#thank you truly anon!

[giggly-squiggily]

Squiggly! My favourite writer on his platform, how are you?😁. It's me, the anon that requested that lee! Douma drabble for the headcanons to drabble game. Thanks for that, by the way, it came out amazing! Seeing that headcanons are open, could you please consider doing some Flustered! Lee! Enmu Headcanons? There's practically no tickle content for our favourite train-obsessed demon😭

Hey anon! I'm so late to replying to this 😅 Thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it! :D I've gotcha covered!

-Let's get one thing clear about our dreamer: They cannot take what they dish out. Not at ALL. Teases, cooing and air tickles? All things Enmu gladly performs but the second you turn them on them, they ✨ decease ✨

-Babe's hips don't lie when it comes to tickling; poke them there or even threaten to and Enmu will fold like a lawn chair, hands up and giggling like nobody's business. Akaza finds this especially helpful when Enmu's rambling on and being Douma-levels of annoying. All he has to do is tap his his own hip and curl his fingers and Enmu's shivering in giggly anticipation.

-Get's SUPER red when teased during tickles. I'm talking the color of Douma's shirt, that's how red they get! Also someone who covers their face alot when tickled- their hands are just as bad as their hips so any attempts to fight back or block out their attacker means their hands are up for grabs. "Oh, does someone have ticklish hands? Do they?" "What's wrong- I thought you said you were only ticklish in your dreams?" "Come on Enmu, don't hide your face! Give me a smile~" Anything like that and Enmu's putty in your hands.

-The type to get flustered by their own dreams! Once Enmu jokingly made a tickle dream scenario and wanted to test it before they let it loose on Rui or Gyutaro. They made it like- five seconds? Before they woke up flushed and giggly, unable to look at anyone or anything for a good while. They used their newly developed dream on Rui not long after.

-If you call their laugh cute or pretty or anything nice they will whine like my beagle. It's not that those comments make them uncomfortable- on the contrary they love to hear it! It's just it's so RARE that when they do it's an instant fluster and Emnu's a mess. They will love you forever if you tell them that though and mean it. Expect lots of good dreams coming your way.

Thanks for reading!

[stuckinapril]

Imagining if I was this age during the Iraqi war and I had to watch losers on tumblr call the genocide that is actively happening at the hand of the us “foreign affairs that they can’t do anything about” and then I had to convince people to spare pocket change so my people could escape mass slaughter and then some chronically online tumblr user sent me an ask that was like “guilt tripping people into caring won’t get you far” as if caring for people who’re dying isn’t literally part of being alive and you shouldn’t be persuaded into it in the first place

[charmac]

I unlocked my phone for Charlie to take the selfie with us and this was his reaction to seeing my home screen wallpaper

(the wallpaper by @macdenlover)

[spicykellybear]

your ability to immaculately render beautiful hairy man tits will see you remembered as one of the greatest artists of our era

LMFAO OMG thank you, anon!! This made me laugh so much when I first saw it earlier today! I hope to keep improving at this important craft. Here's a doodle of the man whose fat, hairy tits I draw the most!

[jeeaark]

If Greygold was a companion, what would be the best way to initiate a romance with them? Would they go for the “L” word early or an Act or two later?

The "L" word was lube, right? Right? Else showering Durge/Tav with kisses Gomez-Addams-Style is the alternative.

Maybe the Nat 20 romance isn't the best way for Tav/Durge, but it sure is for Greygold. You just know Greygold scared that Dream Guardian away the first time and has been low-key obsessed with that armor since

[somegrumpynerd]

Would Dream gift Nightmare a t-shirt that says "I'm not the step-father, I'm the father that STEPPED UP" Post truce au?

OH HELL YEAH HE WOULD

We love to see Dream continuing to live his annoying brother dreams lol

What's really funny is I was thinking about something like this a few weeks ago and then forgot, but I was thinking he would have to change the words since stepdad doesn't really fit Nightmare's situation and...

