#submitted by totally-not-a-tickle-blog

[getting-spooky-on-a-friday-night]

Skid: Miss Jaune... Skid: You like my mom the way my mom likes my dad... don't you? Jaune: ... Jaune: Your mom likes your dad?

[toadallytickles]

hi! i was wondering if you would mind giving a little advice, or insight, on how to handle sudden attention regarding content? i posted some pics and videos from a session tickling my boyfriend, and it’s suddenly taken off being reblogged with commentary et al. i hardly get any interaction so i never really thought this would happen, and he doesn’t seem bothered by it, but i’m a little… off put, i suppose. i’m not opposed to posting more, but how did you and clay approach it when your stuff first started getting more attention?

Hello! I don’t mind at all! This is a really good question!

Kink content gets gobbled up fast! People go bonkers for new and fresh content! It’s one reason why people discover and join communities; to have an endless stream of content, and to connect with others who share the same interests! You and I are likely here for a sense of community, to connect and make friends, and to admire and enjoy content! Though the community is free and open to anyone to browse; there are people who only come here for the content/porn part of it, and don’t really consider that actual humans with feelings and boundaries run many of these blogs. They mostly see it as free porn and will demand more. We unfortunately can’t control a whole lot who is viewing our content and how they interact with it. I notice it’s men (both straight and queer) that are quite aggressive with their comments. I’m more off-put by what men put on Clay’s posts than my own posts.

You’re so valid to feel off-put by such quick, unwanted comments and attention. You and I, and most of the community circle we stick to, do view content sharing as sharing the fun parts of our relationships! It makes total sense to feel frustrated and objectified when you get very forward, unwanted comments. I’m sorry that you’re dealing with this currently. It does suck.

Clay and I post content because we want attention! Not exactly that kind of attention, though posting a variety of content of us switching, selling videos on OnlyFans, advertising on multiple platforms, my blog now primarily being a kink blog, and both of us are well-known in the online and in-person communities, yeah- we get all kinds of attention. Being between here and Fetlife, I’ve pretty much seen it all- I’m now immune to unwanted attention.

Be responsible for your own internet experience. My blog is my vacation home; I come here to be tickly and horny. I only blog when I want to blog. I only answer asks I want to answer. Others get deleted and forgotten. My DMs are kept closed. Got an unwanted ask or message- delete it and/or block them! There is no harm done. You are under no obligation to give anyone your time and attention! You do what makes you happy to be online! It’s your blog, run it the way you want to run it!

Remind yourself that you have a loving partner and relationship, and you get genuine tickle play! These wahoos just exploit their desires onto you because you have what they want and don’t have!

Don’t take anything personally from an internet stranger. You’re never going to meet them. They’re just some random guy living in a totally different area, perusing many other sites and blogs just for content. Don’t give them any power or influence over you when they aren’t even considering you.

Vent about it or make fun of unwanted attention privately with a partner or friend. Get it out of your system, then delete/hide the ask/comment. Blocking is very okay too!

Focus on community friends that make you feel good and love you as you are! These people know you and respect you, give them your time and energy~.

Join community Discord Servers! They can serve as a safer place to interact with community members and post content as interactions are always spectated on. If anyone crosses a boundary, they’ll be dealing with the mods!

Thank you for submitting this ask! I hope something out of this is helpful, and you continue to enjoy the community! 💕

[tododekuheadcanons]

Hello, everyone, and welcome to TodoDeku Headcanons, the #1 Tumblog dedicated to headcanons about TodoDeku, the romantic pairing of Izuku "Deku" Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki! I love running @sonougeheadcanons so much, and I'm such a big MHA fan that I thought I'd do a headcanons blog for my favorite pairing in that fandom!

Before you submit anything, I do have rules for this blog, and they are as follows:

This blog will try to be as SFW as possible. I will post some NSFW stuff, and I will accept NSFW submissions, but…

Any NSFW headcanons MUST be written in as SFW a way as possible, and any fan art of Deku and Todoroki MUST NOT be drawn in an explicit way. If there is no way that you can accomplish this, then don’t bother submitting it.

HEADCANONS ABOUT RAPE, ATTEMPTED RAPE AND NON-CONSENSUAL STUFF WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED. PERIOD.

I reserve the right to reject a submission if it’s about a fetish that I find to be disgusting.

All NSFW headcanons WILL be tagged as such. If I forget to tag one in such a way and you object to the nature of it, then I apologize in advance, and I promise I’ll be more careful in the future.

Both characters are assumed to be at least 18 or older at the time of any NSFW stuff going on.

I don’t mind other characters being included in your submissions, but keep in mind that this blog is primarily dedicated to TodoDeku, and as such, your submissions must have something substantial to do with that.

HEADCANONS ABOUT DEKU OR TODOROKI COMMITTING ABUSE AGAINST EACH OTHER WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED. PERIOD.

Racist and/or politically extreme headcanons WILL NOT be accepted. This goes for both right AND left.

Character bashing headcanons WILL NOT be accepted. In other words, no headcanons like “Deku dates Todoroki because Uraraka sucks.”

I don’t do role-playing. If you ask me to RP, you will be given a swift kick to the curb.

Some of my headcanons may include elements of my own fanon, such as made-up countries. I’ll try to explain these sufficiently, but if you need further explanation, I’ll be glad to do so if you ask!

Submissions involving the manga WILL NOT be accepted. I've only watched the anime, and any attempt to spoil the series for me WILL result in you getting struck with a pipe wrench.

COMMON TAGS:

Not a headcanon

Submission

Fan art

Touchy-feely (any headcanons that involve affectionate touching such as hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc…)

Music

Movies and TV

Video Games

Humor

Comfort

The Savior of One For All (anything about Todoroki being a total badass and coming to Deku's rescue)

Your Quirk Not His (anything about Deku being a total sweetheart and coming to Todoroki's rescue)

Tickle (I enjoy seeing characters get TICKLED)

Edgelord of the Dekusquad (anything about Todoroki being with the Dekusquad)

Everyone Ships TodoDeku – usually Kacchan and/or Uraraka, but other characters will appear, too.

Also, I’ll add a little commentary to submissions because I like to spark friendly discussions and because I may actually fall in love with a headcanon that I’d never even considered before. However, if you’d rather not have me do this, just let me know in advance and I’ll gladly do so!

Aside from submissions, I gladly accept asks and prompts! Again, as with submissions, try to abide by the rules.

That aside, enjoy the show!

[tickle-bugs]

Hi! Do you have any advice for those who want to start writing?

Yes! So honored you asked. I'll put it below the cut. Other writers, feel free to chime in!

(Gearing this specifically towards tickle fics because, well, *gestures around*)

- Mentioned it a whole bunch in my other advice post but it really is a big deal: Write for yourself. I cannot stress it enough. Whatever you like to write, make sure you're having fun and you're writing what you like.

- Find your style! There is no krabby patty formula for The Ideal Style. Everyone has different preferences. Your preferences matter most! If you like all caps laughter dialogue? Great! No laughter dialogue at all? Cool! Reader fics? Nice! First person fics? Sick (pos)! Most people emulate the things that they like to read in their writing and I think that's a great place to start! I like 3rd person POV with an internal monologue and that's what I stick to, pretty much.

- Follow your inspirations. Okay so this one, yes, but be careful. If you like someone's writing or style, there's nothing wrong with emulating it/borrowing bits. That's how I learned to draw, actually (and how most artists learn their craft). If you like a certain author and they do something you like, try it out for yourself! I personally am not a fan of laughter dialogue, so I looked to the amazing writers around me to see how they describe laughs/sensation. It's a great way to learn, because your voice and style will filter through. What this doesn't mean, though, is plagiarizing. Not to sound like a school teacher but if it ain't yours, don't use it.

- Your style will change. Embrace it. I have improved so much since my first fics, and I did that by embracing change. Changing things up is good, actually, and it helps keep things fresh for you! Take a risk, switch something up, etc. It'll help avoid feeling like your fics are stale.

- Writing is practice. The only way you can possibly learn is by doing it. Whether or not you have a blog, just get writing! Try things out! Pick a pairing/group/character and experiment. That's how I started my blog in the first place. I posted a few FinnPoe experiments that I had and decided that I liked it here. Practice, practice, practice, my loves. Don't crunch or make yourself miserable.

- (re: write for yourself, writing is practice) if you find yourself writing fics for the sake of writing/attention, not because you enjoy it, then step back. I had...trauma relating to creating any sort of fandom content because of this. Not everything is gonna be sunshine and roses (talked about in the next point), but if you feel miserable, it's okay to take a break. I don't want to lean too heavily on this, but if you'd like to read more on it, this post about covers it.

- You don't have to like everything you make, okay? You really don't. Don't let anyone tell you that you do. Not every fic is gonna be the Mona Lisa, either. I have many a fic that I've made that I loathe--some posted, some not. Sometimes you run out of steam, sometimes the idea doesn't blossom how you want, sometimes you just fall out of love with a fic. That's okay and normal. Just try to learn from the creative experience for your next go around.

- Taking prompts is hard. Don't hurt yourself. This...is one I need to get better at. If you're looking to run a blog and take prompts (which you don't have to do, btw), that's so cool and funky fresh of you, but do so with your health in mind. Please. If you get a prompt for something you don't like/are uncomfortable with, you don't have to write it. If you are creating content, you have no obligation to create anything that makes you uncomfortable.

If you wanna take prompts, take a number you can handle and the ones that inspire you most. If you have to decline a prompt, that's totally fine. Start and don't finish? That's okay too. People may be disappointed, but you matter more than that disappointment. I can talk more about taking prompts in another post if anyone's interested but I'll leave it at that for now.

