#tame asks

[t4m3-simp]

YES I'M CENTURIES LATE BUT

Can I still get some fun Tickle facts?? (Idk what exactly to ask about so just gimme anything ^_^)

OH MY GOD NOBODY MOVE, OKAY

So, first i must say, she can't really talk, even tho she's five and at that time kids are usually really talkative 😭 after she entered the circus she forgot how to talk, since in her digital form she physically is able to do so only when someone pulls the string on her back (smth like those talking toys) and well- no one really does that.

She would most likely never abstract because she's still too young to understand whats happening. She loves the funny colors and shapes everywhere too!

She teleported into the circus short before Pomni, but she's been there long enough for everyone to know her a bit. Her first day was the others freaking TF OUT because, well, no one this young never entered yet, while she just. Sat there and giggled.

As much as her emotions are really undeveloped she isn't really fond of Jax. Maybe it's because he use her like stress toys??

Oh, and her body squeaks

I said it before somewhere, but she's like. You know those sacks filled with beans

These things. Thats how her body feel like, but her hands and face are wooden :3

Tickle loves to climb people like mountains!! She's a brave girl

She sleeps in Ragatha's room, but she can squeeze under doors, so one day she's at Ragathas and the next day they find her in the main hall, playing with ball thats twice her size.

She also sees Kinger as a bit of father figure?? He reminds her of someone she doesnt really remember. She also likes Ragatha but who doesnt like Ragatha tbh 😭

She was kicked or stepped on by accident too many times, but she don't mind at all!

The gloinks kinda just. Kidnapped her one day and she spent the whole time inside the hole with Gloink queen playing cards (i need to be held hostage)

And just for you, my dear, she would ADORE your character Rhymey!! Silly man!! Silly man shows me pretty drawings!!!

TINY BABY RAAAGHHGHH

Im editing this third time sorry if you get all the notifs

[fraseris]

i don't pay attention to youtuber beef but everybody invested in the tommyinnit logan paul drama NEEDS to watch the time that tommy was on logan paul's podcast in 2021 and spent the entire time making jokes with barely disguised disdain for him

[noodles-and-tea]

since you posted that art of s1 curly hair merlin i just can't stop picturing court sorcerer merlin all done up with his fancy clothes and his hair still a mess oh my god

Something about taking the manservant out of the sorcerer….

[doginacafe]

There's something deeply fucking wrong with you for having a gay character turn bi, especially after all the shit you wrote earlier. I hope you die screaming and alone, you fucking miserable, worthless, degenerate piece of shit. Absolutely nauseating. People like you are the worst possible part of the queer community and I wish I could kill you myself.

Fuck off.

first tumblr hatemail!! does this mean ive officially made it you guys

[nikinikori]

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, [...] We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

— Maester Aemon Targaryen: "Game of Thrones"

[hinamie]

for @cherryys who (rightfully!) hcs lategame megumi as having a bunch of scars befitting his status as resident punching bag

[ohbunnyx]

Subs who think it’s funny to tease you in public but then cry the second they’re getting overstimulated

“Oh but this is what you wanted, isn’t it? Stop complaining puppy you know you love getting fucked stupid”

.

[sturn777]

ceo!chris asks you to stay after a meeting . | ( female!reader ) wc : 1.2k ( masterlist ) + ( part one )

lana's note : since some of u guys wanted a pt 2 🤍.

the conference room hums with quiet conversation as you step in, documents balanced neatly in your arms. your heels click against the polished floor, drawing a few curious glances, but you keep your focus ahead, eyes locked on the head of the table.

there he is— christopher sturniolo. even in a room full of executives, he commands attention. his tie is loose, the top button of his shirt undone, and he leans back in his chair with the kind of casual authority that only someone like him can pull off.

“you’re late,” he murmurs as you take your seat beside him. “i’m not,” you counter smoothly, setting the documents in front of him. his eyes flick to yours, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “close enough.”

the meeting begins, a blur of projections, budgets, and plans you barely process because you’re hyperaware of him beside you. his presence is magnetic, every subtle movement drawing your attention. he taps his pen lazily against the table, his long fingers a constant distraction.

“thoughts?” one of the team members directs toward christopher, pulling you back to the conversation. he straightens, speaking with an ease that’s both intimidating and infuriating. “cut the fluff. focus on what’s actionable. we don’t need to overcomplicate this.”

his tone is all business, but under the table, his hand brushes against your thigh.

you stiffen, your pen faltering mid-note, but he doesn’t react—at least not outwardly. his expression remains neutral, his voice steady as he continues to address the team. his fingers linger, light and deliberate, sending a rush of heat through you.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye, but he doesn’t look your way, as if he’s entirely unaware of the effect he’s having on you.

“any further input?” he asks the room, his tone calm, collected.

you cross your legs in an attempt to break the contact, but his hand moves with you, his touch bolder now, tracing slow, maddening circles.

“none,” someone replies, and the meeting wraps up quickly after that. people file out, leaving you alone with him in the quiet conference room. you stand abruptly, gathering your things, but his voice stops you.

“stay.”

it’s not a request.

you glance at him, your heart pounding as he leans back in his chair, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“you did well,” he says, his tone measured.

you nod softly, muttering a small thank you as your manicured fingers grip the table, in an attempt to steady yourself. he stands slowly, closing the space between you in a few steps. he stops in front of you, his gaze sharp, assessing.

“but you were distracted,” he murmurs, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse race.

