#thanks to this tickle thing

[otomiyaa]

Oh this turn of events!

[tklsh-love]

cranberry won, and I’m a woman of my word~

[pink-tk-a-latte]

if you could sit in a barrel, maybe

[sfw tickle fic!! possible claustrophobia. lee!venti, ler!lumine]

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“Well… this is troublesome.”

Lumine hissed as she squeezed Venti closer to her. “You’re the one who got us here.” Venti laughed, breathless as the Traveler choked him.

The wooden walls of the barrel did nothing to muffle the heavy footsteps shaking the tavern floor. Lumine’s ears could pick up the clinking of chains on the suit of the tavernkeeper (Diluc, because of course it was Diluc). The air was stuffy, it smelled sour, and, as hard as she blinked, Lumine could see nothing but darkness and the not-even-guilty outline of Venti’s face squished against his braids.

“Aw, don’t be mad, my dear. I just wanted some birthday wine! However could we celebrate without wine?” Venti whispered pitifully, head cradled in Lumine’s lap. His feet scuffed on the side of the barrel — she felt her lungs still.

Every noise was like a firecracker in this suffocating, pitch-black space. At each incensed footfall outside and each too-sharp breath or shuffle within the curved planks, Lumine’s arms stiffened around the bard in her hold. If only I could be silent enough for the both of us.

Venti kicked his leg again, twitching with excited energy. Lumine’s heart rocketed. The steps on the floorboards had stopped. She stuck her hands under Venti’s arms and tugged him close.

Then his entire body flinched, a squeak shooting out of his mouth. Lumine clenched her teeth as the barrel shook.

“Venti!”

“Sorry!” Venti wriggled as much as he could, the tiniest wispy giggles sprouting from his lips. “Wahaha— Your hahands!”

Lumine sighed. A twitchy smile pulled at her cheeks. “Oh, Ven. Just try to be quiet.”

Mute, Lumine scribbled under Venti’s arms. She chuckled softly at his nervous choke.

“Lu- Luhumihine! AHaha- NaHAhat now! Stop t- tihihi— Stahap thahahat!”

“What? Tickling you?” Lumine grinned as Venti quivered and whined in a flustered flurry. She dragged her fingers between his upper ribs, teasing at the edge of his dancing corset.

“EHee yehehehes! Stop tihihicklihing!”

“Stop being so ticklish then.” In this moment of warmth and giddy suspense, Lumine forgot all need for stealth. There was something thrilling about breaking the rules, toeing the line and trying not to get caught.

Lumine traced the hems of Venti’s dress shirt, scratching up his forearms and around his underarms. Hysterical, he squealed into her clothes and squirmed. Lumine could feel the vibrations of his lyre-sweet laughter running through her abdomen (and she tried to pretend it didn’t affect her in a giggly way at all).

“EEHE! Dihiluhuhuc will hehehehear!” Venti pleaded. “He’ll be sohoho mahaHAhad!”

Now you’re worried? “Well, maybe you deserve it.” With a huff, Lumine patted down his torso, searching for his hips. “This was all your idea anyway, you little wiggleworm.” Ah, bingo. She slipped her fingers into the hole in Venti’s shorts, tracing circles into soft, sensitive skin where his shirt had ridden up.

All the while, Venti was gnawing on his braids to muffle himself, a wail leaping from the back of his throat when she made it to his hips. He’d jerked so far forward that Lumine had sunk farther onto her back somehow, and Venti was now crushing her chest.

“LUHUmihihi pleheheHEASE! Nah nohohot thehehere! I cahahan’t, Ihihi’m—!” Desperately, Venti twisted his hips and shook his head, braids whipping about, glowing. Oh, they were glowing a lot, actually. Almost as if—

The barrel exploded.

Lumine lay surrounded by the splintered remains of their hiding spot — unharmed, but winded (ha) by the burst of Anemo. Venti was collapsed on her chest, where he panted and rubbed at his apple-red cheeks.

Grimacing as her legs twinged with pins and needles, Lumine propped Venti up by his shoulders to examine his face. “You okay?” she asked, still supine on the floor.

Venti nodded, loopy. “Only hurt that you would be so mean to me. And on my birthday?” He pouted and almost tumbled onto her again.