- (Re: writing is practice) Get going! Easier said than done, I know, but really do get going. No amount of theorizing is gonna get a fic done, just do it. Try it out. You and your writing are worthy and ever-growing. The writers you idolize are likely agonizing over a WIP or five (hey writers go write a sentence on one of your WIPs rn). Take the leap and try.

- It's okay to work on a fic little by little. I have literally 30+ fics cooking at the moment. Every once in a while I add a paragraph or two. Sometimes I get inspired and write a fic or two in one go. I've had WIPs I've been sitting on since my blog's inception (*casts a sidelong glance at the Home Again series*) and that's perfectly okay. You'll see some people churning out fics every week. If that's you, great! If that's not you, that's okay. Be gentle with yourself.

- (Re: writing is practice, get going) Headcanons and drabbles do wonders for inspiration. I do this all the time. Tell us your thoughts on a character, write something short, etc. It's a great way to dip your toes in the water. Ask for headcanon requests if you want! I have a headcanon tag and I treat it like my spice rack when I write. Not only will writing little bite-sized bits help your brain get going, you'll be able to lean on these bits for later works. Do one of those little "send me a character" ask memes! Reblog a sentence starter list and ask for submissions! Or just do them on your own! Get going.

- Submit fics if you want! My submission box is open (I only take SFW submissions at the moment) and other writers likely take them too. Send an ask/message and ask the person (me included) if it's okay to submit something, and they'll host that fic on their blog! This is ideal for anon writers who don't want to/can't run a blog. I always sing the praises of having a blog because there's nothing better than having a space that's yours, but if you're nervous, that's an excellent place to start. Make sure you follow any submission rules that person may have (and sign your work)! AO3 is an excellent avenue as well.

- EDIT: Writing is like riding a bike. It may take some time for you to get used to it/get into a groove you’re happy with. That’s okay. Take your time and soon enough you’ll be on your way. If you fall, just make sure you get back up.

If you're looking for a sign to start, this is it. I believe in you. If anyone has any more questions, feel free to ask. Anon, I hope this helps <3

Other writers feel free to add your own advice!

[sonougeheadcanons]

FAQ

Hello, everyone, and welcome to Sonouge Headcanons, the #1 Tumblog dedicated to headcanons about Sonouge, the romantic pairing of Sonic the Hedgehog and Rouge the Bat! I realize this isn't the most popular Sonic couple ever, but there is still a rather substantial market, so I figured I'd not only appeal to said market, but maybe also try to get other people hooked on Sonouge.

Actually, I have to admit, somebody I met on FanFiction.net years ago made quite a good case for Sonouge. I forget all the details, but their case basically stated that Sonic and Rouge's mutual love of freedom as well as Sonic's cocky attitude and Rouge's cheeky nature made them great for each other.

OK, I've gotten off track. Before you submit anything, I do have rules for this blog, and they are as follows:

This blog will try to be as SFW as possible. I will post some NSFW stuff, and I will accept NSFW submissions, but…

Any NSFW headcanons MUST be written in as SFW a way as possible, and any fan art of Sonic and Rouge MUST NOT be drawn in an explicit way. If there is no way that you can accomplish this, then don't bother submitting it.

HEADCANONS ABOUT RAPE, ATTEMPTED RAPE AND NON-CONSENSUAL STUFF WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED. PERIOD.

I reserve the right to reject a submission if it’s about a fetish that I find to be disgusting.

All NSFW headcanons WILL be tagged as such. If I forget to tag one in such a way and you object to the nature of it, then I apologize in advance, and I promise I’ll be more careful in the future.

Both characters are assumed to be at least 18 or older at the time of any NSFW stuff going on.

I don't mind other characters being included in your submissions, but keep in mind that this blog is primarily dedicated to Sonouge, and as such, your submissions must have something substantial to do with that.

HEADCANONS ABOUT SONIC OR ROUGE COMMITTING ABUSE AGAINST EACH OTHER WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED. PERIOD.

Racist and/or politically extreme headcanons WILL NOT be accepted. This goes for both right AND left.

Character bashing headcanons WILL NOT be accepted. In other words, no headcanons like “Sonic dates Rouge because Amy sucks.”

I don't do role-playing. If you ask me to RP, you will be given a swift kick to the curb.

Some of my headcanons may include elements of my own fanon, such as made-up countries. I'll try to explain these sufficiently, but if you need further explanation, I'll be glad to do so if you ask!

Submissions can be for any universe, whether Sonic X, the Archie comics, the games...whatever. However, I WILL NOT allow anybody to bash anybody else based on what Sonic media they like.

COMMON TAGS:

Not a headcanon

Submission

Fan art

Touchy-feely (any headcanons that involve affectionate touching such as hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc…)

Softness

Gotta Go Fast

Music

Movies and TV

Video Games

Humor

Comfort

The Fastest Wife Alive (anything about Rouge being a total badass and coming to Sonic’s rescue)

Tickle (I enjoy seeing characters get TICKLED)

The Dark of Team Sonic (anything about Rouge being with Team Sonic)

Everyone Ships Sonouge – usually Shadow and/or Amy, but other characters will appear, too.

Also, I’ll add a little commentary to submissions because I like to spark friendly discussions and because I may actually fall in love with a headcanon that I'd never even considered before. However, if you’d rather not have me do this, just let me know in advance and I’ll gladly do so!

Aside from submissions, I gladly accept asks and prompts! Again, as with submissions, try to abide by the rules.

That aside, enjoy the show!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

🔥 Hp fandom

Oh lord I feel like most of them are.

- I don’t like the Marauders. Lupin is alright. Don’t like the rest. They’re basically jocks. 

- I’m not sure if this is unpopular or controversial; I love Bellatrix. Tickle everyone surprised. 

- I don’t 100% Umbridge with all of my soul.

- I don’t like Molly for reasons for reasons that totally aren’t hinted at anywhere above.

- Rita Skeeter wasn’t that bad. She was kinda annoying but she wasn’t that bad. 

- I like Dobby well enough but he’s kinda lowkey annoying to me. So like, I like him in moderation lol.

- I hated Lockhart much more than Umbridge. 

- I kind of enjoyed Cursed Child despite the glaring continuity errors. 

- The fandom can be lowkey hostile towards fans of the antagonists. I remember a while back I used this confession blog. A lot of times when people submitted pro-villain confessions they would get a handful of people commenting things along the lines of “but you know they’re evil right, you shouldn’t like them.” I unfollowed the blog when I posted “I really love Bellatrix’s fluffy hair” and someone was like, “yyyyeah but she’s evil so...” Like bruh, I know she’s an asshole but that doesn’t change that her hair is fun. Bye.

[colony22graphics]

Welcome to Colony 22′s Holiday AU Bingo Challenge!

Since the last AU Bingo board was such a hit, we decided now would be the perfect time for volume 2—holiday style! It’s our hope that this little (totally optional) game will help give you fun bursts of muse during a quieter season on the dash, and lots of engaging things to explore, whether you’re interested in canon self-paras or headcanons, non-canon AU threads, or playful graphics, for yourself or for others!

Of course as it is not actually December in the RP verse, the ‘holiday’ theme is mostly for us muns, but is also intentionally vague—you may explore any holiday, family gathering, religious or non-religious tradition that strikes your fancy or that inspires you based on the tiles above! (i.e. in the RP verse, it’s actually around Passover time, so you may prefer to explore something along those themes, or any other holiday your character(s) would have participated in—or even decidedly not participated in). I also know snow and winter and some of the traditions references don’t apply to everyone for the December holidays, but feel free to get creative and explore them in whatever way you like!

How it Works

Each square on the board has a theme that you can incorporate into any kind of creative work you wish! The WHITE tiles (trope themes) are specifically AU, and are intended for any written or other creative works that involve other characters from the RP but are intentionally an Alternate Universe and therefore non-canon. (Of course, mentions/inclusions of characters other than your own in self-paras etc will require the consent of other muns!) The BLUE tiles, however, are WORD PROMPTS and can also be used to explore canon things, including flashbacks/self-paras, moodboards, headcanons, etc. (If you choose to do any of these blue tile word prompts as AUs instead, then be sure it’s clearly labelled as such!)

Additionally, for the AU Themes, if you are interested in writing threads with other players, you are certainly welcome to do them as paras (might be a great opportunity if you need to up your para counts) but you are also welcome to explore chat threads—and here’s a fun kicker: if you wish, you may choose alternate faceclaims for the threads, if the AU involves any age changes (your character as a kid or teenager, or perhaps your character older and married or so on and so forth!) But of course, this is totally optional!

Non-Written Creations

As all media rules still apply, the following submissions should be submitted to the Graphics Blog:

gif sets

graphics

visual artwork (i.e. sketches, drawings, paintings etc etc)

video edits

playlists (with cover art)

[ As always, you will be properly credited for all your work, and you are always welcome to add your own credit text in the description of your submission and format it any way you like! ]

[ submit here ]

Written Work

Written work (self-paras, para or chat threads, poetry, miscellaneous ~experimental~ wordy things) can be posted on your own character account as long as it is clearly marked in the title to indicate that it’s an AU bingo activity or canon flashback/word prompt/headcanon etc and everything should be tagged with #col22bingo, so that the mods can easily locate it and there is no confusion. Feel free also to track the tag!

Please also note in the TITLE (and separately in tags if you wish) which square the submission/creation is for. Some of them are going to be super obvious, but some may not be, and it’ll make things a lot easier for the mods to track if you title and tag them appropriately!