(In case it's hard to read, the shirt says "I'm not the stepdad I'm the guy that kidnapped all these people")

[soracities]

I have been thirty for a few months. I never thought I'd make it, truly. I had no plans beyond twenty. I'm a high school drop out with various disabilities, I'm not conventionally 'attractive', I've never had many friends and my support network has failed me several times. And the idea of making plans, after a trail of failures and let-downs (both of myself and others), only filled me with dread. I have to take care of so much. I have my blessings, of course, but not without my own troubles. I have never been on a date, I've never been kissed even though I do want that. I've had to make the decision between bills and feeding myself. I've watched everyone around me fade away or leave. This, however, will pass. This time, in ten years, I'll have been forty for a few months. In twenty, I'll be fifty. And I can see myself being those ages. This year, I planted flowers for the first time and I've watched them grow. I've started reading after years of being told I am too stupid to understand things or that having joys won't make me successful. I've made new friends. I even repaired the strained relationship with my parents, something I never thought I'd be able to do. My life isn't going to be plastered on a big screen or be a bestseller but I don't need it to be. If I never marry or I die alone with no one, I don't think I'll regret it because I'll have myself. My thirties, I realize, are my gift to myself to know love and be loved by myself. Like I ... was the one who grew those flowers that made me happy because I know flowers make me happy, I chose to read the books I love because I know that they will make me happy, I choose to find my little joys instead of the joys others have expected of me. I'll get myself to forty, fifty, maybe even a hundred! I'll continue to give myself little joys because right now that is what is making me happy. That may change at forty! At fifty, a hundred, I don't know! I believe, however, I would like to find out ... and that is something I never would have said at twenty. I don't know if I will make it because as my farmer of a grandfather would say, "You have no idea what a year will bring." And you don't, there is no way to predict what the year, the month, or even tomorrow will bring, but you plant the seeds anyway. You plant them and take care of them as though you know they get to full ripeness and harvest. That process, I've learned for myself, is how I've found love. I just plant the seed today. I may or may not have flowers tomorrow but knowing that I may is enough for me to want to see.

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[luminique]

HEAR ME OUT, one sided love?? Imagine s/o doesn’t like lighter back, being oblivious about lighters feeling and only see lighter as a friend meanwhile lighter is so MADLY in love with them and is aware of s/o not liking him back but he can’t help it because you’re the only one that makes him feel this way even if his feelings aren’t reciprocated… they’re so doomed think about the potential angst!! 🫤

lighter isn’t perfect. his body is littered in scars of his past, his actions are solutions to mistakes he had made before. to say that he deserved something as rewarding as love didn’t sound right to him, but oh, would it feel right if it was from you.

it was definitely not an immediate fall, rather it was slower like starting a fire. you bring the materials you require, some wood and a starter. it’s difficult to get a fire going, even he knows that with his lighter in hand. his hand gets warmer the longer the flame is out but it doesn’t compare to the accidental grazes of your hand against his gloved ones.

he had poked you once with the spikes on his gloves. the look on your face when you brought your hand up to rub it while you apologized for it. why were you apologizing? every soft “sorry” that came out of your mouth was like sprinkling water onto the fire. best to get fresh firewood so that it doesn’t go out.

ensuring that the fire is a consistent flame is also important to prevent accidents. accidents like playfully taking off his sunglasses and putting it on yourself while imitating him. somehow, that didn’t cause the fire to go out, in fact, it made it burn even brighter than before. the redness on his face when he watched you was comparable to the orange and red hues of a fire.

he stayed close to the fire, close to you. feeling the warmth of love on his skin, finding it calming but also terrifying. it doesn’t rain often in the outer ring but that doesn’t stop him from worrying that it would all of a sudden. so he lies awake at night, thinking about all of the possibilities, the what ifs and its outcomes.

he thought he had considered everything. from keeping the fire from going out, to ensuring it was a stable flame, to tending it slowly and carefully. what he didn’t consider was getting too close to the fire, burning through what he thought was tough skin.

he was too focused on trying to maintain a certain personality, not quite showing his interest in you. so when caesar was talking to you about her love stories while everyone was hanging around the bar, his heart rate increased. just like how consuming alcohol affects one’s mental and physical state, so does it affect a fire. maybe someone poured his drink into the flames as he watched it burn even brighter than before, making him eavesdrop on your conversation.

