned down and (accidentally) tickle-tortured by a Kytinn warrior’s ovipositor limbs, as it attempted to cocoon her. Responded by plowing her foot straight through the Kytinn’s thorax and ripping it from groin to chin.

Taught Kitana how to wrestle. Guess how the student became the master.

Four clawed hands make her a brutal tickler. Will seek vengeance.

Add. Notes: Upper set of underarms seems slightly more sensitive than the lower. Possibly uneven distribution of nerve clusters.

Ingrid

Ticklishness Rating: 5.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Back of Knees, Ankles

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Elbows

Origins unknown. May not actually be human. Emotions distant and hard to gauge.

Has a tickle fetish and is not at all ashamed of it. She treats the subject very matter-of-factly, almost mechanically.

Curious demeanor - enjoys pranks and surprising humans to watch their reactions. Takes childish glee in humiliating her opponents.

Actual In-Game Street Fighter Win Quotes:

"What were you doing? It was supposed to be a fight, but all I felt was tickling!"

"I'm going to tickle you now... You ready? Tickle. Tickle."

"Does it sit well with you to continuously expose your weak spots? I'm going to poke at them, you know? Poke poke."

Felicia

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Inner Thighs, Armpits, Between Toes

Unlike most cats, Felicia loves getting her belly scratched.

Matronly. Often initiates tickle fights with the girls in her orphanage.

Massive paws present a weapon and a danger. Front paws have tremendous reach and nails that would devastate any mortal’s ticklish spots, and hind paws have the kick strength of a giraffe. Exercise caution.

The only person on any plane of existence who knows Jon Talbain's ticklish spots. And she dangles that particular sword over his head 24/7.

Hates restraints and prefers the playful “chase” aspects of tickling. If tickled too much, she'll turn into a normal-sized cat and scamper away...but then deliberately slow down so that her 'ler can catch up.

Sakura Kasugano

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Sides, Belly Button

A fun and energetic pure-blooded switch; just an absolute joy to tie and tickle.

Constantly gets into snuggly tickle fights with her friends and classmates. Everybody knows she's the touchy one in the group.

Squeals with delight when subjected to tickle talk/teasing. She loves that.

Submissive - curls up into a ball and wiggles around.

Very giggly and excited when allowed to turn the tables. Sakura is a wholesome tickler: gleefully explores her lee's body and seeks out weak points with squiggly-yet-gentle fingers, employs baby talk but also frequently asks if her lee needs a break. Total sweetheart.

Embarrassing secret: Once had a dream where, during a sparring match, Ryu pinned her to the mat and tickle-tortured her in front of a crowd. She woke up confused, blushing, and extremely flustered.

Mileena

No. No no no no no no no no no oh sweet god no.

Superiors demanded data collection on this subject. Currently hiding in the Lovarithak System under an assumed name until they forget the assignment parameters. This explains my lengthy absence.

[revealingcontentment]

some things I learned during the month of love (aka February) 💕

The Chinese character for "heart" is 心 (pronounced "xīn" in Mandarin). In Chinese culture, this character carries various meanings and is used in different contexts. Here are some key aspects associated with the Chinese character for "heart":

- 1. **Physical Organ:** Like in many languages, the character 心 refers to the physical organ, the heart, which is central to the circulatory system and often symbolizes life and vitality.

- 2. **Emotion and Feeling:** Beyond its anatomical sense, 心 is frequently used to represent emotions, feelings, and sentiments. It is associated with one's inner thoughts, emotions, and intentions.

- 3. **Mind and Consciousness:** In Chinese philosophy and culture, the character 心 is often used to represent the mind or consciousness. It extends beyond emotions to encompass one's thoughts, intentions, and mental state.

- 4. **Morality and Character:** The character is also linked to moral qualities and character. Concepts like sincerity, honesty, and integrity are expressed using the character 心. The idea is that these virtues originate from one's inner self.

- 5. **Central or Core Aspect:** The character is sometimes used to convey centrality or core aspects. For example, the term "core" or "center" in Chinese is often represented by the character 心.

- 6. **Symbolism in Traditional Chinese Medicine:** In traditional Chinese medicine, the heart is associated with various aspects of health, both physical and mental. Balance in the heart's functions is considered crucial for overall well-being.

Understanding the meaning of the Chinese character for "heart" involves recognizing its multi-faceted nature, encompassing physical, emotional, mental, and moral dimensions. It is deeply embedded in Chinese language, philosophy, and culture, and its usage can vary depending on the context in which it is employed.