“i wasn’t—”

“don’t lie,” he interrupts, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “you felt it.”

your breath catches, but you hold his gaze, refusing to back down. “and if i did?”

his smirk deepens, and he steps closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. “then we have a problem, don’t we?”

you’re not sure who moves first, but suddenly his lips are on yours, and the tension that’s been building between you snaps like a rubber band. his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kisses you—rough, demanding, and entirely consuming.

your back hits the table, scattering the neatly stacked documents, but you barely notice. his hands are everywhere, sliding up your thighs, tugging at the hem of your skirt.

“this is insane,” you manage between kisses, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

“probably,” he agrees, his voice low and raspy.

he lifts you onto the table, stepping between your legs as his lips trail down your neck. your head tilts back, a soft moan escaping your lips as his teeth graze your collarbone.

his hand slides under your skirt, pushing the fabric higher, and you arch into him, your body responding to every touch, every kiss.

“say it,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath hot and unsteady. “say what?” you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. “my name.”

“christopher,” you whisper, the word barely audible, but it’s enough to make him groan, his grip on you tightening. he moves with a confidence that leaves you breathless, his hands and lips working in tandem to unravel you completely. every kiss, every touch, every whispered word pulls you deeper into him, until nothing else exists but the two of you.

when it’s over, the room is silent save for your labored breaths. he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“you’re trouble,” he murmurs, his voice laced with amusement.

“so are you,” you reply, your lips brushing his as you speak.

he laughs softly, stepping back just enough to let you breathe, but his hands remain on your hips, anchoring you to him.

“welcome to the job,” he teases, his tone light but his eyes glistening with something dangerous. and that's when you know — this was only the beginning.

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[t4m3-simp]

Hi I really love n adore Tickles !! Do you think they'll be friends with my animal Ocs I made based on my plushies?

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! AND LOOK AT THOSE GENTLEMEN!!

Of course they would be friends

[qualityrain]

shes my collar (i’m the one that put it there)

[rottiens]

The other day I saw that panel again about Toji sleeping around because he needs a roof over his head somehow, and I'm just gonna put this out there, that I'd easily be one of those delusional women who would try to make him fall in love with me. Hell, I'd even try to be his sugar momma/babe with my minimum wage job, lmao

this made me scream lol, sorry but same. i think i could make him change and you know what...in my little head i think it is possible. 

i think he would be reluctant at first, like a stray cat you have to tame. one that pulls back when you try to pet him but slowly gives in as you show him that you are not going to hurt him. 

the first time he sleeps over he makes it clear that it doesn't mean anything, he has a pout and a wrinkled nose, dirty shirt from the drizzle that fell earlier and a band aid you placed on his cheek. even though toji's rules are clear, sex only, you wake up in the middle of the night with his arms wrapped around you, tied around your waist like a knot that you can't get rid of. 

he smells like home, like you. like the detergent you used to wash his clothes, like the shampoo he took without your permission to wash his hair and you can't help but cling to him more in search of that warmth.

the next week he gets trapped in your house when he is putting on his tight shirt and heading out. torrential rains pelted the city, preventing him from seeing the road, so you forced him to watch your favorite show on the couch with treats you had at home and a warm blanket over his legs. 

"we're not a couple," the semi-domesticated cat reminds you with a growl. 

two months later and toji doesn't want to get out of your bed after you have sex, hugs you, snuggles you and refuses to let you out of his grip when you demand that you have to go to work. toji stays in the mornings after breakfast and accepts when you invite him to lunch on your off time.  

"we're not a couple," he reminds you as you put the face mask on him and you can't help but laugh. you have his shirt on and he's in your bathroom half naked with one of your headbands holding his hair back to let you see his face better. 

you help him shave, he rewards you by massaging your back, your feet, fucking you slow and soft in prone bone. toji claims he's not your boyfriend, but slowly the line becomes blurred the day he arrives with a box in his hands with his belongings and doesn't leave again the next day… or the other. 

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[chiprewington]

There comes times where other toons break in, assume Perry's being held captive, and attempt to fight the big bad Chainsaw Consultant in order to "free" em. In the event of this, Perry usually portholes away back to the playground, and at first would wait until the following day to come back.

Eventually, this turned into coming back in once the coast was clear and there was no longer any revving behind closed doors.

When that first happened, eir efforts to offer help- extending a gloved hand to clean off the smears of frosting, or just help tidy the office, ey were immediately met with the sole command to leave.

No eye contact was made.

Ey complied.

It'll be better, tomorrow.

[marsmarbles]

oh please dont draw more sausage and mog kissing * 👀 vine boom* that would be awful to see more old man yaoi * 👀vine boom* please dont draw them making out, that would be the worse thing in the world 👀

Awghhhh fuck my hand slipped,,,,

[berryicet]

👉👈

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May we hab more KingCho birds?

-KingCho Anon

Anon I'm gonna b honest, I didn't get the ship at first but I think it's starting to grow on me now

I think their whole schthing starts because King invites Cho over for dinner one day like "he's that Orange kid's friend or brother or something right? Might as well get to know him n stuff" and serves him some good homemade soup and Cho, who basically lived off of cheap instant noodles and half expired food, instantly falls in love with it

After that Cho just starts barging in to his house every evening and (politely) demands more food

It's not very nice to just show up to some guy's house demanding he give you his dinner, but Cho is an asocial weirdo who doesn't care about manners

King usually forgets to make food for himself unless someone else is over, and now he's got Cho showing up every day to eat. So he's doing both of them good (somewhat)

One day he makes a salad with walnuts in it and Cho ends up picking and eating all the walnuts and leaving everything else, so now King keeps a big bowl of walnuts on his table

[dellovestorant]

What. a. fucking. idiotic. question.