A snicker broke out of Lumine’s chest. Then it snowballed into bubbling laughter that shook her entire torso. Venti too succumbed to mirthful stitches, equally exhilarated from the high of misbehavior.

“Happy birthday to you.” Lumine giggled and patted Venti’s cheek. He met her with a wide, joyous smile.

“Happy birthday indeed, bard,” came a new, much deeper, much more intimidating voice.

Venti and Lumine looked up at the looming shadow, red hair, dark suit, crossed arms and all. Blazing eyes twisted in irritation burned through them.

It seemed Diluc had discovered the mess they’d created.

And they never even made it to the wine…

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENTI!!!!! 🍏 You’re finally home for your bday pictures after evading my pulls for three years <333

[randommusicalfluff]

LEE!HUSK AND LER!NIFTY 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ (if you want)

YES YES YES WHY WOULD I E V E R SAY NO OMG

[gale-force-storm]

You know, I think my favorite thing about Gale's whole "watching you in battle makes me horny" scene is like. He's not wrong. A brush with danger does in fact increase one's desire for "other forms of stimulation". Studies have shown that being in situations that cause a rush of adrenaline, be that going on a roller coaster, seeing a scary movie, walking across a swinging suspension bridge, or something else, increase feelings of attraction. It's literally a Known Thing that adventurous stuff is great to do on a date because it will most likely make you more into each other.

Idk, I just love that his come-on is not only extremely nerdy, but also scientifically accurate. Feels correct and I'm glad they did it lol

[cloudysfluffs]

I love the way you drew Sam and Max in your art style! I hope you do more tk art of them (no pressure though draw what you want)

there is nothing id rather draw for you anon!!!! i LOVE making art of these two <3333333333

(dont worry, sam's got a sneaky way of escaping)

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[giggly-squiggily]

She Likes You! (Black Clover)

We're at it again- WHOOO! :D

Heyo everyone! This is part two of a collab I'm doing with the amazing @intheticklecloset We decided to embrace our shippy selves and our love of Black Clover to bring y'all some confessional tickles! (or in my case; realization ones lols)

💖💖💖For Nym's Part💖💖💖

Summary: Yuno does some thinking after Asta helped him realize his feelings for the Leopold. Maybe he can help him realize the ones from a certain water mage in return?

“Don't you think I’d notice if someone had feelings for me?

Yuno was still rather shocked by such a statement. The delivery was matter of fact too- like Asta truly believed in what he was saying. He was either convinced or obtuse- or both. Asta could be both.

The wind mage leaned back against the grassy hill, arms behind his head as he played back the other day’s events over and over again. It was a good conversation, and much has happened since. All good things really.

So why was he so hung up on the comment? Did it really matter in the long run?

His focus switched back to Asta and his teammate- Noelle was her name, right?-leaving. He remembered how she looked at him when he wasn’t paying attention, the warmth that spread across her cheeks and the softness in her eyes showing her true feelings for the smaller mage. When he did look at her, she’d hide it quickly- trying for disinterest with little success.

‘Is that how I looked with Leo?’ The thought hit him like a tornado, making everything come together. That was it- that same hopelessly in love expression that girl wore with Asta. She felt for him how he felt for Leopold.

Somehow, the thought made him rather sad. Yuno hadn’t realized it before, but he was starting to empathize with her situation. Being in love with someone who you don’t even know likes you back.

At least, that was his own predicament until recently.

“Hey.” A finger poked his forehead, making him open his eyes. Green irises looked down at him, framed by vibrant hair. He looked upside down from his position, but his smile was as bright as the sun. “There you are. Whatcha thinking about, wind chime?”

“I told you to call me Yuno.” He huffed with a small blush as the redhead somersaulted beside him, getting comfortable. He didn’t know what changed, but one day-Leopold approached him with his heart in his hands, declaring his feelings in that special Vermillion way of his. They’ve been keeping things on the downlow since, but Yuno couldn’t be happier. “I’m just thinking about Asta. That girl really likes him, huh?”

“Noelle? Oh man- she’s crazy about him!” Leopold nodded excitedly, scooting close to him and resting his head against his chest. “Anytime anyone brings up his name she perks up, but if you ask her directly she’ll try to drown you. It’s cute.” He grinned, his smile faltering some. “Still, I’m worried about her. What if Asta breaks her heart?”