[blueskittlesart]

no pressure at all, but i was wondering how you think Zelda would react to a mute/deaf link? i bet she originally thought he was conceited but had the gut punch realization that he couldn’t help it and that she had spent all this time judging him

struggling to figure out how to word this but i think this is.. essentially what happens in canon? canonically, link is selectively mute, which essentially just means that physically, he can technically speak. there's no physical problem with his vocal chords, hearing, etc that makes him mute, it's a mental block instead of a physical one. that doesn't mean that it's something he can control, though. I've heard it described as being like your vocal chords just "stop working" in certain situations, whether due to anxiety, trauma, overstimulation, or some other trigger. meaning you still physically can't talk, there's just no anatomical reason for the mutism. so whether he's deaf, physically mute, or selectively mute, i think zelda still has the gut-punch oh shit, he couldn't help it moment and that she DESERVES to have that gut-punch, because that realization that she'd been projecting her own insecurities onto him and refusing to take into account his situation is an important kickstarter to her personal growth and development. But i guess what i'm saying is i don't think her reactions would change very much if you change the way he's communicating with her. With selectively mute link, i do like to think that he eventually becomes comfortable enough around her that he's able to speak for short amounts of time and begins to communicate that way, as is implied in canon (but that's never actually outright stated, just that he "opened up" to her eventually, so it's possible he never actually TALKED to her at all and communicated some other way.) sign language, written language, however he decides to explain what's going on to her, he still was physically incapable of speaking to her before, and she still judged him heavily for it. so tldr yeah, i think no matter what form of mutism you want to give him, she always has to have that moment of shock and realization that she was pushing her own insecurities onto him and that she was downright CRUEL to him. it's one of the most important moments of her arc!

[books]

Writing Workshop Week 2: Paying Attention

Welcome back, writers of tumblr! I’ve loved reading your prompt fills for Week 1 and answering your insightful questions, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with for this next prompt.

Last week we talked about the things we love, the things we go and retrieve, that we can hold in our hands. This week we’re talking about loving the things that find us, the parts of the world that come into our gaze by happenstance. In other words, the anatomic matter of all art: observation. 

Observation relies on attention, and our ability to attend relies on circumstance. It’s impossible to pay attention to everything at once, so the mind selects what to notice and what to ignore. Sometimes we attribute conclusions to our observations and move into perception. I think as children we make great observers, but when we grow up and gather enough experiences, we fall into the trap of mundanity. Things we’ve seen before and that we’ll see again, so they’re not worthy of note—eating breakfast, putting on your shoes, going to a restaurant and telling the host how many people are in your party. 

The art of noticing, of curating all the rich details of life, is a fight against mundanity. To do that, you have to carry your inner child around with you, pointing things out that you’ve seen a hundred times before and allowing yourself to witness them with new eyes. As writers, newness is a skill we can always improve. 

Airports are one way I practice newness. If I have to choose between a one-hour layover and a six-hour layover, I’ll always choose the latter. There’s no mundanity in airports. Aside from employees and people who travel frequently for business, everyone is doing something outside of their usual routine, and it’s so much easier to soak up the minutiae that we otherwise miss when we’re walking our usual daily paths. 

On Love

Someone once told me, “Love is paying attention.” The person who told me this was an artist and her subject was her family. Portraiture of the people she loved was the closest attention she could offer. And I agree—you naturally attend to that which you love. When you love a person, you pay attention to the clothes they wear, the tenor of their laugh, their mannerisms, the things they carry in their purse or pockets. But I think it can also be expanded: the more attention you pay to yourself, the more you love yourself. The more attention you pay to the world, the more you love the world. This idea can be a two-way street: love will direct your attention; attention will lead you to love. In other words, if you practice paying attention, you will come to love things more than you already do.

A quick note about neurodivergence: some people attend to the world differently than others, in different patterns and with different guiding forces. Some people have the ability to shift attention quickly, and some slowly. Some people have more control over their attention than others. Some people attend more closely to certain senses (like hearing or feeling) than others. Wherever you’re at, whatever is driving your ability to notice, use it as a strength. There is no mode of observation that is inherently better or worse than another.

Many writers struggle with motivation to write. I have come to reluctantly agree that there is some discipline necessary in being a writer. I don’t believe in “butt in chair every day” mentality, but I do think any skill requires a patterned dedication no matter what your practice looks like. A self-promise. That promise is much more easily kept if you focus on love. 