Some Theme Examples

As you can see, most of the categories are pretty self explanatory, but we thought a couple of them would benefit from a bit of clarification, so:

National Lampoon AU: Inspired by the classic Christmas film “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” this tile is basically looking for anything involving family gatherings and the chaos/absurdity/disaster that often comes with it. First holiday shared with the crazy in-laws? Family members or exes who absolutely can’t be in the same room but are in the same room? Over crowded homes with cousins and uncles sleeping on couches and air-mattresses? Disastrous cooking or decorating or gathering fiascos? Basically, you name it, and we’ll be here for it—with popcorn. 

Home Alone AU: A Macaulay Culkin style adventure—feel free to explore the ‘getting left behind at the airport’ element, the ‘going ham on home intruders’ element, any creative variation of such scenarios, or all of the above! This might be an example of one that works well as a crossover idea!

Holiday “Spirits” AU: Get into the Holiday Spirit by breaking out those Holiday Spirits!! As in, any scenario involving getting tipsy (or downright sloshed) on eggnog or liqueur or wine (the list goes on and on.) This doesn’t have to be your character, of course, it can be any combination of scenarios, just something about celebratory drinks (or lack there of!) Reminder to please tag any triggers where it might be appropriate! 

Pantomime AU: A very British Christmas tradition of comedic, fantastical stage performances often based on well known children’s stories, with encouraged (and silly) interactions from the audience. If you’re not British, but you’ve ever been to a Rocky Horror performance, it might be a little bit like that. Read about this fabulous and fun tradition here. 

"The tree” AU: This one is a bit more Christmas specific, but any scenario involving getting a tree—whether it be buying a real one from a market, fetching one from the woods and bringing it home, putting up a fake one, decorating, arguing... and of course, if you’re looking for chaos, any fiascos that may come with any of these scenarios!

Closing Details

Just like last time, this is purely for fun and there is zero pressure to participate if it doesn’t tickle your fancy, but if you do want to, you can track your progress on the board located on the graphics blog here. (We will update as frequently as we can, but it may take up to a day or two for your results to appear!)

During the course of this challenge, we will post updates whenever someone achieves a line, (or if by some miracle, someone goes for a blackout!) There are no prizes, but there are definitely bragging rights. For the time being, the end date of this challenge is TBD, but it will likely last through January. It doesn’t feel particularly necessary to close these things super quickly, but we may at some point stop tracking the results, and we’ll let you know when that happens!

As always, if you have any questions at all about the game, submission types or any of the AU themes or prompts, please hit us up on the main blog ask and we’ll be glad to help! We will tag all posts and answers regarding this challenge with col22bingo so you can easily find it in the tags or on the main blog!

And finally, to every member of this little star RP fam, new and old and everything in between, thank you for an amazing year. Though 2020 was rough on all accounts and for everyone, this community and you fabulous people helped to provide an oasis of safety and imagination to escape to when things on the outside got bad. I know I speak for just about every last one of us when I say I seriously don’t know where I would have been all year without you guys. All the mods and I are so, so grateful for your continued, absolutely staggering loyalty and commitment. So here’s to another incredible year at Colony 22! Let’s finish off our 7th year right!

Lots of love, and have fun!!

Col22!Mods

[thirstychuuya]

i have no idea how to give you this other than just submitting it so uhhh skshfhdkg i accidentally sinned a little bit :’) it was written and submitted on mobile so hopefully the formatting won’t be too fucky but thank you for the inspiration and for this whole blog and aaaaaaa chuuyaaaaa 🤤

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“Date of interrogation... August fourthteenth.”

The voice echoed in my ears and flooded my brain with excitement. How he let nothing of his own anticipation show, so formal and business-like, how very real it felt.

His perfectly polished dress shoes clicked lightly on the floor as he circled me, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

“Executive of interrogation,” he leaned against the desk, looking out the high-rise windows of his office. “Nakahara Chuuya.” He stated, smoke puffing from between his lips with every syllable. He ground his cigarette in the overfull ashtray next to the recorder, snuffing it out with practiced ease.

The weight of the chains pinning me down was heavy, to say the least. He didn’t need to bring out his ability yet, no- there were hooks on either side of his desk cemented into the floor. The chains were attached to those, and they had no slack whatsoever. They wrapped tightly over me and pressed me into the wood, pinching into my lower back every time I tried to breathe deeply. My legs barely touched the floor where his chair would usually be.

Briefly I wondered if he’d used this set up for actual interrogations, or if he installed the hooks just for me. I shivered.

He didn’t let me think any farther, though. He lifted himself off the oak furnishing and continued circling me, heels of his shoes tapping against the polished floor, and I felt like prey just dying for the predator to stop playing with it’s food. But I was going to be good. I always was.

“Purpose, and-or information to be acquired,” he read off the script burned into his mind from experience. He hesitated though, looking oh-so-thoughtful as he pondered his options, before smiling again, wolfishly, and leaning close to my ear.

“I’m sure we’ll find something... mutually beneficial.”

His tongue dripped with dominance and I was already panting, squirming, wishing he’d cuffed my hands a little looser- no, tighter.

His breath left my neck and I heard the rolling of his chair’s wheels approach me from behind. I heard him sit down, heard the fabric of his pants rustle as he put one ankle over his knee. I knew that pose- I could see it clearly in my memory. He only ever sat that way to turn me on, to look down on me from his imaginary throne. He would lean back now, bringing a finger to his lips and biting it gently, taking in whatever sight he’d set before him- which, at the moment, I hoped was pleasing him greatly.

I wore that skirt I knew he loved- it was just long enough to be modest, but light and thin, any gust of wind would lift it, any curious hand could feel what was underneath it (though, of course, only his was allowed to). And there wasn’t anything to be felt- I knew what I was doing when I brought up the idea, long before he dragged me by my wrist into his office and locked the door. I knew what he liked, so I didn’t bother wearing anything underneath- he would have torn it to shreds, anyway.

He pushed himself forward in his chair, the wheels clattering over the lines of the tile floor, and his hands found the outsides of my thighs. He pulled on them slightly, urging me to spread them wider, and when I did, he let out a sigh of contentment, breath tickling my oversensitive skin.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

His voice was still even, still strict, but the words slid down my spine like ice.

“You’ve done some very bad things.”

His thumbs were rubbing circles where my thighs met my ass, avoiding all the places I wanted his touch.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His question was routine and could have fit into any context, but I knew what he wanted me to say. What could I find to apologize for, to beg him for forgiveness over? Had I teased him, had I made him hard at work, had I worn a shirt that revealed a little too much for him to handle? I honestly couldn’t think of anything. I shook my head, rattling the chains gently.

“Please use your words, the recorder is audio only.”

Fuck, that tone, how many times had he said that to someone he was brutalizing during his real dirty work? How many people had spat in his face for it? How many people had he pistolwhipped or stabbed for not cooperating? Did he laugh when they begged for mercy? I sure hoped he did. Seeing that side of him was an aphrodisiac, and I wanted to drink it all in.

I almost couldn’t reply, mouth too occupied biting my lower lip from the salacious thoughts invading my mind. I stuttered and choked out a small “I don’t know”.

“You don’t know.”

He reiterated with a theatric sigh of exasperation. I wanted more touch than I was getting, his nails scraping at my skin as they gently pressed into the softness of my upper thighs. I tried to press them together, to get at least a little bit of friction, but his hands immediately snapped between them and roughly wrenched them even farther open.

He clicked his tongue derisively.

“That’s why.”

I could only whimper. I could tell this was going to be a rough ride. Half of me wished he’d get on with it already... half of me wished he would never stop.

His hands were putting a firm pressure on my legs, and it felt good, but not good enough. I wiggled just a little bit, trying to entice him, desperately and pathetically.

I felt his hands leave me and whined before suddenly one hand was gripping the back of my neck, pressing my face into the desk, as he loomed over me from behind.

“It’s because of shit like that you’re all chained up now. You just can’t control yourself.”

I whined again. Whimpered, even. He was right, he was totally right, but how could I control myself when I’d been daydreaming about this all day?

I shifted my hips back, hoping to feel his own pelvis behind them, wanting to grind on something, tempt him. But he’d already sat back down before I could even move.

“You’re pathetic.” He whispered, with a beautiful grin in his voice.

“I didn’t think I’d have to use this today, but clearly it’s a necessary evil,” he sighed. I heard a click and velcro strap being ripped apart, the sound of something being removed from somewhere. What the hell was it? A toy? Him? I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

I got my wish. Something finally poked at my entrance, something cold, and smooth. It wasn’t a toy- at least, not one that I recognized- and it was metal, too.

“Do you know what this is?”

His voice was struggling to keep the formality, lust seeping into his throat and twisting his tongue.

“N-no... I don’t know.”

Suddenly, violently, it was inside me. I almost screamed- maybe I did, I couldn’t tell. My mind went haywire. It felt good.

“How about now?”

With a hot breath I clenched around it, trying to understand it’s form while also trying to get it deeper inside me. I still couldn’t tell what it fucking was.

Another sigh. He sounded so irritated, but I knew he was anything but. He was loving this. Every second of it.

“You don’t seem to know much of anything. I’ll give you a hint.”

The chilled metal dragged slowly out of me, and I instinctively bucked backwards, trying to recapture it. I heard his chair lean back and felt his arm brush past me as he raised it up, toward the ceiling-

BANG.

...

Dust and fragments of the ceiling’s surface clattered to the floor and the surface of the desk. The sound of the chains rattling stopped short as I froze, adrenaline burning in my blood. A strong, smoky smell overpowered the cigarette’s scent, and the sound rang in my ears.

It was a gun.

Before I could fully process the thought it was back inside me again- hot, burning hot, from the heat of the bullet leaving the chamber. Fuck, it was loaded.