“He won’t.” Yuno replied automatically, perhaps a touch too hard. Leopold only chuckled in response, patting his chest.

“I know he won’t. Not intentionally. I just don’t think he quite gets she’s into him yet.” Leopold mused, playing with the tufts of Yuno’s Golden Dawn uniform. “Granted, I was pretty dense myself until my siblings asked me if I liked you. After that, it was like someone cleared all the fog in my brain.” He grinned up at Yuno, eyes soft. “I know it’s not a perfect solution, but sometimes you just need somebody to come over and hit you with an obvious truth for things to click.”

Yuno had been nodding along listening to him, but that last part struck a chord.

Of course..why didn’t he think of that sooner?

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” Yuno told him, taking Leopold’s chin in his hand as he kissed him quick. The redhead was beaming when they pulled away. “Completely brilliant.”

“Hmm, tell me again without words, yeah?” The redhead grinned as Yuno kissed him again and again.

His plan would have to wait until later it seems.

~~~

“Noelle likes you.”

There- he said it! Since his time with Leopold, Yuno had been debating on how to approach the subject matter. Should he do what Asta did and teasingly lean into it? Ask questions that would eventually lead to his friend coming to the realization himself?

In the end, the second they met up once again to hang out- it just came out like that. His version of a greeting.

“Huh?” Asta blinked, staring. “..huh?”

Okay- maybe should have started with the greeting. “Hey, what’s up? Noelle likes you.” Nailed it! He watched, waiting for Asta to process the information.

“Well, yeah- I know that.” Asta smiled, nodding. “We’re friends, afterall!”

Yuno blinked, then he closed his eyes, seeking patience. “No, I mean- she likes you.”

“Yeah…I know?” Asta waved his hands before him, puzzled. “I think she likes everyone in the Black Bulls though. Especially Vanessa and Grey, but their all girls so it makes sense-”

“Asta.” Yuno tried to keep the exasperation out of his voice as he grabbed his friend’s shoulders. “She likes you. Like how I…really like Leo.” The confession wasn’t new, but it still made Yuno’s cheeks warm.

Finally, Asta seemed to get it. “Oh? Oh! Oh…nah, there’s no way! No way at all- she doesn’t like me like that.” Asta laughed as he took a step back. “I already told you, I’d-

“Yes, you’d notice if someone had feelings for you, you’ve said that before.” Yuno gave up on hiding his exasperation, shaking his head. “Sorry to say this, but I think you’re wrong this time.”

“Whatcha mean by that?” Asta narrowed his eyes some, raising his chin with an indignant frown. “Are you saying I’m not good at picking these things up?”

“Yes.” Yuno nodded. Asta sputtered in shock, eyes wide.

“Well! I’d never!” Asta puffed, his annoyance fading when Yuno started to smile. “You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

“And you’re oblivious. I’m serious though- Noelle likes you.”

“I really don’t see it.”

“She calls you ‘dorksta.’”

“You call me ‘shortsta’- I don’t see you getting down on one knee.”

“You're not my type. She’s always looking at you.”

“Everyone looks at me!”

“Not the way she does! She’s always by your side-”

“To send me flying with water-”

“Asta!” 

“It’s true!” Asta cried back, shaking his head as he flopped into the grass beneath his feet, leaning back on his hands. “Even if she did like me like you say she does, it wouldn’t matter. She’s royalty- meaning she’s got an entire ocean of guys to pick from if she wanted. Why would she pick me?” Something uncharacteristically bitter entered Asta’s tone- a rare side of self-loathing Yuno never thought he’d hear from his best friend. “It’s like back in Hage when you pick potatoes; you grab the best ones first. No one wants the little guys.”

Yuno couldn’t believe his ears. Was this really Asta? Shaking his head, he sat down beside him in the grass, bringing his knees up to his chest. “Do you remember what you told me when I said the same thing about Leopold? You said I still have a chance, and that it didn’t matter about our social standing.”

“This is different, Yuno. Really different.”

“How?”