I don’t mean writing love stories (although that’s often what motivates me). I mean sincerely meditating on what love means to you. What you love, who you love. I’ve participated in so many generative workshops and there’s always a moment I receive a prompt and go, “I have no idea what to write about.” And then I ask myself, “What do I love?” Many things come to me, both big and small, abstract and concrete. I love my family and friends. I love to travel. I love holding a book in my hands and the satisfaction of turning its pages. I love parts of myself and I don’t love others, and this is something I’m working on. 

When you ask the question, “What do I write about?” the answer can always be love. When I ask my students to write about what they love, some of them write about their relationships—the joy of a present relationship or the ache of a past one. They write about their hobbies and friends and interests. Once I had a boy write twenty pages of poetry about frogs. Some people write about passion that toes the edge of love and hate. Love is not always good. Love can be destructive. It can motivate people to cruelty; it can distort perception. Love can be complicated and weird. Love can lead to regret. But love is a strong feeling, and strong feelings drive creativity. 

On Sharing

I think sharing the things you notice, the way you see the world, is an act of love. Carrying around your inner child to show them what they’ve never seen is a way to nourish yourself, replenish what you expend. You can apply this to any aspect of writing you want to work on. If you want to set a story where you live, you can go around your city pretending you’re showing it to someone who’s never been there. If you want to develop your characters, pretend you’re about to introduce a close friend to someone else, and you know they’re going to get along once they meet. If you want to better explore your themes, pretend you’re talking to someone who has no concept at all of your worldview, who maybe has an opposing worldview but is interested in learning yours.

People, especially writers, can be so afraid to put themselves into the world. To see and be seen. But when you begin to view sharing as an act of love, it becomes easier to listen, to bear witness and say, “Thank you for sharing that with me.” And when you say that enough to others, it also becomes easier to share yourself, in hopes that you’ll be met with gratitude.

Prompt time!

What I’d like you to do today—or tomorrow, if it’s late—is to notice three things. Three seemingly insignificant details, things you would otherwise forget or maybe not even see (or feel, hear, etc.). Bonus points if you write them down in a notebook, but the notes app on your phone will do.

Even if you don’t want to do it, simply by virtue of reading this, I think you’ll begin noticing things. If you’re a very observant person with a good working memory, maybe you can think of three things you observed earlier, and maybe that’s effortless for you. If this is you, your task is to write not just three observations, but three paragraphs of observation throughout the day. 

Here’s an example: I am at this aesthetically pleasing coffee shop but I’m concentrating on the flimsy paper menu fluttering beneath a fan, held down with a ceramic plate. The tapping sound of my sister’s acrylic nails on her MacBook. My own self-consciousness that everyone has a better sense of style than I do. One of the baristas is a young man who looks like an ex of mine, and I’m wondering where that ex is, if his hairline has fully receded, if he still works at FedEx, if he ever married that nice veterinarian’s assistant who was way too good for him and always wore tye-dyed t-shirts for some reason, and I honestly liked her a lot, she seemed like a genuinely good person, and he knew it too and that was why he treated her well, so why had he treated me so poorly? 

And now I have a narrative question: Why do people hurt some loved ones and not others? What is it about the chemistry two people make that causes this to happen? The only way to answer these questions is to either live it all again and take notes—and I’ve had too much therapy for that—or write a story about characters navigating this chasm I’ve found in my understanding of being human. And I got all that from sitting here on this uncomfortable stool in this nondescript coffee shop, hanging out with my sister on a Friday afternoon.

I recommend taking an entire day to find your three things. You’ll find many more than three, but for the purpose of this activity, I think focusing on the three most interesting or compelling ones is best. Once you have your three things I’d like you to work them all into a piece of writing. Here are some ways you can approach this:

If you want to write nonfiction, write about your day, focusing on building around your three things to eventually pull a story out of them, the way I did above. Follow the associations and memories that arrive to you.  

If you want to write fiction, write those three details into a new story or the world of your current work in progress. If you’re not sure how, make the first your inciting incident, put the second in the middle of the story, and end the piece with the third. 

If you want to write poetry, make a poem of your three observations, and note what happens to the meaning when you squeeze three disparate observations together. 

If you want to do something experimental, convey your three things with a stylistic constraint of your choice. For example, write only in sentence fragments (by that I mean, no verbs).  

