༻Cicero TK Headcanons༺
// I’ve been holding onto these for a few years so — wall of text incoming //
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Type: Lee-Leaning Switch
Lee:
Dear Sithis he is absolutely helpless
Cicero is extremely ticklish. He hasn’t had affection in over a decade. The touch starvation is real.
Brush a few fingers against his side or blow air on his neck, and he'll jump ten feet in the air.
He’s been poked accidentally here and there, but he’s actually never been tickled before.
The first time he does, he gets squirmy and panicky because he’s so unused to it. Afterward, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything, he’d get too distracted thinking about it for the rest of the day.
Eventually, he realizes that he wants it to happen again, but he’s too nervous to ask and too afraid that you’ll never do it again.
So, instead of asking, he’ll poke you in the side, get in your space, annoy you, anything that would make you want to get him.
Over time, if you’re patient and reassuring, he’ll be comfortable enough to ask you directly (He's still going to be flustered as hell though).
If you ask to tickle him on the other hand, he will be SO happy. Instant good mood. He'll pretend like it's not a big deal, but inside he's melting.
He loves being tickled. Although he’s a jester, it’s not often that he gets to laugh so hard. That, and he really likes the attention.
Teasing him is his biggest weakness. So, he tries to talk/shout over you instead so that you don’t tease him yourself. (“It tickles! / Cicero is ticklish!”)
Any type of teasing works on him. Baby talk, being smug, observations, etc.
Sometimes, he’ll be the one teasing you, even if you’re the one tickling him to bits. (“Is that the best the Listener c-can do?” / “Th-this is nothing-!”)
Cicero’s ticklish everywhere, but his worst spots are his tummy and his sides. The scars on his left side are especially sensitive.
Tummy raspberries might kill him, but I think it would make him do the loudest and silliest laugh.
Light tickles are his favorite. Gently poking at his ribs, tracing circles on his sides, it's enough to get him giggling but not as overwhelming.
He’s very squirmy, but he can’t help it. He won’t actually try to get away though, more often than not he’ll just lean into you and kick his legs.
He likes to play chase, but he’ll always get himself captured on purpose. He’d play up the theatrics too. (“Oh no! Poor Cicero has been cornered! Whatever shall he do now?!”)
His laugh is very squeaky and giggly like it usually is, but it’s a lot more wheezy.
If you get him in a really bad spot, he’ll start to do this hysterical wheeze-cackle, like a madman.
If you get him really really badly, he’ll break character, and stop referring to himself in the third person.
He loves tickle fights. He's capable of fighting back, but most of the time he loses on purpose.
He gets really bad aftershocks. He'll be all giggly while hugging himself on the floor.
Giving him aftercare means the world to him. He’s become so used to taking care of the Night Mother that he’s baffled when someone does the same for him.
Ler:
Cicero is the meanest and teasiest ler ever. He is horrifying. Making people laugh AND suffer? That has Cicero’s name written all over it.
He pays close attention to what spots make you squirm the most, what teases make you the most flustered---
He will remember them all. Every. Single. One.
He is ruthless and cunning. Cicero was an assassin after all. Targeting weak spots is his forte. Turns out it applies to more than murder.
You know that one line he does where his voice drops like ten octaves? Imagine him doing that while he's teasing you. goodbye
Sneak attack tickles. He’ll ‘test’ your ability to sense danger, and his own ability to sneak up on you.
If you’re a lot taller than him, he’ll jump up and latch onto your back like a koala. The only way you’d be able to pry him off is with a crowbar.
He makes sure to not dwell on one spot for too long. He switches from place to place very quickly and sporadically.
His favorite thing to do is to build up anticipation. Slow tapping, wiggling his fingers above you, or keeping his fingers still on one spot - watching you losing it without even doing anything.
Honestly, he’s going to try everything he can think of. And he’s creative. If you’re at the end of one of his ler moods, consider: running
Speaking of, he loves being the tickle monster, often chasing you while singing, “Cicero is coming to get youuuu!~” while laughing maniacally like a little freak
Cicero is a really fast runner, too. He'll slow down because he likes the chase, but if he's deadset on catching you, you don't stand a chance. He outran a werewolf across the entire province, his speed and stamina outweigh yours.
Another thing he likes to do is play "hide-and-seek". The both of you using your stealth for something so silly is really funny to him.
He's a sneaky little bastard. He'll come up to you and give you a hug, and before you know it he has a death grip on you while wrecking your sides.