“Look at you!” Asta waved a hand at him, gesturing to his entire being. “You’re tall, cool as hell, have amazing magic- not to mention you’re an amazing person inside and out, even when you’re being a jerk. It’s easy to see why Leopold likes you so much- you’re the whole package.” Asta slumped some, his hand dropping back to his side. “But me..what do I have to offer? I’m short, loud, and smelly. I’m nothing until I become the Wizard King. Until then-what can I offer her if I did like her back?”

“Asta..” Yuno felt his heart break at his friend's words. Asta sat up then, putting on a brave smile.

“It doesn’t matter- I’m already in love as is! One day- I’ll come home and sweep Sister Lily off her feet! She’ll accept my proposal one day-AH!” Suddenly the world tilted as Asta was unceremoniously pushed back into the grass. “Yuno? You big jerk- you can’t go tackling people like that!”

“I’m not the jerk here.” Yuno growled, tone nearly unreadable as he cracked his knuckles, staring daggers into Asta’s soul. “Enough is enough- if you’re too blind to see what’s right in front of you, I’m just gonna have to open your eyes myself!”

“Huh? What are yo-ohohohooeheahhahaha!” Almost immediately, the smaller boy arched with a yelp, hands shooting down to grab Yuno’s wrist as they scratched along his waist. “Yuhuhuhuhuno, wahhahahait! Gehahahahah, yohohohou jeheheherk- whahahhat the heheheehll?”

“Oh? What- you think you can tickle me until I confess and not get it in return?” Yuno’s death glare melted into a warm smile as he carried on scritching his fingers against Asta’s tunic, making his friend squirm and giggle. “I’m not stopping until you admit you’re worthy of Noelle’s feelings!”

“Buhuhuhuht I’m nohohohohot! Nohohohot yheheheheht!” Asta cried out, arching when Yuno dropped to his hips, pressing tickly thumbs into the soft spots. “Geahhahahha, Yuhuhuhuno! Dohohohohon’t nohohoht thehehehhehre!”

“Yes there! You’re so dense, I bet if someone cut your head open, they’d find bricks! And another thing- what are you saying you’ve got nothing to offer? So what if you’re short and smelly- that’s just you! You’re also brave, heroic, and determined! Do you really think Noelle only likes you based on the shallow things?” Tsking, Yuno kept one hand on his hip while the other moved to Asta’s ribs, making him shout before dissolving into giddy snickers. “She looks at you like you’re the only star in the night sky. She hangs onto every word you say, and she’s always flustered and shy whenever you look at her. She’s in love with you!”

“Ahehahahahhhahaha! Ehehehheven ihihihihihif thahahhat’s truuhuhhuuhe- I dohoohohohn’t thihihihk-GEHAHHAHA YUNO!” The second fingers attacked his stomach, Asta was flailing like a fish, his softer giggles shooting up to a proper burst as his worst spot was attacked. “GEHHAAHHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Yes! This is what you get!” Yuno smirked, deciding to go all out. Pulling out his most diabolical weapon, he leaned down and got right up to Asta’s ear. “Come on, whittle Asta- you and I both know you’re much better than you think. Admit it, will you? Please, for me?”

“TRAHAHHAHAITOR!” As if Asta couldn’t laugh harder! The dreaded teasing voice Yuno discovered worked so well on him sent him into near silent laughter- face red and eyes growing misty. Finally, he gave in, smacking the ground repeatedly and pulling at Yuno’s coat in submission. “OHOHOOHKAY OHOHOHOKAY ENOHOHOHOUGH!”

Yuno did as requested, pulling his hands back as he watched Asta curl into a loose ball against the ground, gasping for air. His cheeks were bright red, stained with tear streaks from how hard he was laughing. For a moment, Yuno felt a bit bad.

Then Asta was on his feet tackling him into the grass for revenge and Yuno realized feeling bad for someone so energetic wasn’t always the best idea.

~~~

“Heh. This feels all too familiar.” Asta laughed, breathless beneath the warm sun as he laid side by side with Yuno. “Weren’t we just having this conversation?”

“Can’t remember. My memory is as short as you.” Yuno snickered, laughing more when Asta threw a handful of grass at him.

“Shut up! Jerk.” Asta grinned, looking up towards the sky. After a moment, he spoke again, voice careful. “Do you…really think she likes me? Like, truly likes me?”