A quick caveat: You might be thinking, but Betts, I write science fiction (or fantasy, horror, etc.) and so nothing in reality is of relevance to me. I would argue that everything you perceive in reality can be applied to all things that are created. You think they don’t have pretentious coffee shops in space? Well, maybe not. And definitely not in a magical version of medieval Europe. But there might be something akin to a nondescript strip mall in Midwest America with cracked asphalt, half abandoned, with some kind of sketchy dentist or urgent care in it and a vape shop. Every place, even places that don’t exist, possess some realistic texture, and when you render these images, that space becomes real to the reader. You could argue, even, that the goal of genre fiction is the highest possible suspension of disbelief. And the only way to do that is to make the world you build feel as lived-in as reality.

Questions? Ask ‘em here before EOD Tuesday so @bettsfic can answer them on Wednesday. And remember to tag your work #tumblr writing workshop with betts if you want her to read your work and possibly feature it on Friday!

And, for those just joining us: @bettsfic is running a writing workshop on @books this month. Want to know more? Start here.

[coralhoneyrose]

15, 40, 69 💖

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

I write them through endless agonizing 😔 (just kidding) (kind of)

My more serious answer is that I have like a dozen different tabs up with either posing reference images or like those writing reference posts with suggestions of different word choice options to consider. That usually gets me through the first draft. And then it just comes down to re-writing a lot. Often times I’ll go through sentence by sentence and ask myself:

Are there any other details I could include to make Chrom and Robin’s love for each other come through more strongly?

Are there sensory details missing that would make it more vivid?

How do the characters’ present mental states impact how they are thinking about and approaching the intimacy?

Is there some sort of interaction I can include that would highlight Chrom and Robin’s personalities and make this feel more unique / specific to them?

I also make an effort to work on the scene across a variety of days, so that I’ll look at it with a fresh pair of eyes each time and different things will stand out. Also sometimes I will go re-read some of my favorite nsfw chrobin pieces and examine the writing to try and figure out what the author was doing that made the scene so effective. Learning from the masters, so to speak.

As far as realism goes, I’d say it’s important to me in so much as I do try to keep track of where limbs and bodies are positioned and give some thought to if what I’m describing is anatomically possible. Beyond that, I’m okay with idealizing some aspects a little bit. I do think some awkwardness and imperfections with the experience can add charm though, so it sort of just depends on what the scene calls for.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh mannn, this is such a hard question. I’m gonna say…maybe the truth serum scene in PtLY? Like either Chrom and Robin running into the hedge maze together OR if it was more of a like—multiple panel-style comic thing, then maybe the sequence while they’re sitting in there where Robin starts blurting things out and panicking and Chrom begins putting together what it means. Ooh, or alternatively, their dance together at the ball would be lovely to see too. I think the take-away here is that I am perpetually desperate for more art of Robin in pretty dresses LOL

69. What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

ASfksdg maybe this answer will seem silly in conjunction with the first question, but tbh I still feel embarrassed any time I post anything smutty. Even though everything I’ve written is very vanilla, I’m just not at a point where I’ve been at this long enough to have built up an immunity to the shyness. Since Half Orange has the most explicit content, it winds up being the fic I’m most embarrassed about existing as a result. Clearly that hasn’t been enough to stop me from posting it anyway, but oh boy, if you could see the waffling and bargaining that goes on behind the scenes...I'm very grateful my beta reader is as patient and encouraging as she is 😂

[saltymongoose]

player with kitten sneezes

Player with kitten sneezes

Player with K i t t e n S n e e z e s

THE MAIN BOYS REACTING TO PLAYER THAT SNEEZES LIKE A LITTLE KITTEN.

P L E A S E

This, I can do. Hope you like these short hcs, Anon! <333

(Also, just another note, the second set I had planned is gonna be way longer than I thought, so I'll be posting it tomorrow instead of splitting it into parts. :))

The Player Sneezes Like a Kitten ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior, this is quite fluffy)

Even if you discussed the anatomical difference you had with grunts with your boys from time to time, you never got around to explaining everything about what your body parts do.

If you add this to the fact that grunts don’t exactly have noses like most creatures in your world - so to see or hear anyone doing anything similar to sneezing is incredibly unlikely - it made for a real surprise when your vessels actually heard you do it.

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned had just paused in the middle of sipping his coffee when the noise of your sudden inhale and sneeze reached him, and at first he was met with confusion and slight concern. Your short apology and sheepish look is the only thing that told him that it was from you, and that it wasn’t at all intentional.

(Of course, Doc is always fascinated with little traits and actions that come from humans, so he quickly pulls you into a discussion about what exactly that was. It lasts for many hours, and he now has a full file on his tablet about sneezes and human noses alone, thanks to you.)