but a large flame meant a higher possibility of getting burnt, and soon he saw the burn marks on his skin. as you continued to talk with caesar, the longer he let the fire burn him. how you had said that real love wasn’t like the stories, how you seemed disinterested in romance, how you had believed that no one was interested in you. at that moment, he ended up getting more drinks from burnice, hoping it would soothe the roaring flames within him. he drank so much and fell asleep to the soft crackling of the fire, your voice acting as background noise.

he woke up to the coldness of the bar counter pressing on his cheek. the fire had been put out by you when you tapped on his shoulder. the memories of last night flooding into his mind like water. maybe it was all some nightmare and you did like him back, but the sudden coolness of your touch made him realize the reality of it all.

you didn’t like him, and not because he did anything wrong but because he didn’t do anything in your eyes. you were feeding the fire in his heart and he mistook that fire for your heart too. he sat up straight, took one look at you and shook his head. you still cared for him, came with water and woke him up gently. he never intended to get so severely injured because of his own growing feelings for you.

his own feelings, you didn’t even know he had any for you. the pile of ashes, you both stared at it and yet only he knew that fire existed. the flames had misled him, danced around his heart that craved for you, that only asked for you as its fuel. now all he can do was sit next to what was once a big fire, feeling the cold on his skin despite the layers. no warmth left, no light left, no love left.

[re-colligere]

LMFAOOOOO YES EMBARRASSMENT HAS ALL THE RIZZ!!!! ITS BIG BOY SEASON!!!!!!

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS A BIG BOY APPRECIATION SPACE!!!!!!!!!!!!! we love to see it

[hyolks]

idk if you still care about tpn BUT! your art for it is sooo good. and your art in general is so lovely. it makes me really happy :D i hope you have a wonderful day whenever you read this!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I MISS THESE GUYS SO BAD.... the halcyon days,.....

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Do you think Gojo or Nobara would be angry if you decided to distance yourself from them because they can't reciprocate your feelings?

ANONNNN 🥺🥺 tysm for indulging me on this topic….. i’m extremely abnormal about them…….

i think nobara would be kinda pissed. very pissed. she’s just frustrated about the whole ordeal :((( she’s frustrated with you and your feelings and she’s frustrated with herself and her lack of those feelings . most of all, she’s frustrated that you’re pulling away from her like this!! she treasures you so sincerely and she just . doesn’t want to lose you. unlike gojo she’ll do the emotionally mature thing and confront you one way or another — it might not exactly fix things, but she makes sure that the two of you leave no words unsaid. you’re her friend and she loves you. she just wants to see you smile, and it breaks her heart to know that she’s the reason you aren’t.

gojo though… i don’t think he’d be angry. because he gets it. he’s emotionally mature in a much colder way than nobara is — mature in the sense that he’s accepted your feelings, accepted his lack of those feelings, and accepted the fact that things won’t be the same after he rejects you. i think it hurts him a bit (because he really does care for you!!), but only a little bit, because he’s just. so good at isolating himself from his own negative emotions. he’s still friendly with you, still very much wants things to be the same as always — but he understands and accepts that things aren’t that simple. he won’t force you to be a part of his life, but he’s not going to stop smiling whenever your eyes meet either.

[mediumtires]

How do you think your Christian and Toto would be seen/treated by the press? I know in 7 Years you mentioned that after the outing they were hunted (knowing the British press this is very realistic)

This was actually so fun to think about that it inspired me to put words down in a little notes doc. 🙂

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They’re not seen much anymore. Spotting them out in public, together nonetheless, has become a rare occurrence. It’s instant money.

That week in November, the paps cash in big time.

First, there’s Monaco. They’re rarely ever seen in Monaco anymore, and then that week, on a random Monday afternoon, they step out of the Hotel de Paris together, shoulders brushing, and it’s pure gold. They have to wait for their car - a bloody AMG ONE - and they stand outside chatting with another couple for at least three minutes, laughing, touching. Talking, looking at each other. That’s the stuff that brings the money. When the car pulls up, they have a brief friendly tussle over the keys. Toto wins. Christian climbs into the passenger seat, and when the car pulls away, they get a clear shot of his hand on Toto’s thigh.