“She thinks the world of you, Asta.” Yuno reassured him, watching the emotions play out on his friend’s face. Realization there might be something there, anguish of possible rejection. And hope…something hopeful that maybe, just maybe…”Even if she has a hard time expressing it. I think she’s scared to tell you cause you might not feel the same.

“You don’t have to tell her now if you’re unsure. Just don’t drag her along, okay? When you realize how you feel about her, make it known- regardless of what it is. Believe me when I say..” Yuno’s ears burned as he turned away from his friend’s watchful eyes. “It really, really helps to know from the otherside.”

Asta was quiet. Then he reached out, punching Yuno’s shoulder gently. “To think it was only yesterday it was me comforting you when you were unsure. Thanks, Yuno. For everything.”

“Hmm.” Yuno nodded, bumping his fist against Asta's, pretending the mistiness of his vision was from the earlier tickle attacks. “Thank you too.”

Thanks for reading! And another major thank you to Nym for collabing with me! This was the best!

[dailypokemoncrochet]

Sometimes I think about what a weird little niche I have found for myself crocheting all these pokemon. Tons of people like pokemon, tons of people like crochet, there's some overlap there, but break down the crochet part to plenty of people make amigurumi, many of them make small but not micro amigurumi, and then a little bubble of people make them as close to the official art models as possible. And there's me in that little bubble with my 655 crocheted pokemon that look copy pasted from the 2D images into 3D yarn.

[reineydraws]

Twist villain!Shanks

Think about it.

hellooo i have thought about it 'cuz ive seen the idea floating around and sorry, i dont like it. 😭🙏 or rather, the idea of a villain shanks is fun in theory but if it's actually canon then i dont think it will pay off very well lol especially 'cuz he's the very first pirate we meet and it's been over twenty years. i would certainly be tilted.

idk how oda could write it in such a way that i wouldn't be mad aha, tho i'm sure if anyone could pull it off it'd be him. (and i mean villain!shanks as in "was always a villain", not "has to do antagonistic things but his heart is in the right place".)

i will say, however, that there is something delicious about possessive shanks, especially if it leans a little dark. like, he's a smiley pacifist right up until you harm someone that's his, and then it's game over for you and your friends and your livelihood. he's already like that in canon, but i mean like, it's to the point where his revenge gets a little cruel and he enjoys paying you back for the harm you caused.

i like attributing this to him 'cuz if he's dating mihawk, known serial murderer (of marines, if not also underwhelming challengers and entire crews of people that annoy him), then his "let's not kill people if we don't have to" thing could be more of an intellectual ethical choice for him rather than an emotional one. and once you've crossed that line for him by grievously harming or maybe even somehow killing mihawk, then it's over for you and you bet he'll enjoy it. (tho nine out of ten times i write him as a bleeding heart and mihawk is fond and exasperated by it haha.)

but yeah. i digress. 😅 it's a fun concept and i'll probably read the fic if it's mishanks and mihawk isn't his victim in a way that ends unhappily, but ultimately, the most i prefer is shanks with a dark streak.

if anyone's gotten to the end of this ask and adores twist villain shanks, feel free to try and convince me in the replies. maybe i'm just thinking about it the wrong way, and i'm open to ideas. ;P

[sunsetsandsunshine]

𝙷𝚎𝚢𝚢𝚢! :𝙳 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟸 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑. 𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.... 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑- 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 "𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢" 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛- 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜- 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝟷𝟶𝟶% 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝙰𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎. 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎- 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎- 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚄𝚃𝚂 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎- (𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔/𝚍𝚊𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝟺:𝟻𝟸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚝𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚊 :𝙳𝙳𝙳)

My heart is meltiiIiIiiNggG‼️‼️‼️

MELLLLLLLTTTTINNNGGGGGGGG 💝💕💘💖💞💓💗🩷‼️‼️‼️

But I 101% agree the crack in Raph’s upper plastron would just turn him into a pile of giddy giggles and I’m HERE for it!!!

I feel like it would definitely be a melt spot for him don’t get me wrong— but it would also be a MAJOR death spot as well.

Personally, I can just imagine Raph just randomly leaning against a wall in the lair with his arms crossed doing his signature “🙎🏾” face and one of his brother’s just casually go next to him and lightly tickle his plastron where the crack is 🥹💕💖💓!!!