However, after that revelation, he realizes that the way you sneeze is honestly really cute. It's enough to make him look at you and chuckle fondly whenever you do it, silently noting how adorable you are before returning to his business. It seems everything about you just makes you more adorable to him.

A part of him is even tempted to record the sound of it, but unless he deliberately makes you sneeze, he knows being given the opportunity to do is unlikely. Plus, he has enough self-awareness to realize that being so entranced by a "sneeze" could be considered sort of foolish.

But the thought is very tempting to him. (He can almost convince himself that it would just be just another resource to use to study your species, but to no real avail.) You always end up making him a lovestruck fool in some way, so he supposes this is no different.

- [DEIMOS] -

Deimos was more confused than anything, and to be honest, he didn't think the noise actually came from you at first so you can't fault him. It also didn't help that he was half asleep when it happened, which only made his disorientation worse.

("-What the hell was that?" You heard his raspy voice call from across the room, thick with sleep as he drowsily rubbed his face and looked at you. You raised a brow, and then he asked you if you'd heard it as well, and you couldn't help but laugh.)

He was stunned when you let him know that it was you that made the noise, and embarrassed by his rather crass reaction. He literally thought it was an animal and now he feels bad for making that mental comparison in the first place.

(Deimos also mentally scolds himself over this long afterward. Lucky for him, you actually thought it was more funny than anything.)

He's quick to point out how cute and kitten-like you sound, cooing and awing over you with an affectionate look on his face. You'd call it teasing, but it's too genuine to be even the slightest bit mean-spirited. Instead, it just makes you blush, which only makes him fawn over you more.

(You really must have no idea how adorable you are to him, he concludes. Otherwise, you'd realize that this is just a fraction of how he feels about you.)

He almost thinks it's unfortunate that these sneezes are relatively uncommon; any chance to compliment you on anything you do is one he'll take as soon as he can. Besides, he knows you appreciate it. Your flushed cheeks tell him all he needs to know.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford falls more into the territory of being concerned, since if you suddenly make an unfamiliar noise, he thinks something must be going wrong with you. It usually wasn't good to jump to the worst conclusion, but if it's your safety at risk, you can bet he's going to.

He saw you sneeze as well, so he was immediately at your side to ask if you were alright, even placing a comforting hand on your shoulder to reassure you. You laughed at his worry and waved him off, explaining that it wasn't unusual for you humans.

Now that he knows it's normal, he's relieved, but this leaves room for him to speculate on how it actually sounds now. He's not surprised to hear that it's a unique trait to you; you're the Player, of course even this sneeze of yours would be special (if anything that makes it even more fitting). What's weirder to him is the fact that he actually finds himself awing over the noise of it so much.

It must be weird to enjoy hearing your sneeze; it's not like you put any effort or anything into it, and it wasn't even that big of a thing to begin with. It was just so cute though, and he catches himself thinking about it later with a dopey grin on his face.

(You're his crush, of course he'd find himself falling further for you with every little thing you do. Or at least that's his justification for doing exactly that.)

Unlike Deimos, who openly fawns over you when you do sneeze again, Sanford won't give a very large reaction. However, if you happen to glance at him shortly after you do, you'll catch him staring at you with a warm smile and an almost love-sick gaze. He can't help it; you've always proven yourself as someone to be admired and loved, even if it's for something as simple as sounding like a little kitten when you sneeze.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Hank, on the other hand, wasn't really that surprised at all. Why? Because he'd already heard you sneeze once before, when you were still separated by that computer screen of yours and you controlled him from afar.

(On that note, he is also one to gloat about being the first to hear it. The others find it insufferable, but he genuinely delights in making it clear just how close you two were before any of them. You've had so many "firsts" together, and he believes it's his right to make it clear that it's just one thing that makes you both so naturally close. Closer than any of the others in your group could ever hope to be with you.)

Hank thought your little sneezes were adorable even before hearing them "in person"; they reminded him a bit of a small cat, and if anything, it's a detail that just makes him fawn over you more. (You have one of the traits of his favorite creatures, if anything this is a sign you were meant for him.)

Hank won't even think about making you sneeze or anything like that, but you will find that he's a tad more affectionate than usual after you do so. He just can't stop himself pulling you into a tight side hug or giving you a quick nuzzle whenever you do something cute, and this is no exception.

You find it hilarious that his hands shake even when you do something so involuntary, and while you do know that your sneeze is "kitten-like" from the many comments of your chat, you'd honestly say that Hank is more comparable to one. He's the one who always seems to loudly purr when you show a reaction to Nevada's dusty buildings, after all.