That same day, they get more shots of them in the evening, and again - pure cash. The jacket Toto was wearing that afternoon is now on Christian. They’re holding hands. Unlike before, they’re most likely unaware that they got caught. Where they were keeping things fairly lowkey in the morning, a somewhat professional air to them, that night they’re unfiltered and easy in their intimacy. There’s a brief kiss Toto smothers to the side of Christian’s face that has him pull away laughing. It’s hard to capture their emotion and connection properly, but then again, it translates pretty easily into solid cash.

Spotting them once out and about is pretty decent money already. But then it’s the Vegas Grand Prix, and they’re suddenly walking the paddock together on a Wednesday night and Toto gives the cameras a cheeky “Viva Las Vegas” with a wink and a smirk, all while Christian is laughing at him from the side, one hand grabbing for him to pull him along. The cash is in the small moment where their hands intertwine and lock together and the cameras are getting HQ front row access to exactly what the people want to see.

The next day, they get a bunch of good shots of Christian Horner outside the Mercedes motorhome, smiling wide with the silver star in the background. Cha-ching. Later that day they’re seen having lunch together. They leave the track together, get in a car together. Some lucky bastard finds out which hotel they’re staying at and gets a few good shots of them, hand in hand, getting out of the car and walking inside.

It goes on like this the entire weekend. There was nothing from them for months, and then suddenly it’s like a flip switches and they’re spotted so much that the prices actually start to go down. Not by much, but by enough.

And then the unthinkable happens. A bunch of them catch them on Sunday night, when the race is already done and dusted and the crews are packing up, behind one of the motorhomes, kissing. And not just a quick peck goodbye before they leave for the airport. They’re full on making out. Hand on arse and everything. It’s a fucking goldmine.

Suspicious but who cares. People like them, they don’t just go from never being seen to making out in plain sight. People like Toto and Christian, they have entire staffs behind them, making sure this sort of thing doesn’t happen. Especially given the unfortunate incident that one time in Singapore. So it’s suspicious. But again, who cares when all of them can already hear the cash rolling in. With stuff like this, it doesn’t matter whether it’s fabricated or not. What matters is that the people want to see inside; they want glimpses of what happens behind the scenes, behind the carefully illustrated facades. They want to be part of that special kind of intimacy, the kind that’s between two people and no one else. Wanting to be part of it is what makes them pay, what makes them buy cheap magazines and subscribe online. They want to see whether it’s real, what’s real about it, what’s true, they want to be the judge of it.

And if Christian Horner gives them the finger when they’re done, claps Toto Wolff’s arse on the way back, what’s that to them. They’re getting fucking paid for it.

[i-like-forcefem]

Your writing leaves me feeling so squishy and tingly. It brings back the memory of a friend of mine who once joked about dressing me up, doing my makeup, and painting my nails. She was really insistent but I laughed it off at the time and she backed off. But I remember the butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounding like "is this actually happening?" Reading your posts gives me the same feeling. And...is this jealousy I feel? Regret? Disappointment that somebody hasn't tried to forcefem me since?

It's probably nothing, right?

It’s definitely nothing to worry about dear!

And I’m so absolutely flattered that my posts make you feel that way! Now come here so we can see what nail polish looks best on you!!!

[jeeaark]

I absolutely love how small you make Astarion’s face it’s feels like it really heightens all his reactions

This is how I'm gonna draw Astarion from now on

[soracities]

To the anon who shared her experience after turning 32. I'm in my early 30s and still not married, haven't been able to graduate from university and working but not even sure if I'll be able to work in that job for a very long time. I still live with my parents and my mother urges me to marry someone. I think we all move forward in different ways and different time lines. There's no specific time to experience the events of life. Even though I feel pressured in every aspect of my life, I'm glad to know what I want in life, and I don't see myself as a failure. I hope you take time for yourself and don't feel pressured.

!!!

[turnipoddity]

Spreading my legs for your Lawrence art

oh my stars….