AND HIS LAUGHHHHH⁉️

I’ve always imagined Raph having some kind of high-pitched laugh when he’s tickled in his death spots— kinda like how his screams are high-pitched yk?????

He would just flail his arms around and try to act all tough but it��s sooooooo hard bc the spot is so tickly?????? And oh nooooo he hates it so much????? And oh nooooo he’s giggling and laughing all silly what a shammmeeee…

(It’s legit one of his fave spots to get tickled but shhhhh you didn’t hear it from meeeeee…)

But in all seriousness thank you so much for sending this cute headcanon in ☺️💖! THIS WAS SO FUN TO THINK ABOUT EEEEEEE

Hope your having a wonderful day/night as well!!! Stay safe and stay in school 👈🏾😎👉🏾 *kewl finger guns*

[thebest-medicine]

I just wanted to type out some feelings here

I really love who I am on here…who I’m allowed to be… I feel like I can be really authentically myself and connect with people about something that I have had such a fear/shame/insistence on hiding in most areas of my life but it’s just like..wow here’s this cool little place that you made for yourself and other people made for themselves and joined together and it’s like. Wow I can MEET the PEOPLE in my little website and they’re REAL and I can TALK to them about this stuff and they GET ME and we have SILLY COMMON CANON EVENTS FROM CHILDHOOD it’s just so fun and crazy and makes me want to cry and hug everyone and ahhhhh!!!!!

i built up so much of my psyche on the idea that my ‘wires’ in my brain got crossed and I was just this weird person who no one else thought like at all (add to kink/fetish that I was figuring out wtf ace/demi was but didn’t even hear of that or anything like it til like college) and then I meet nice cool people on here and then they’re like hey want to meet up and DO THIS FUN THIS with no implications and like ?!?!?!!? And then it’s FUN FOR BOTH OF YOU ?!? is this what vanilla allo people feel like when they have sex all the time??!

anyway I just really appreciate this blog and place and all of you and (not to sound like a middle aged white suburban mother of two doing yoga but) I want to work on honoring this part of myself more in my life and being able to be more comfortable with all of me

[disastrouslyyours]

just read ur little blurb on domestic husband Harvey— wonderful!!!!!! now please spoil him back!!!!!!!! (no pressure <3)

ANON!! <333 I would never pass up the excuse to spoil a beloved old man.

I hope you don’t mind linking you to AO3… this one really inspired me, and I ended up very proud of and happy with it.

Safe Haven

Summary: Harvey has a particularly hard day at the clinic. You decide to offer him some stress relief in the best way you know how. (SFW Fluff, just a sweet little domestic moment with your hardworking husband.)

[dinosaurwithablog]

Years ago, when I was still driving a taxi, I picked up 2 very kind and sweet women and took them to hellmart. It was Black Friday, and they wanted to get some toys for their family. About an hour later, I got a hysterical call from one of the women. She told me that her friend had locked herself in a bathroom stall and that she refused to come out because she was terrified after being accosted by other shoppers trying to get a Tickle Me Elmo. I told her friend to tell her friend locked in the bathroom stall that I'd be right there and I'd get her home safely. I broke several traffic laws and got there in minutes. I parked and walked into the bathroom, where I saw a frantic woman trying to console her panic stricken and crying friend through the bathroom stall door. I told them I was there, and it was time to get them home. Thankfully, they believed that I could do that for them. When the woman in the stall slowly and cautiously emerged, her face was swollen, and she was covered in scratches and bleeding. I wasted no time cleaning her face and hugging her, and I escorted them safely into my taxi. I asked what happened. They told me that another shopper had grabbed the Tickle Me Elmo that the bleeding woman had in her hands. It was the last one and it was on sale. This other shopper had acted so violently and fiercely that she lashed out several times and made this woman in my taxi bleed. I couldn't believe that someone would do that for a Christmas gift of all things. I was a horrified as they were. The bleeding woman told me that if the other shopper had asked for the toy, she would've given it to her in the spirit of Christmas. I was appalled at this unnecessary violence. This poor woman was physically abused and suffered so much anxiety all for a toy for Christmas. Really? No matter what kind of sale price you could get that day, it's not worth causing so much pain for a kind and decent person. For anyone for that matter. I don't get it. I'm sharing this story so you all know why i have such a big problem with the over commercialized Christmas that is now so prevalent in our world today. I think that we all need to take a minute and remember what this holiday is really about. It's about joy, brotherhood, peace on earth, kindness, sharing, goodwill towards man, giving back, love, and beauty, among other wonderful things. It's not about buying and getting or money at all. It's a day when even the most grumpy people used to take the time to smile and say merry Christmas to others. I hope that we can act correctly and refocus on the true meaning of this glorious day and find the good within ourselves and reach out and share the love and beauty that is within us all. That would be an ideal Christmas gift for us all, dontcha think 🤔? Please, be kind and have a safe and happy holiday season!! Bless you all!! 🙏🏼