Chuuya dragged the weapon out and pushed it back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and I trembled with so many emotions all at once I couldn’t keep track. He kept moving it, letting me feel that weight of it inside me, the power behind it, the lethality.

“How about now?”

I could tell he had a smirk on his perfect face, the kind that made me go weak at the knees even when he wasn’t shoving a deadly weapon into my pussy.

“G-gun!” I cried out, clinging to the cuffs around my wrists, chains clinking loudly as I frantically tried to press myself back into the movements.

He laughed, low and dark, shoving the barrel as deep as it would go, watching me twitch and drip with arousal, moaning right into the voice recorder.

“That’s right,” he whispered.

“Good girl.”

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

I wish you would write a fic where sOMETHING BEAUTIFUL HAPPENS TO KARA AND MON, LITERALLY EVERYTHING, I JUST WANT HAPPINESS!

TICKLISH

In which, on a Sunday morning Kara wakes up and muses about tickling, cold feet, green tea and someone’s glorious backside.

Edited by my one and only @yeratimelordkatniss

Avaiable on AO3—-> (x)

                                                ***

Waking up to a smell of coffee, made by her unexpected-but-welcome-as-hell-hot-boyfriend, was her favorite way of waking up on Sundays.

You could have asked, why was it not waking up to the smell of pancakes or bacon, but Kara had an answer to that: the smell of pancakes and bacon meant the breakfast was already prepared.

And Kara was a simple girl and she loved watching her boyfriend making food. Yep, totally only that.

J’onn, if he had been able to read Krypotrnian’s minds, would have coughed awkwardly and said something about her little obsession about watching someone’s backside.

Uhm, where was she…?

Kara loved watching the WHOLE Mon-El, wearing his yellow “Kiss the cook” apron she’d bought for him some time ago.

The way he was giving his full attention to the ingredients that were always organized on saucers and containers like a little army, ready to be thrown into a pot. Focusing with furrowed brows on the vegetables, cutting identical slices and dices, like he’s been using a ruler. His natural, gracious moves around the kitchen, when, without even looking, grabbed cookware, seasoning or coconut oil. His quiet, happy hummings of Daxamite songs, if the dishes he was preparing looked perfectly, like on pics from food and cooking blogs. The way he exposed his back and swayed his hips while stirring in the pot - she was almost sure he was smirking while doing it, totally aware that she was drooling on the table.

(Did you hear that? That was J’onn coughing in the distance).

Mon-El from Daxam absolutely owned her kitchen in his calm, not invasive and relaxed way, like he was born to become a chef and she was incredibly grateful for that.

Sometimes, she wondered what kind of a man he would have become, if he had been born on a different planet, in a different family.

But did it really matter?

No, this Mon-El was the man for her, the one that Rao has sent to Kara Zor El, like a Space Sleeping Beauty (and hey!, she had a cape and she could totally fit the Prince Charming’s shoes!). Kara wanted him, no one else. Her intimidating, happy go lucky, funny, incredibly skilled in a kitchen and in a bed boyfriend…

Uhm, where was she…?

Lying on her side, Kara slowly opened her eyes.

He was sitting beside her, resting his (glorious) back on the wall, with Lord of The Rings on his lap and a mug in his hand (with a cute labrador puppy printed on it - another gift from her, did she mention that she loved buying him stuff? No?) filled with (Kara sniffed the air) green tea.

Yuck.

Kara grimaced, remembering that one dreadful morning, when he showed his mug into her sleepy hand and cheerfully informed her it was something much, much better than coffee.

Without thinking she took a sip, expecting hot chocolate. When the horrible, bitter green poison hit her taste buds she spat it right back into his mug.

That was the first time in their short but very active relationship, when Mon-El was not amused by her actions. Not. At. All.

But well, for sure it woken her up better than coffee…

The second time when he became fully offended, was during their first cooking-dates. Right after she threw a tomato at him.

The red vegetable splashed on his shirt (oops, the super strength). Mon-El blinked, looked at the stain, slowly raised his head and pierced her with a very disappointed and offended gaze. And then he explained with a cold voice that she wasted a perfectly ripped certified organic tomato from the best plantation in California. And explained in detail how wasting food and natural resources was bad for the environment and as a Krypotnian - she should have known that.

Kara felt like being lectured by a biology professor from her high school. In the end she humbly promised she was not going to waste more food in the future. And she really meant it.

Too bad they BOTH wasted some food during another date when-

Uhm, where was she…?

“How’re the hobbits?” she rubbed her eyes and yawned loudly.

“When I think about it, they remind me of you.” He said seriously.

Kara stopped yawning in the middle and looked at him with furrowed brows.

“You mean I have hairy, smelly big feet and I’m a glutton?” She felt her brows slowly rising and almost meeting her hairline.

“What?” he blinked and looked at her confusedly. “No! Like them, you appreciate good meal! Your feet are perfect! And-” he started frantically praising her body parts and Kara just had to smile.

She leaned into Mon-El and kissed him slowly and sweetly.

The tea in his mug swayed dangerously.

“Oops, we don’t want to kill the mood and waste the tea, hmm?” she mumbled, took the mug from his hand and placed it on a bedside table.

“Mhmmm?” he asked totally dazed, chasing her lips.

With a Kryptonian satisfaction she proudly noticed a small hill that appeared near the area of his covered with blanket hips.

Ha! She, Kara Zor El the prudish Kryptonian, did this!

“Mhmmm?” again, Mon-El mumbled very intelligently.

“Remember the pizza?” she said and smirked when his eyes widened.

Yep. The pizza.

The other time when they decided to combine a date with preparing homemade food. The problem was, that they were both a little more interested in each other than in the most famous Italian dish. Somehow, they managed to put it into the oven and then, rather quickly, they moved to the bedroom.

And when Kara was so, SO close to uhm, you know exactly to what, suddenly Mon-El lifted his head from between her legs, sniffed the air, his eyes widening like saucers as he squeeked, “PIZZA!” and ran to the kitchen with superspeed, almost tripping on his pants that were lying tangled on the floor.

Leaving behind a sweaty Kara, with slightly raised hips and her mouth wide open.

Did she feel offended? As hell! But then he started panicking rather loudly in the kitchen:

“Oh, my fucking Rao! Kara, cheese almost got burnt and it’s crispy! And nooooooo, tomatoes! My precious Californian tomatoes! GRIFE!”

Kara had started laughing so hard that she finally fell from the bed.

Uhm, where was she…?

“But we are not preparing food?” he said lowly, with that special Mon-Elish glint in his gray eyes that promised her something amazing.

Her stomach has had some different plans, tho.

They both blinked when it grumbled rather loudly.

“Are you sure you don’t have a lion there?” Mon-El asked seriously, looking at her stomach, hidden under one of his t-shirts she loved to wear to sleep.

“Yes, and it’s hungry for pancakes,” she said sweetly. “You better feed it or…”

“Or what?”

“Or it will make you sleep on the couch?”

“Sometimes, I think you keep me here only because I cook for you,” he pouted.

“And for sex. Let’s not forget about sex,” she smiled but froze when a shadow clouded over his gaze for a second.

Like he really believed what she’d said.

They really needed to talk about his self-esteem super soon, because on moments like this one, she was almost sure he thought he was not good enough for her.

What was absolutely ridiculous.

But before she could have apologized, he sneaked his hands under Kara’s shirt (well, technically his) and it was her time to squeak.

Kryptonians on Earth were immune to punches, kicks, bullets, hell!, even to rockets. But for some reason they were not immune to Daxamites’ hands tickling them mercilessly.

The first time, when Mon-El had done it, she almost died from laughter. How many years she has spent on Earth, not really feeling the touches humans were giving her?

And then, the former Prince(ss) of Daxam who fell from the sky, gave her something no one else could - an overwhelming feeling of normality.

Too bad Daxamites were immune to Kryptonian tickling. But well, cold Kryptonian feet, sneaked under the covers and laid flat on naked Daxamites’ chests (or asses) worked almost as good as tickling. Few of Kara’s neighbours, woken in the middle of the night by an extraordinary Daxamite scream, could confirm that.

They were lying on the bed, limbs tangled, Mon-El on top of Kara, who was panting and giggling almost hystercially.

And then her stomach grumbled again.

Mon-El sighed heavily and hid his face in the crook of her neck.

“Pancakes?” he moaned with a defeated voice.

“Yes, please,” Kara hiccuped and laughed again.

“Want to join me?”

“In a minute,” she kissed the tip of his nose and watched him leave.

Then she chuckled and spread her limbs on the bed, feeling incredibly happy and fulfilled.

Caresing softly a still warm side of his bed, she decided that she didn’t want to wake up in an empty bed ever again.

And then she smiled broadly when she heard him humming hakuna matata, while cracking eggs and mixing them with flour and milk.

Kara slowly got up and went to the kitchen with a strong resolution to allow him to make the pancakes.

While looking at his glorious ass, of course.

THE END

AN

First of all, feel free to kill me. BUT, I’m dealing with fuckingly massive writer’s block and this one shot, submitted to me by an anon on tumblr, may be a light in the end of the tunnel (let’s hope it’s not a fucking train). I’m in the middle(ish) of writing the third part of The Jolly Disaster (the second is going to appear in few minutes) and then I will finish Accidentally in Love. Cross your salty fingers, guys.

Also, writing it was super fun, so if you have prompts for SHORT ONE SHOTS - send me a pigeon.

Thanks for reading :)

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Decision one: Discuss and submit your choices to the events blog by 4 pm Tuesday. If you do not choose or cannot agree, all subs will get all punishments.