[kpopimaginings]

Feel - Bang Chan (NSFW)

A/N: This was requested ages ago and I am so sorry at how long its taken!

Trigger warning: Mental health, depression, anatomically female reader

Your roommate Chan walked into the living room to find you sat on the sofa picking at your lips. As he sat beside you, he gently swiped at your hand, knocking it away.

"Stop doing that, you'll hurt yourself."

"Yay, a feeling," you replied, dryly.

Chan's brow furrowed as he looked back at you, only to find you now chewing at your bottom lip instead.

"Hey," he scolded, "Stop." He squeezed your cheeks forcing you into a pout so you would stop gnawing at yourself. "What did that mean?"

"What?"

"The sarcastic comment about feeling," he prompted, releasing your face.

You let out a sigh. "You know me well enough to know that my mental health isn't great right now," you started to explain. "I've just got to a point where... It's as if emotions are too much effort. I don't have the energy to feel anything so I just don't. I'm kind of numb."

"That doesn't mean you can hurt yourself so that you can feel something," he continued to tell you off.

"Well, it would be great to feel something. I'm so done with this void of nothingness."

There was a pause then as he looked you up and down, clearly thinking something over in his head.

"It doesn't have to be a bad feeling," Chan then said, not quite looking you in the eye.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

He looked down as his hand ventured onto your thigh and he squeezed lightly. "I'm sure I could make you feel good."

"That's confident," you commented, even though his tone was anything but.

"Do you want me to help?" he asked, sounding almost timid.

You swallowed and fidgeted slightly as you considered his words, but really you wanted to see where this would go. In fact, your libido had been as non-existent as your emotions recently, so you were just impressed that you were seriously thinking about this. You nodded your head, "Yes, please."

Chan's hand ran further up your leg as he kept his eyes on your face, making sure you were still comfortable. While you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze, he knew that was nothing to worry about and eye contact was something that you often avoided especially when your mood dropped like this.

He began to run his hand along your clothed core, allowing you both a chance to get used to this new level of intimacy. You couldn't be sure that it wasn't just your currently muted emotion, but this didn't feel as weird as you expected. Subconsciously, you began to bite your lip again.

"Stop it!" Chan reacted immediately.

"Make me," you retorted almost as quickly.

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively, and your expression didn't falter, your lip once again caught between your teeth. He leant in and captured you lips with his. As he'd hoped, you stopped your previous action in order to kiss him back. For a moment you grabbed on to the shoulder of his shirt, holding him in place as both your lips and his hand continued in their actions for a moment.

Once you had both fully started to relax into the moment, Chan pulled away from your lips and slid from the sofa to his knees in front of you. Hooking his fingers in your waistband, he looked up to you for permission. When you gave a nod and raised your hips, he swiftly pulled off your bottoms and underwear and crawled between your legs.

As he drew closer you sat further back in the chair.

"I can't reach you from there, princess," he commented, but made no effort to move you closer again.

"Yeah... I just..." you stuttered actually starting to feel a bit self-conscious.

"It's ok," he told you, rubbing your thighs soothingly. "You can stop me. I just want you to feel good, not uncomfortable."

"It's just weird, that its you seeing my.. seeing me... like this."

He shrugged. "It's different, but I don't care what you look like, that's not why I'm down here."

Feeling reassured by his words, you started to move back towards the edge of the chair. When you were where he wanted you, he wrapped an arm around each of your thighs and leant in to lick you once, taking his time. Breaking away to look up at you, he noticed your head was resting back against the sofa showing no signs of wanting to stop him, so he continued.

As he continued to stimulate your core, it was almost as if your nerves were slowly coming back to life. You just focused on the feeling of Chan's tongue as it explored you. Even though there was now a sensation flowing through you, it still felt muted, it wasn't quite enough.

"Chan," you breathed out.

He pulled back immediately and waited for you to tell him what you needed to say.

"Can you use your fingers too?" you asked, unable to meet his gaze. "I need more."

You missed the smile on his face before he continued, now using his fingers to toy with the parts of you his tongue was neglecting. Eventually, he settled with his mouth over your clit and his fingers pumping in and out of you. You let out a gasp as you felt your high suddenly approaching. His tongue was now working over the perfect, most sensitive spot it could, and you fought the urge to clamp your thighs around his head.