Cicero loves seeing the Listener laugh. It fills him with pure joy. Especially if they’re the stoic, [Remain Silent] type.
It also fills him with joy to embarrass you. He'll provoke you in public situations, like running a finger up your spine while you’re talking to someone so that you make a weird sound.
Despite everything, he will learn what your limits are. He’s not entirely cruel, at least, not to you.
If you ask him for tickles, his brain will stop working (he’s excited and doesn’t know how to process it)
If Cicero finds out you like it, he'll explode. He's so happy to have someone that's just as playful as he is. He'll feel less nervous when asking for tickles, and when he's absolutely demolishing you.
Cicero takes great pride in being the only one able to ‘defeat’ the Listener. Of course, he will never tell anyone how he does it.
He is very good at giving aftercare. He'll fret if he went overboard, offering tea, a blanket, hugs - but preferably all three.
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WIP Whenever
I have more than six sentences to share but like... I have sentences to share and I'm giggling at the stupid ending of what I wrote. This is the very beginning of my Skyrim fic that I've been "working on" for the past year. It's also a very first draft right now.
No one tagged me, but I'm gonna tag @electricshoebox , @the-mad-dame , @circtheeunbroken , and @rosered282 because I know all four of you either have a familiarity with Skyrim or have otherwise at other times encouraged my writing. If anyone else wants to be included in WIP posting, let me know (and if you don't want to be, also let me know).
Evening, Loredas, 16th of Last Seed, 4E201, Darkwater Crossing
Visiting Darkwater Crossing is always bittersweet. It’s here I take stock of my supplies and begin the trip back home to Whiterun. As much as I love the freedom of traveling the province alone, with no greater goal than Mother’s supplies lists, seeing the leaves of the Rift turn golden always makes me ache for home.
Mother generally expects me to return around the start of Hearthfire, so that she can get her stocks replenished for the city guards before winter frosts make things difficult. Plus, very occasionally, I am able to coax her out of the shop for an evening for harvest festivities. That said, with the rising tensions coming from Windhelm and Solitude, I wouldn’t be too surprised if the harvest festival is canceled this year.
But it makes sense. It was still relatively peaceful when I left Whiterun during Second Seed, but at that time, Ulfric had not yet visited High King Torygg in the Blue Palace.
In any case, I’m sure it will all be fine. Mother has made herself valuable to Whiterun and I don’t see anything changing that. Rulers may change, but people will always need their apothecaries and alchemists.
~*~
"Hey, you. You're finally awake."
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Happy TES 30th! I will share a drawing soon but for now, I have questions.
One day, while bothering mudcrabs for alchemy writs in ESO I thought "wait I had this guy with chili garlic sauce what's he doing in Skyrim" and have not looked back since.
I'm sure someone has already explored crab biology in TES but I constantly wonder why the dominant crab of Skyrim and the whole of Tamriel is the humble mudcrab, beloved Southeast Asian food mascot, alimango of mangroves in warm Indo-Pacific waters. In general, these are crabs belonging to the Scylla genus, with Scylla serrata in the picture beside an ESO mudcrab.
(Picture: Pincer, Old Salty, and the Mudcrab guardian spirit, some of Skyrim's named mudcrabs. Images from UESP)
I don't know what's going on with Old Salty's shell, but there was a still a deliberate choice to include a mudcrab with big claws, small legs, and a wide, domed shell in both Skyrim and ESO. I suspect the mudcrab holds some semi-terrestrial charm along with the impressive claws that leggy crabs don’t really have, and I am tickled at the abundant SEasian representation in TES. I am also delighted that, like my family members around a crab, the citizens of Skyrim are able to devour abundant mouthfuls of meat from mudcrab claws.
Do you see your local crab in Tamriel? Feel free to share crab and mudcrab thoughts! Happy TES day!
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Addendum: I am not a crab expert and do not know what Oblivion's and Morrowind's mudcrabs are. These are entirely different genera of crab. I suspect Oblivion's is some pelagic crab and Morrowind's is some box crab (Calappa) with the claws oriented strangely.
(id: Oblivion mudcrab, Morrowind mudcrab)
Crabs also get very diverse with the special crabs, including Clatterclaw, Titanclaw, and other named crab bosses. Also, there can be no discussion of crabs without Skar. RIP Skar, you are an icon and I have no idea what you are supposed to be.
(id: Skar in ESO, Skar in Morrowind)
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