CHOICE #1: ( Use only if you have 4 in your cell) Basic bondage. Submissive is tied spread eagle and tickled unrelentingly for 15 minutes or until they pee themselves, which ever comes first.

 CHOICE #2: Restricting bondage: Sub is tied in such a way that they are very uncomfortable and have very little movement. Hot candle wax is dripped over their exposed skin. Duration: 30 minutes Example: nsfw

CHOICE #3: Predicament bondage: Sub is tied in such a way that movement causes them pain ie: nipple clamps pull if they move back, but a tight clamp on their genitals pulls if they move forward. Hot wax is dripped on them as they struggle, including their genitals. Duration: 45 minutes Example: nsfw

CHOICE #4: Complete bondage: Subs is put in total sensory deprivation. They are zipped into a sleep sack and secured very tightly locked with leather straps. A hood blocks all light, gags them and plugs their ears. They are then put inside a locked box. Duration: 1 hour

@bowierosedomme @ericxanders @ainsley-corcoran @katiexclarington @deni-lee @rileyhummel @sammythedominant @judasxxberry @tapdancingduval @domitxnate @domsebsmythe @domdanielschue @frankiexxwilde @matthiassbeiste @dommateolopez @declan-dom-corcoran @felixthedom @jonesingforben @dominantsylvester

OOC: REMEMBER ONLY DOMS CAN SEE THIS! Doms may not ask subs what choices to do. Also, bondage positions do NOT involve insertion of anything into ass/pussy of subs.

[floofymuses-archive]

PSA!! Before bed pft

Bit of a little PSA for the people who’re following, and for people who’re nervous to interact!

Don’t be afraid to shoot things in my ask or submit boxes!! A L L of my mutuals are welcome to send whatever they want, whether it’s to me personally, or to any muses that tickles your fancy! Whether it’s memes, questions or something totally random, feel free to send it in!! I’ll respond as quickly as I can!

If you have a plot idea that you’d like to do with me, tell me!! Cause I’ll mostly likely write it with you no problem! I love writing with people and experimenting with my muses.

CROSSOVERS & AUs ARE ABSOLUTELY WELCOME HERE. They take time to plot and arrange, but I am totally open to them!! 

If you have any concerns with the blog, or me, please, message me immediately and we’ll talk it out and try to fix the problem!

Last but not least - I’m here to have a good time, and be you’re roleplay partner. I repeat this enough, but please don’t use me as your reblogging source for memes and PSA’s if the original source is there for it. If it isn’t, then I understand completely, but if it is, please, please, please, reblog from that.

Thank you and good night. ♥

[laughingatmynightmare]

Day 36

What follows is the opposite of a humblebrag. We need a word for that style. Embarrashare? Yup, that’s good. Please enjoy this slightly humiliating, but mostly funny embarrashare.

About a year ago, I received an email from a casting director in L.A. asking if I’d be interested in auditioning for the lead role of a small feature film (I know, I know, this sounds totally humblebraggy, but just trust me). The story was about two people with muscular dystrophy falling in love with each other, and the wild adventures they experience in the process.

The email tickled me. I thought it was neat, but at the same time, it was pretty clear that the casting company was just sending out these invitations in bulk to anyone in a wheelchair that they found online. Acting was not my thing, so I responded with a grateful “no thank you.”

A few days later, I received a second email, this time from the director of the film. She’d heard that I was not interested in auditioning and was kindly asking me to reconsider. That surprised me. Her email was very personal, referencing my book, my blog, and my personality in all my online videos. I wrote her back saying I really appreciated their interest, and I did, but that I knew nothing about acting and the logistics of filming for several months in California seemed too difficult.

She responded almost immediately, kicking off several days of dozens of emails back and forth. I have to say, I was starting to feel pretty damn charmed. She countered every worry I gave, saying they’d coach me on the acting, set me up with a payout that would easily cover caregivers, living arrangements, and leave plenty left over. She used the phrase, “Please don’t make me beg,” and asked me to just read the script. At this point, it was becoming difficult to continue believing that the production would put this much effort into recruiting me if they didn’t truly want me, so I eventually agreed to send in an audition.

Just film it on an iPhone. You don’t even need to “act.” Just read a few lines in your natural voice. This was the advice she gave me, interspersed with countless assurances that this was just a formality so the other producers could sign off on my involvement.

So finally, after almost two months of deliberations, while the fantasy of becoming a movie star grew to epic proportions inside my imagination, I submitted a two-minute audition tape.

I never heard from the director, or anyone from the production, ever again. I guess I’m not an actor.

[tickle-bugs]

I had two people ask for some advice on starting up/running a blog, so I thought I’d make a little post for anyone else looking for advice! There’s no one right way to run a blog and I am by no means an expert. This is just a compilation of some of the things I’ve learned :) 

Feel free to add advice to this!

- The first thing is something I cannot stress enough. Write for yourself first. You will be absolutely miserable if you’re only writing for attention. I’m not saying it’s easy, but it’s so incredibly important. If you don’t like a prompt, fandom, or scenario? You don’t have to write for it! A personal example: I’m a theatre kid and total musical nerd. I could probably write some compelling Dear Evan Hansen or Hamilton headcanons if I wanted to, but I don’t. That’s fine! I’m allowed to say I won’t write for it and deny prompts/requests for those fandoms. 

- Set boundaries. This is a very mixed community with all sorts of creators and participants with hands in different baskets. Don’t want minors to interact? Put minors DNI in your bio. SFW only? Put it in the bio. No RP? Bio. This goes for private conversations/askbox/other interactions as well. If someone comes into your askbox/dms and says something that makes you uncomfy, shut it down. 

- My advice is more geared towards writing than art or video, but I suppose you could apply this advice as well. Make what makes you happy! If you’re only in one fandom, feel free to stay there and make content for it. Multi-fandom? Excellent! Completely non-fandom? Epic! Make the content that you want to see and the content that makes you happy to create, especially if you’re in a more niche fandom/area. 

- Organization. ...I’ll admit this one is more of a personal pet peeve than something urgent, but it is something that people positively respond to. If you have some sort of consistency/organization to your blog, it’ll make it easier and more enjoyable for people to navigate. Make a fandom list/indicate your fandoms somehow (mostly for prompt purposes. people can’t read your mind, so it’s important to tell them what you will write for and what you won’t, however you want to do that)! 

Make a masterpost/link your fic tag! Use a fic tag of some kind. Give your fics summaries and leave a little bit of the fic above the ‘read more’ to intrigue folks (look at #my fics and my masterpost for basic examples of how I do this, if you need!). Use read mores. Please use read mores (if you can, idk if they’re on mobile. regardless no one wants to encounter a three thousand word block of text on their dash). (No seriously though, organize your blog, even if it’s super simple. literally just a ‘mine’ or ‘my fics’ or ‘[pseud] writes’ and a fandom tag. It’ll make it easier for people to find your stuff and support you)

- Practice general internetiquette. Please remember that the people in this community are real people with feelings, boundaries, and lives outside of the blog that they run. Be genuine and people will respond to you! Don’t manipulate people into likes/reblogs/attention. No one wants to be on the other end of that. Being in this community isn’t a transaction or a mosh pit, it’s an experience.  

- Be ever-so-liberal with the block button. Someone’s user makes you uncomfortable? They give you bad vibes? They’re a minor/older than you and you don’t want them interacting with your content? You don’t wanna see their blog for some reason? Block em. This goes for anons too. That’s what the button is for. Don’t feel guilty for using it. Use it. 

- How you write is 100% a personal choice and not really something that I can give advice on, but embrace your style! take prompts if you want, or don’t. Write oneshots, series, drabbles, or novels. Write romantic, or don’t. Etc. Change things up if you feel like it. Do what you want. Your blog, your style, your rules. 

- Numbers matter. Don’t let them define you. This is a bit of a harder one to explain, but I will try. I often say that I don’t care about numbers, and I really don’t, but that’s not to say that I don’t see them and they have zero effect on me. I absolutely notice and am bummed if a fic doesn’t get notes, or at least the notes that I was expecting. That is entirely normal and okay to experience. What isn’t okay, though, is creating for the sake of getting notes/numbers/attention (re: write for yourself first, internetiquette). If you find yourself relying on tumblr for gratification and a reward, I implore you to take a break. I’m not your therapist or your parent, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but when you make things only for the sake of notes, people notice. Celebrate your milestones. Know that it’s okay to be bummed about low notes/celebrate getting plenty. Just make sure that you don’t depend on the numbers for your happiness, or you will be miserable.

- You’re (probably) doing this for free. You are providing people content: a service. Produce as much or as little as you’re comfy with, but always remember that. No one is entitled to what you make. If someone asks you for headcanons, sends a prompt when prompts are closed, etc, and you don’t feel like fulfilling it? You have no obligation to do that. Getting commissioned is another story entirely, but as long as you’re making free content, you have zero obligation to do anything for anyone and certainly no time constraints. It can take me months to finish prompts, and that’s okay. I do them when I do them and I fill them how I want to. If my prompts are closed, I deny new ones until I’m ready to accept them. Make yourself happy first.