With your breathing becoming quicker and shallower, Chan knew you were nearing the end. His movements intensified, working quickly to push you over the edge. You felt pleasure tingling out across your body as your muscles started to tense. Your eyes screwed up tight as you let out a long, drawn-out moan, an orgasm washing over you.

As Chan slowly came to a stop, and pulled away, he noticed you were shaking slightly. He carefully reclothed your bottom half before sitting next to you and pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Feeling something yet?" he asked, despite already knowing the answer.

"Thank you," was all you could think to reply. "I should return the favour," you added, sitting back to look at him.

"I just wanted you to feel better, as long as you do, I'm happy."

You couldn't quite believe the selflessness of the man sat beside you.

"That doesn't seem fair," you protested.

"You can sort me out next time."

"Next time?" you questioned, your eyebrows raising.

He simply grinned at you. "Unless you don't want to."

You couldn't stop the chuckle that you let out. He was right, you certainly wouldn't mind doing that again. In fact, you were starting to see your roommate in a whole new light, but that was a discussion for another time. For now, you were satisfied with curling up in his embrace.

"I'll be sure to come to you next time I need to feel something," you assured him.

NAVIGATION |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[0miss-anonymous0]

🌊☀️Beach⛱️🐚

“Do you have everything?” Lilith asked Atlas as she checked her purse. This would be Atlas’ first time to the beach since they were a child and it would be the first time for them both as a couple.

“Yes,” Atlas responded in their monotone voice.

Even with their confirmation Lilith still went through her mental checklist over and over. Finally, after her thousandth time checking the two were ready to leave.

Once they arrived the couple quickly unpacked and went to change. When they came back to meet up Lilith felt like her heart was going to burst. Atlas’ swimsuit was in no way provocative or inappropriate but still the girl couldn’t help how fast her heart was beating.

Atlas’ swimsuit consisted of navy blue and white swim trunks that went to his knees and a matching shirt of the same pattern. Both articles blended together and seemed to form one singular suit. It wasn’t tight, hanging loose over the aasimar’s lithe muscles.

Lilith on the other hand wore a two piece swimsuit. It wasn’t revealing per say, it concealed enough. Like all of her clothes the swimsuit was the epitome of feminine. The pattern was baby pink and white gingham that was overlaid with mesh and frills, giving it a very demure look.

The tiefling couldn’t stop staring at her partner. She felt like a creep but part of her didn’t care. “You look pretty,” Atlas said.

She blushed, hard, “thank you and you look…..très chaud,” she said almost breathlessly.

“Chau? What does that mean, I’ve never heard you use that word before?” Atlas lifted a brow.

“It means handsome,” Lilith lied, turning to her bag, “did you put on sunscreen?” Was she trying to change the subject? Yes. Did it work? Also yes.

The wings on the side of the aasimar’s head bristled. ‘That would be a no.’ Lilith pulled sunscreen from her bag, the spray on kind, and shook it up. “Of course you didn’t. Don’t worry I brought the spray on one,” she said much to her disappointment.

“Hold your arms out.” Atlas obeyed and stood in anatomical position, making Lilith giggle. As she started applying the sunscreen to their pale skin her mind wandered. If only she had brought the lotion-

“Lilith?”

She snapped back to reality, “yes?”

“You've been spraying the same arm for 5 minutes.”

“That’s because you’re so pale you need extra coats. And time for it to set in,” she pointed at where the towel was set up, “you’re in time out, you know what you did.”

They didn’t argue, they knew she was just teasing them. They sat down on the towel crisscrossed, Lilith joining in after fetching her own sunscreen from her bag. Hers was specifically made for her dark obsession complexion and blended in smoothly without making her look like she was ready for the morgue.

“I don't actually know the answer, but can you swim?” Lilith said, applying the lotion to her arms.

“Yes, my mom taught me when I was younger. But I didn’t get to often.”

“Same, my brothers taught me but there’s not really any large masses of water in the nine rings,” she moved on to her torso and legs, “is the salt water okay for your wings?”

“Yeah, it’s better than chlorine. They’ll take forever to dry though,” the wings on Atlas’ back rustled at Lilith’s question. Every time she asked them about their sets of wings they always moved, as if they were listening to her and proud of her attention.

She reached out and ran a finger over one of the wings’ alulas. They immediately responded, faintly flapping away her hand. Lilith noticed a shiver run through Atlas.

“Cold?” She giggled. “Look at you, the 6 '3 paladin shivering during one of the hottest days of the year. You aasimars really are an anomaly.”

Atlas’ eyes cut to her, a pout marring their face, “that’s not why and you know it.” A flush coated their cheeks.

