#pinned until she likes it

[yourenumber1]

My very most favourite notification

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[dailyloopdeloop]

loop and mirabelle. That's it that's the ask

DAY 84: enrolled in the gossip wars

[pup-pee]

IVE CATCHED THEM ALL

my camera washed them out a lot BUT MY PRINTER DID IT 1ST i h8 cmsmth smth printing

I SWEAR THEY LOOK WAY BETTER IRL LOL how tf do ppl take photos im not a photographer aaaaa

[tenwhiteandalusians]

so no one was going to tell me if i got literally one episode further tenax drops that he’s the one who saved scorpus from his mom’s pimp AND that he’s intimately familiar with scorpus’ dick when he was younger. guys. guys.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i love haircuts. i cant stop petting the back of my skull

[thebest-medicine]

Day 17: Interrogation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb 

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song. 

[ao3 link]

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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”

“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”

“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”

“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?” 

Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting. 

He stayed silent.

Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.” 

She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit. 

“Now then.”

“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!” 

“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost. 

 It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade. 

And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.

Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head. 

“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling. 

Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”

Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter. 

Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.

“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!” 

“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?” 

“Neihihihin, plehease!” 

“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.” 

“Nohohohoho!” 

“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate. 

Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection. 

Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.” 

A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t. 

“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip. 

Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump. 

Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.

“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers. 

Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked. 

A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?” 

“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily. 

Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped. 

“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology. 

“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.” 

“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”

“So it’s not a tickle spell?” 

Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.” 

“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?” 

Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter. 

“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.

Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.

Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation. 

He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”

Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.

“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.” 

Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.

“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”

“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.” 

“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?” 

Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.” 

[mugwot]

the besties! them!

alt barnaby that i didn't have the heart to discard

[quietwingsinthesky]

if supernatural was any good, they would have had mary and lucifer sleep together in the apocalypse world. this would have solved zero problems with the show, but it would have created a hundred more interesting ones than they already had.

[andr0leda]

👑🐁

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

woke up in the middle of the night with this weird sensation like my legs had lost circulation and then regained it — that weird cold feeling, yknow? and then spent 20 minutes lying awake wondering if I was actually feeling slight prickles in the skin of the tops of my feet or if I was imagining it because I was half asleep and am a known psychosomatic symptom haver, and now I might be/probably am feeling those prickles again in my feet and legs and hands and it's really scaring me

[crows-of-buckets]

I saw a post about Kieran being a failmage and well. He's my silly little guy now... He has two mom's. He calls Aviae "Mama" and Morrigan "Mom" (he calls her mother when he's mad at her. Aviae doesn't get mothered ever because she is incapable of being harsh to him ever. He pouts his lip and she's sobbing apologizing to HIM. Morrigan is immune to his pouty lip (most the time))

I did this design in like 30 minutes so I may touch it up more later but yay Kieran!!

[peachdues]

watch me procrastinate the FUCK out of writing Netherwood IV because I don’t want to let Werewolf!Sanemi go 😭

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers

[artkadukan]

And I present to you

✨vampire boi✨

[cuntyyellowpikmin]

am i the only one that ships Alph x Brittany here i don't get it

[jessicas-pi]

So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...

We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.

Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.

Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.

He’s been trying.

Sabine has not been cooperating.

So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.

Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.

(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)

He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.

It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.

Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.

“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.

“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.

“Probably,” Ezra agrees.

She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.

But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.

She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.

All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.

Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.

Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.

Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.

Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.

“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”

He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.

“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.

Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.