- How you interact with others is up to you! It’s generally considered good practice to like/reblog your mutuals fics/art, but this is not necessarily a hard and fast rule. I veeeeeery rarely reblog fics for fandoms that I’m not in, even from my mutuals. What you can do to show your support (and you should try and show support somehow. No one is in competition. Everyone’s in your boat, whether they have no followers or 1k) is send an ask/reply to the post/leave tags to let the author know you liked it. Like the fic and don’t reblog it, if you don’t want to. Just make sure you show your mutuals (and others in general!) roughly the same support they show you, however you decide to do that. Treat others how you want to be treated, as cheesy as it sounds :)

- Don’t repost content that isn’t yours without express permission from the original creator, and credit them appropriately. If you see a cute piece of tickle art and the artist doesn’t want it reposted? Don’t repost it. Don’t post fics/videos/gifs that aren’t yours (obviously if it’s like a scene from a movie/a clip on youtube that’s different, but don’t take credit for things you didn’t make, including ideas). Can’t tell you how frustrating it is to have work stolen from you. Don’t be that person. ‘Credit to original artist’ and ‘credit unknown’ is total bullshit btw. Link/tag the creator in the original post and make it clear you don’t own the content. Best practice is to ask the original creator if they’re okay with reposting, work inspired by or connected to theirs, etc. This goes doubly for saving/downloading someone’s fics. 

- It is not illegal for a minor to have normal, nonsexual, healthy friendships with people older than them. There’s a weird attitude that minors have nothing of value to offer adults besides a relationship/sex, which is...not true? Minors are thinking, living human beings with feelings, thoughts, and opinions. You can talk to them like normal people, because they are. Just obviously don’t talk about/introduce sex or endanger them. Minors don’t bring up sex/activities you’re underage for with an adult. IDK this isn’t a seminar just...don’t be weird. Adults can offer great life experience, support systems, and the basic joys and needs of human connection. Minors can too. Mind your business unless someone’s actually in danger. The next point is a caveat, though: 

- If you’re a minor, don’t interact with NSFW blogs/blogs with ‘Minors DNI’, NSFW blogs don’t interact with minors, etc etc. Not your parent or whatever but this is pretty common sense and it’s for everyone’s safety, but especially the NSFW person. internettiquette!

- If you use your TK blog as a side blog (meaning you have another blog as your main blog, not two separate accounts) and don’t want your main exposed, that is up to you. I recommend not liking posts. Also, follow people that you trust. These actions route through your main blog and your main will show up in the notes. You can reblog from a sideblog. If you want to send an ask “as your tk blog”, send an anon and sign it somehow, like ‘hey :) // @/tickle-bugs’. It should tag you in the post so you get a notification when it’s answered!

- Find your people! As an anxious person this one has been hard for me, so I know it’s hard for a lot of people. Fandom is literally a community of shared interest. Peachy and I have an iron bond almost two years later and we met talking over shared interests. You can absolutely find your people here. If someone makes you happy, strike up a conversation! Send an ask! You never know what doors it might open or whose day you might improve :)

- If you were an anon/lurker on someone’s blog and they inspired you to write/submit/start your own, sign your messages!! the common form that I see is either an emoji or [noun/context of the ask]!anon (prodigal!anon (i miss u every day), butterfly!anon, etc.) Let us know how to find and support you!! Those messages produce good brain juice. 

- The big finale: Have fun. If you’re not having fun here, maybe you could tweak something to make things enjoyable. Running a blog is like driving a car. Keep your hands on the wheel, respectfully indicate your intentions (flashing lights optional), and be safe. Poebody’s nerfect, y’know. If you make a mistake, course correct. I’m by no means perfect. Your favs aren’t either. Just do your best and have a good time :)

@rosytickles and the anon in my inbox, I hope this helps! Thank you for asking me, I’m very honored that you value my opinon/experience/advice. I apologize if I come off as preachy or aggressive, I envisioned grabbing my younger self by the lapels and shaking me vigorously while I wrote this. Probably a bad idea. 

Anywho, hope it helps. Anyone with questions, additions, or comments, my askbox is open! Just be constructive, is all I ask. 

[mellicose]

2017 Fic Review

Tagged by the beautiful, bubbly @aneclipsedhabitue . Thanks, girl!

total number of completed stories: 38 stories currently posted on Ao3

total word count: 231,467 words on Ao3, but so many more as Tumblr Ficlets/Requests/one-shots

fandoms written in: David Tennant fandom, exclusively Alec Hardy x Ellie Miller Alec x Grace/Clara (OC) Chris from Learners x Eva (OC) Aiden Hoynes x M (OC) Tenth Doctor x Violet (OC) Tentoo x Rose Campbell Bain x OC Casanova x Stella Violetta de Mocenigo (OC) Campbell Bain x Dee (OC) Simm!Master x Ten

(there are several other random DT characters in there, but just as one-shots)

looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?:

I  was shocked when I saw the word count on my Ao3. I have been prolific this year in a way I haven’t been in ages, and I have written for other blogs. It’s been bananas in the best way.

what’s your own favorite story of the year?:

Oh wow. I’d have to say ... it’s between part 3 of my Doctor After Dark series, Many Happy Returns, the Hardy x Miller fic Amongst the Roses, and the growing behemoth that is Lust Lessons, whose name I’m changing to A Sea Inside when I post the last Act.

do you have any fanfic or profit goals for the new year?: 

I hope to scrub and shop several of my stories around to publishers sometime next year. Time will tell. I have outlined a longform Doctor After Dark fic as well as a Campbell Bain fic, but they will have to wait until I finish A Sea Inside.

best story of the year?: 

If I go by Ao3 hits, it’s between my first naughty Doctor After Dark fic, and A Thing with Feathers, a Hardy x Miller fic.

most popular story of the year?: 

I answered that above.

story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: 

Just about every one of them, but it’s not an ego thing. I don’t do Teninch in a fandom where that’s the main thing. I don’t resent it, but I’m resigned to my fate. I’m in a dinghy, banging on side of the destroyers around me with my oar, trying to sell DT characters with original character pairs like the crazy kook that I am.

If I’m gonna go super specific, I’ll say it’s between A Clever Mouth, a Don Juan in Soho smut request, and Turning Back Time, a Peter Vincent story that, honestly, deserves more hits than it’s gotten. I’m still resolved to flesh Peter’s character out, hits or no, for myself.

most fun story to write: 

While doing the one word ficlet requests, a jocose anon requested “Giacomo Casanova, boogers, smut -i wanna see if ya can make snot sexy”

I don’t know whether it was my best work, but it was good fun to write sex with a head cold.

story with the single sexiest moment: 

I think that depends what the reader is into. 

If they’re into femdom/kink, try The Domme Diaries.

If they’re into established-relationship sex with two people who are disgustingly in love with each other, try Lust Lessons and all the related flashbacks on my Ao3

If you’re into D/s male dominance, try this multi- chapter fic

I have a lot of smut. It’s kinda my thing. My spécialité de la maison, if I might say so. If it’s your thing, I suggest hitting my Ao3, my Masterlist, or searching #fanfiction on my page or hitting my archive for all those delicious odds and ends I don’t link because #lazy. 

You are bound to find something that tickles your fancy.

What set my knickers aflame personally? I’m keeping that to myself. I want to keep the reader guessing where my heart (and my kinks) really are.

most sweet story: 

Holy shitsnacks. I don’t know. I don’t ordinarily do sweet, but I wrote a little ficlet based on a Hardy headcanon submitted by an anon with Alec and little Fred, Ellie’s boy, where Fred feeds him cheerios because Alec looks hungry. 

Oh, the sweetness. It burns so good.

story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story: 

Lust Lessons was just meant to be a naughty, quick four-part fic in which Hardy gets his groove back, but it turned to full on, like, novel. I didn’t know ol’ Shitface had it in him. And Grace? Her back story unfolded before me so easily, but it’s been difficult to write. I hear that echo of all the people who get angry when a female character has a grim backstory just for the sake of seeming interesting, and I wanted to avoid that.

But the thing is, it’s not a ploy to be interesting. It is Grace/Clara’s story. Grim and hard to stomach as it might be, she stayed alive, and kept hoping, and remained brave enough to give love despite her very real pains and problems. 

In the end, there is so much beauty in that. 

biggest disappointment: 

In what way? I don’t consider anything a disappointment. If it’s less than my usual standard, it’s a learning experience.

But there one story that comes to mind - a dark!Campbell fic I did called Cherry Stained that I’m meh about. Strangely, I really like the naughty fic I wrote that was meant to be part 2 for it.

You tell me. 

biggest surprise: 

I can’t think of anything profound. I’m really grateful for all the kind attention and compliments I’ve gotten. I didn’t come here to make actual friends, but I’ve gotten to know some amazing people. Who knew I’d find so many coevals in the tenebrous place beyond shame?

Fanart: n/a

Manips: n/a

I want to take all the moments I can to thank every single person who didn’t scroll past my work and gave it a chance, and send a massive hug to those who were brilliant and brave enough to actually like and reblog my stories.

Although it’s deceptively easy to consume, writing isn’t easy to do. Even a 1000 world one-shot contains a bit of the writer’s heart blood. If it’s beautiful - if it moves you, makes you cry, or angry, or aroused, let the writer know in the form of a like, a reblog, or a comment. You can randomly type letters while screaming to the void - the writer will feel it. Doing so literally means the whole world to them, and pretty much guarantees that they will create more stories that will move you.

I won’t tag anyone, but only because the people that come to mind have already done it. If you want to play along, please feel free, and tag me!

[ticklyfluffstuff]

The Great Campbell War of 2017

Love this blog so figured I’d submit this. First time writing a fic, but I got really inspired by this blog’s war thread so tada!!

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Cameron Campbell’s Camp Campbell was once a promising camp, the kids were happy and enthusiastic, and all seemed well….. That was ten years ago. The kids now were constantly angry and bored, the camp was in disarray and there was a few to many police shoot outs for a summer camp. David was getting fed up, why couldn’t he get the kids excited for anything. He needed something to boost the camp into it’s new golden age. But what could possibly get them to bond, to laugh and just enjoy the summer……. Oh that could work, that could definitely work.