“Oh do I?”

Atlas rolled their eyes but there was no malice in it.

“You’re too easy to tease.” Lilith turned her back to Atlas, once again reaching into her bag for something. She jumped when she felt a poke on her back.

“You forgot your back,” they said. The tiefling did in fact forget to apply sunscreen to her back. But even if she remembered it wasn’t like she could reach anyways.

“Aw mon amour are you going to put it on for me?” She teased.

“Do you want me to?”

Gods above yes, she wanted to yell. Her imagination was running wild again and her overconsumption of romance movies was messing with her reality.

“I don’t mind. You helped me.”

Right, it was just repayment for a favor. “If it’s not a problem then please?” She asked as she turned her back towards them. Luckily her hair was already up and out of the way. It felt strangely intense having her partner touch her like this, as simple as the action was. For the first time in her life she was genuinely happy that her wings could retract into her back.

Atlas’ touch was rough from their calloused palms and yet the way they touched her was gentle and tender. “Finished.”

“Thank you,” she couldn’t face them. For some odd reason no matter how much she teased Atlas it was always Lilith who ended up the most flustered in the end.

She stood up, “let’s go swim,” Lilith walked to the edge of the water and slowly eased into the tide, Atlas trailing behind.

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

After a while (barely 20 minutes) of swimming, the couple decided to indulge in other beach activities; tide pooling, building sandcastles, and much more.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

“No.”

“But they’re completely extended, all four of them.”

Atlas’ wings fluttered slightly, “they won’t dry completely otherwise.” All of Atlas’ wings were extended to full span, including the ones on the side of their head.

“Why don’t you do that shimmy thingy that ducks do?”

“Because I’d knock someone over,” Atlas said matter of factly.

“Sounds like a new special attack,” Lilith thought for a moment, “is that why it takes you so long to shower? Because of your wings?”

They nodded in confirmation, “I either have to hold them out of the spray, which rarely works or just suffer the inevitable.”

By their tone Lilith guessed that 99.9% of the time they went with the latter. “I have an idea, let’s go home.”

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

Once they arrived home they both settled into their night routine. However, since they ordered takeout Lilith bathed first instead of cooking dinner, taking extra care to completely wash the salt water out of her locs.

Atlas went second, taking the time to thoroughly purge the salt from their feathers, at Lilith’s request. Once they were finished getting dressed and drying their wings as best they could by themself they opened the bathroom door and let their girlfriend in as she requested.

She brought in a stool and set it down on the bathroom floor. Once Atlas was seated she got to work.

“Tell me if this hurts,” Lilith plugged in her hair dryer, put it on a low setting, and got to work.

“It’s fine. It feels like a breeze.”

Lilith spent a total of 25 minutes blow drying her partners wings and that was only the ones on their back.

“Almost there,” her arms were aching but she was determined. All that was left were the wings on Atlas’ head. When she turned the hair dryer on to them Atlas immediately recoiled, placing their hands over them.

“I’m so sorry,” Lilith immediately shut the appliance off, “did I hurt you?” She held their face in her hands, turning it to look for any sign of injury.

“It was too much; noise and the wings on my head are more sensitive than the ones on my back. It was too much.”

Lilith took in a breath. It was becoming more rare but sometimes Atlas did suffer from sensory issues. “Okay well they’re almost dry anyways, it’s okay. Let’s go to bed.”

The couple nestled themselves together under the covers, Atlas assuming their position curled up to Lilith with their head on her chest. “Don’t blame yourself. You did help me.”

“I know but I’m a cleric, my entire purpose is healing those whom I love.”

It wasn’t everyday that Atlas was the one cheering Lilith up, “thank you for drying my wings,” the ones on their head fluttered, “for going to the beach with me,” they sat up, “for being my girlfriend,” they kissed her.

Lilith smiled at them, “oh mon ange you’re too suave for your own good.”

They settled back down, resting against her chest. Lilith gently ran a finger down the margin of one of the wings on Atlas’ head. In response the aasimar yawned and closed their eyes.

“I’ll have to remember that trick and use it more often.”

Atlas didn’t respond, too far off in dreamland.

Lilith withdrew her hand and gently pressed a goodnight kiss where her finger was once touching them. Tired from her eventful day the tiefling finally succumbed to sleep.

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For those of you wondering, Lilith is French. For those of you also wondering, yes Lilith fangirls over her pookie, constantly.

Also in case you’re wondering here was the outfit inspo(I think I found them on Pinterest but I honestly can’t remember):