“GOOD MORNING CAMPERS!!!”

The Some groans and side eyed glances were his only greeting, but this only got him more excited for the big reveal.

“Once you’re all done eating your super great meals meet me by the flag pole!”

He gave camp campbell’s signature salute before disappearing out the door once more, a few campers rolled their eyes. But Max was suspicious, he looked to Neil.

“What the hells got him so excited?” He asked before sipping his black coffee.

“What do you mean?” Neil replied giving Max a look

“ Yea …..what do….. you mean?” Nikki added shoveling scrambled eggs into her mouth.

“He is way to fucking happy this morning, and that’s even for him!” Max pointed out.

“You must be imagining things cuase that’s him every morning”.

“No way that David is way more happy then normal! I should know cuase it’s pissing me off more than usual.”

“Your always pissed off how can you get anymore?”

Max sighed and just got up with everyone else. He knew deep down he was right, there was something making David even happier if only he could figure it out, though it didn’t take long for as soon as the double doors opened they revealed a smiling David next to a large black chalk board, with a slot for each camper. The rest of the camp shared the same confused look that came over Max’s face as they tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

“Good Morning guys!! Now today Gwen’s gone but we can still have fun without her till she’s back!! Anyone wanna guess today’s fun activity?” David announced happily watching the campers faces.

“You are forcing us to redo the stupid camporee?” Neil postulated, only to see David Shake his head his smile getting more prominent, maybe max had the right idea earlier.

“Oh oh Platypus egg hunt?!?!” Nikki excitedly yelled only for David to again shake his head.

The rest of the campers tried guesses but each got it wrong, the campers getting more and more curious.

“You’ve finally snapped and are planning on killing us all?” Max threw out loosing interest.

“Nope we are going to be the first to start a brand new tradition here at camp campbell!” David finally announced. “The First annual Camp Campbell tickle war!”

Confusion changed to shock then to disbelief then back to confusion. Max’s eyes went wide as he realized David was totally serious. Other campers still hadn’t gotten over the confusion.

“I can see you’re all a little confused, but the rules are simple when you tickle a fellow camper you get a point, you get tickled you lose a point. Our esteemed quartermaster will be keeping score. I will be a referee of sorts and help get you guys more involved in this activity!”

“You cannot be serious!” Max yelled out. “Who the fuck would wanna praticipate in this shi……” Before max could even finish his sentence Nikki had Neil pinned and started attacking her friend/potential step brother. Neil caught off guard immediately started laughing as Nikki attacked his sides.

“I’M GUNNA AHAHA KILL YOU NIKKI!!!!” He called out in between laughs.

That’s what set the rest of the camp descended into anarchy. Nerris used a glitter charm to distract Harrison before getting his knees, the magician dropping and trying to stifle his laughter. Space Kid and Doplh wrestled a bit before space kid got the upper hand, reducing the artist to a giggly mess. Nurf and Erid made a truce with each other before going after preston and Scotty.

During the initial confusion and outbreak Max managed to drop his knitted double and sneak away, running into the woods and climbing high into a tree to stay out of sight.

From here he had a good vantage point into the developing chaos. Nerris was getting tickled by what he could assume was Harrison. Nikki was laughing maniacally but not from being tickled, she was going after anyone she could get her hands on. Space Kid proved the underdog as he went after Erid letting Preston escape long enough to help get Nerris. The laughing could probably be heard from The Flower Scouts camp!

“Max what are you doing up there? Don’t you wanna join the fun” Max’s felt his stomach clench as he heard David, looking down to see the smiling counselor below him.

“I’m not fucking doing this shit it’s fucking crazy, and you can’t make me camp man!” He protested holding the branch tight.

“Aww Max don’t be like that you might have fun!” David perked up, reaching up to pluck Max from the tree like an apple

“No I won’t! Now let me go you idiot!” Max protested twisting and squirming trying to get loose of David’s hands.

Max stopped moving and bit his lip when he felt David wiggle a finger in his side. A few more fingers lightly tickled at his side as Max tried his hardest to not laugh. His face contorting into a half smile as he tried to not give David the satisfaction of winning this battle.

“Come on max let’s turn that frown upside down!”

Max couldn’t help it and started giggling as the finger dug into his sides. He began squirming again and tried to push David’s hands away. His giggles turning to laughs as David’s tickling got closer to his belly, rising in tone as he got his belly button.

“There we go now we’re getting in the spirit!” David cheered as he finally saw Max smile and laugh.

“Fuhuhuhuhuuck you asshole ahhahahahahaha!”

“Language!”

His fingers danced up and down max’s sides, as max tried to get away, causing his sweatshirt to ride up just enough for David to go and tickle right on max’s belly, Max jumped before snorting as he laughed louder then before. His face turning red as he laughed and squirmed. David’s tickling traveled up towards max’s underarms causing the young man to squeal and clamp his arms down, trapping the wiggling digits where they were.

“AHAHHAHA STop It YOu motherFuhuhuhuhcker!!!” Max Protested.

“Language! Looks like you need a lesson huh Max?” David teased.

He managed to Free one hand to dig into max’s belly again. The attack to both spots driving Max insane. He almost couldn’t take much more before he finally broke free of David’s grip. He fell down the tall tree like man before being caught just in time and lowered gently to the ground.

Max curled up panting, giggling and trying to get rid of the phantom fingers. But he still had a small smile on his face.

“Now see wasn’t that fun? Don’t you wanna go join now?” David said excitedly.

“Fuck No!” Max protested, this time it seemed almost for show.

“ You know you just had to say stop right?” David pointed out, causing Max to blush a bit.

“Holy shit Max is ticklish to!!” Nikki declared for all to hear as she jumped out of the bushes.

Max jumped back in surprise at being caught before seeing everyone look at him. A few to many excited to hear this news.

“Kill Him!!!” Nikki Cried in a warrior’s call as the chase began.

David watched as the campers ran past him. Smiles and excitement this is what he had hoped to see today. He was so glad this plan had worked out. Then David heard Max’s laughter kick back up and he began to think that maybe this activity could last them the rest of the week at this rate.

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There’s part one, if people like it i’ll add more parts! Feedback welcome!

OMG I LOVE THIS!! It’s honestly perfect!

[artificialqueens]

Love me tender - Part Three (Shalaska/Pearlet), by Lavish

A/N: Look at me submitting a chapter less than a month after the one prior! Here in Brazil it’s still October 1st, which means Halloween season is officially open. It seemed only right to submit Shalaska today. In this we have a glimpse of domestic life with Violet and Matt, beers with Sharon, Alaska letting her guard down, and something unexpected at the end. As always, thank you to those who have been following this fic, who have left feedback here and on my ask box, I love you tons. Xo, Lavish. 

“Vi, come on! It’s about to start!”

Matt’s strong voice echoed throughout the small apartment, making Violet roll her eyes, slightly annoyed, but also smile nevertheless. She had no idea when it became a thing to watch old seasons of Here Comes Honey Boo Boo with Matt, but it was now a sacred ritual for their Saturdays. Violet hurried to pour the contents of two bags of Doritos into a bowl before the opening song ended.

She handed the snacks to her boyfriend before plopping down on the air mattress they used as a couch (and bed, and often times a very convenient eating surface).

“I can’t believe you hit play before I was done picking food to feed your ass and your baby. I hope you are aware this is treason, and for that, you will be punished.”

Violet liked to complain. Simple as that – when she made snarky comments, she would usually be treated better after. It always happened, and that, as well as her true faith in aliens, were universal truths to the young teen.

“Fucking yes I did! And may I remind you it took ages, AGES, for you to simply figure out that you wanted Doritos after I browsed Uber Eats for like 20 minutes? No wonder you have HUGE swollen feet, that’s probably where all your ego went!”

Her boyfriend was the clear exception to the rule. Violet burst into laughter, holding her ever-growing belly, but attempting to swat her hand on his arm for the nerve he had. She pulled Matt’s face and planted a kiss on his nose, feeling his toothy grin graze over her own lips, making his stubble tickle her palm.

“Did you listen, Melon? That’s how your dad talks to your mom. Hopefully you’ll be less of a monster, kid.” Violet stared at her belly, as if she were waiting for an answer, and sighing in frustration when she wasn’t rewarded with any.

Since her third month, after most of her morning sickness had passed and Violet had made peace with the idea that she would get as big (or maybe even bigger, god forbid) as the entire European continent, she had grown very fond of talking to her belly. She’d read somewhere that it was healthy and soothing for the baby to hear their parent’s voice, so she opted not to risk the sanity of the baby and to address it whenever possible. Everyone did it: Violet, Sharon, even Violet’s mom and the lady who drove the bus she usually took to the hospital (Sheila was her name and Violet thought she was lovely, despite her daring habit of consuming approximately 4 donuts during the 10-minute journey). Again, Matt was the only exception. He never talked to Mellon, which was, evidently, a great disappointment. Violet figured it may be painful for him, but she still desperately wanted him to. 

She would never admit it out loud, but sometimes Violet fantasized about having a family with Matt. Having a house with three bedrooms, an ugly minivan, buying her baby clothes and toys, all sorts of mommy duty. She had even made a pact with herself: if she were ever to keep the baby, she would even keep a homelife blog, sharing the experiences of Melon the First. She craved it deeply, Violet was confident that she would be a good mom. Not the best, not a great mom, but an okay mom. And that was precisely the issue: her kid deserved much more than just okay. Her baby wouldn’t sleep on an air mattress. Violet wouldn’t drive a minivan because they were the epitome of ugly and tackiness, and extremely slow for her liking. She looked at Matt, her beloved Matt, wondering how he’d be like as a dad. She was so entertained it took Violet a second to realize he was expecting an answer to a question she hadn’t heard.

“Sorry, I totally spaced out. What did you say, babe?”

“I said I can make you some guac if you’d like, to go with that.” He pointed to the orange snack. “Hopefully it will save me from torture due to the treason of the crown.”

Again, he made her laugh out loud until her entire body was shaking. “No babe, it’s fine. You are forgiven. Let’s just see if Anna will marry that Michael guy.”

“You already know she did, tho.”

“Way to spoil the episode, you dork!” Violet faked rage, and tossed herself baby-bump-first over the giggling body of her boyfriend. In no time, they were having a tickling battle, both too invested in each other to notice the drama happening on-screen.

And maybe it was the comfort of the air mattress hugging their tangled figures due to the weight, or maybe the way Matt’s curtains hardly filtered any of the sunlight streaming through the window, but suddenly Matthew’s apartment felt to Violet like a home for their little family. ********** The warm breeze of August swept Alaska’s golden locks over her shoulder, and the edges tingled her sensitive skin. She stared at the empty seat in front of her, as though if she fixated on it long enough, Sharon would materialize. Alaska was fairly early, but she still checked her phone every two minutes to know if 15:00 would arrive any sooner. The last time she looked, her stubborn clock showed a disappointing 14:23.

Lunch with Cory was nice and familiar. Alaska missed him constantly, and despite living in the same city, LA was huge. The chances they would run into each other only decreased day by day, and still their connection was as undeniable as ever. Cory was 3 years younger and about 20 times more reckless than Alaska, but they always got along well – at least, after the karate patches incidents was forgotten. He balanced her seriousness and she lent him the responsibility he often lacked, which provided tons of laughter, some rumors about Cory possibly using heroin, and all of Alaska’s drunk dialing episodes on her first years of dating. Together, they could (respectably) paint the town.

A glimpse of what looked like jet-black hair appeared on Alaska’s line of vision through the window, and her head shot up, trying to find out if it were Sharon. A lean, tall brunette was closing the door of a red pickup truck, double checking the doors before turning around. The distinctive cleft chin and her piercing blue eyes made it undeniably clear it was none other than Sharon, waving discreetly at Alaska before making a beeline to Alaska’s table.

As she approached, the blonde checked her phone once again. 14:27.

“Well, you’re early!” Alaska broke the silence as the other woman arrived at her table, a smile easily spreading across her face. She double checked her outfit, making sure her rosy blouse was in place, and adjusted the bow on the neckline. The white skirt she wore was hidden under the table, but Alaska still straightened it reassuringly.

“Yeah, I was actually hoping to arrive early and calm my nerves before you got here, not gonna lie, but I’m not disappointed at all. You look drop dead gorgeous.”

Alaska watched in awe and chuckled lightly at the emphasis she gave on “dead”. She studied Sharon, contemplating her ensemble. From the styled (yet effortless looking) curls to her dark eyeshadow and the low-neck black dress, it made sense. It only seemed right that Sharon was that sort of grown-up punk kid.

It was an odd pair to look at, undoubtedly. But they made sense, in a way. The way Alaska’s dimples deepened when she smiled looked nice next to Sharon’s gapped front teeth, both giving a little humanity to the otherwise impossibly beautiful duo. Alaska’s breath was taken away. From the husky tone of Sharon’s voice to her milky skin and long fingers, she was amazing.

“Why, thank you! Same to you. Should we order something, or…?” Alaska trailed off, watching as the brunette’s eyes got lost on her face, studying her body language. She couldn’t help but smile, she felt good. It wasn’t invasive staring, it felt personal, intimate even. Alaska wished she would know what was going through Sharon’s mind in that moment.

If she could, she’d find out Sharon was admiring the way the afternoon sun bathed the pale skin of her chest, making the pink shirt draped over the other woman gave her an ethereal look. She’d find Sharon was curious about a tiny scar on her glossed upper lip, wondering what the story behind it would tell about Alaska’s early life. But alas, Alaska wouldn’t know all that. Instead of telling, Sharon opted for a less embarrassing phrase.

“Do you think they’ll serve us a beer right now? I know it’s still afternoon but I’m dying for one.���

“Yeah, sure!” Alaska wasn’t used to early drinking, but then again, she wasn’t used to being spontaneous at all. She looked over her shoulder, catching the waiter’s attention, and placed their order. Turning to Sharon with an inquiring look, she asked: “Soooo, tell me about yourself, Miss Needles… Anything I should be aware of before I trust you with a newborn?”

“I don’t think so, no… Does having live bunnies for breakfast count?” She kept a straight face, but Alaska’s shocked expression cracked her up. The lawyer looked weirdly green, as if she was sick. “I’m just messing with you, gosh! You know what they say: when in doubt, freak them out. You should’ve seen your face tho, it was priceless!” She smacked the table in the midst of a fit of laughter, struggling to even get the words out, the blonde soon following. Sharon was weirdly comfortable being her truest, weirdest self and didn’t get self-conscious at all. She found she was, actually, in her element.

“Literally nobody says that. But despite being close to Satan’s spawn, what else is there to you?” Alaska dove deep into Sharon’s eyes, almost believing that, if she searched long enough, she would peel off every one of the lairs built around Sharon’s impressive personality. She seemed so much more comfortable than she did in the hospital, speaking and gesturing freely.

“Well, I was born in Newton, Iowa. It’s a nice town to grow up until about 15, then it’s just too small of a town. My first teen years were terrible, I felt eyes on me all the time – and trust me, it ain’t nice at all.” She paused, getting a little more serious, and instantly reaching for Alaska’s hand over the table. Just like last time, there was no need for requests or even a flick of the eyes. It was natural. She took it and smiled, encouraging the other to continue. “I moved to Pennsylvania a few years later, then moved again down here. I attended Nursing school back in Penn, and those were the best years of my life. I love my job. I bet looking at me no one would ever guess what I do for a living, but it’s such a personal matter to me. I chose to nurse because there was… I don’t even know how to put it, some sort of emptiness, I guess, inside of me. My loneliness had hit a new level right after I got my diploma, as I’d left family back in Newton, so I clung to the first job I got. It really was fantastic how much it fulfilled me, and now… I guess I’m just ready to welcome a new life into my own. I smoke tho. I hope it’s not a deal breaker.”

Alaska was speechless. Sometime during Sharon’s monologue their waiter had placed two frozen pilsner glasses on their table, filled to the brim with bubbling beer. Without breaking their hand holding, both reached for their drinks. There was a clear syntony between the two, and it made grins split both their faces.

“Should we toast to this?” Alaska said, before taking her first sip. Seeing Sharon eagerly agree, shaking her head up and down, she continued, inclining her glass to meet the brunette’s. “To a very good start to whatever it is will happen between us four. May whatever decision Violet and Matt make the best one for all.”

“And to Melon, may he or she be as alcohol driven as any of their parents – and yes, I’m referencing underage drinking. Sorry ‘bout it.” Sharon completed, a sassy finger wiggling around.

The cold beverage tasted surprisingly good to Alaska, and she smiled languidly. It was so easy to be around Sharon, and all of her personal problems, from Tom to driving to the suburbs and all of the cases piling on her desk seemed so far, as if they weren’t her own.

“Damn Lask, this is too fancy. I usually have mine straight from the can.”

“I usually don’t have any at all! Look at us, having different experiences and fancy-ing it up for our date.” Alaska’s words only made their way to her brain when she registered what she’d said. “I meant meeting. Fuck.”

Sharon waved her hand, telling her off, both of them surrendering to contagious laughter. Alaska’s face still showed flushed, but her smile was genuine.

“Honest mistake. I don’t dress this nice for meetings.” She sighed and took another sip. “ Your turn Lasky, what’s the story here?”

“Well…” She elongated the word, trying to decide where to start. “I’m from Pennsylvania actually, from Erie. I have two brothers and one sister, we’re pretty close. Cory lives here, he’s the one who had lunch with me here earlier. I went to Law School at the University of Pittsburgh, and after I graduated I wanted to have this huge Law Firm and “make a name for myself,” She drew quotation marks in the air, rolling her eyes. To her ears, young Alaska seemed naïve and silly. “So I came down here. Luckily the firm part totally worked, but I should’ve known the part of making a name was a goal shared by basically the entire American population, so not an easy one.”

“I see that in you, I could totally tell you’re an overachiever. It’s not bad, tho. It’s ok to dream big.”

Sharon winked and Alaska felt it again, the fluttering of butterflies in the bottom of her stomach, taking her breath and her speech. All she did was smile, finishing what was left of her beer.

“Well, I guess so. It just seems childish to me from where I stand. I guess at a you-” She was cut off by her own phone ringing. She had almost forgotten she had one, from how invested she had become in their talk. The lit up screen didn’t show any names, or clues, of who was the caller. She let it go to voicemail, resuming her sentence. “Sorry about that. Back to what I was saying, at a young age we want to conquer the world, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, but as you grow up even those perspectives chan-“ 

Once again, her phone blared with an incoming call from an unknown number. 

"Do you mind if I take this? I promise it won’t be long." 

"Sure, take your time, Lasky.” Sharon smiled, and Alaska detected honesty in her eyes. She was more than surprised that this was going so well. "Hello, is this Misses Langster?“

Alaska frowned, taking a second to recognize her husband’s last name, which she had gladly taken, but never really used.

"Yes, this is she.” Still oblivious, she turned to Sharon, basking on the way her full lips stretched when she smiled. It was the most beautiful one she’d ever seen.

“I’m calling from the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. There’s been an accident.”