[mushiewrites]

Day 1 - Anticipation

It's spooky month again! My favorite month for so many reasons :D that means it's tickletober again! my plan is to do as many of them as possible (you can see my plans here), but I did just start a new job last week, so we'll see how it goes. Anyway, here is day 1, which was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a whole fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ enjoy! 🧡

tickletober prompts here 🎃

(lee!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 1.4K words)

“I’ve decided I’m going to wreck you when we get back in the car.” Sapnap spoke quietly, his tone nonchalant as he picked up a decent sized pumpkin from the ground. Dream felt his cheeks heat up despite the cooler weather, bringing both his hands up to cover them as his eyes shot daggers into the younger boy before him. 

“What.” Dream deadpanned, his voice almost a whisper as he quickly looked around to make sure the people around them at the farmers market weren’t listening in on their flustering conversation. When he confirmed the coast was clear, he returned his attention to Sapnap, a satisfied smile on his face as he cradled the pumpkin in his arm, his hip jutting out to the side to provide extra support. 

“I know you heard me, your face is the color of those tomatoes over there.” Sapnap tilted his head towards the garden full of tomatoes a couple hundred feet away, making Dream roll his eyes and move his hands to cover them. He could feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks against his palms and he rubbed them soothingly, trying his hardest to control his embarrassment in the very public setting. 

“Fuck off, Sapnap.” Dream whined under his breath, loud enough for Sapnap to hear him and making the brunette chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I? Am I so ridiculous for wanting to tickle the life out of your cute little tummy?” Sapnap questioned, barking out a laugh when Dream’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Dream ran his hands over his face a few times before shaking his head at the absurd question, deciding to ignore Sapnap and leaning down to grab the bigger pumpkin he had chosen to bring home to carve. 

“Or would you rather me squeeze above your knees? Or what about spidering over them? That might be more appropriate, seeing as it’s basically Halloween already.” The younger boy continued his teasing, lifting a leg off the ground to tap the toe of his shoe against the pumpkin twice to get Dream’s attention. The blonde looked up at Sapnap through his curls, his eyes barely visible with his blush on full display. 

“What is wrong with you?” Dream rolled his eyes at the comment as he stared up at Sapnap in disbelief, not fully understanding what brought on the onslaught of teases while trying to keep himself together. He broke the eye contact, looking back down at the pumpkin and finally picking it up in one arm before grabbing the smaller pumpkin sitting on the ground next to it that both of them had picked out for George. He carefully stood up, adjusting the pumpkins in his arms and leaning back slightly to hold the weight of both. 

“What? I’m just talking about tickling you to death. It’s spooky, right? Very appropriate for the season.” Sapnap giggled, moving his pumpkin into one arm and using his free hand to poke at Dream’s tummy that was slightly pushed forward due to his stance. Dream squealed, jumping back and almost losing his grip on the pumpkins, scrambling to keep them in his arms. 

“You’re insane, and we’re done here.” Dream spoke flatly, turning away from Sapnap before he could continue and walking toward the stall to pay for the three pumpkins. Sapnap followed closely behind, quietly chuckling to himself, pleased at how the situation was playing out before him. 

The walk back to the car was quiet, with Dream’s cheeks still bright pink and his lips tightly pressed together. Sapnap’s smirk was telling, and Dream only made eye contact with him once before deciding that was one too many times, and kept his head facing forward the rest of the way. 

When they finally reached the car, Sapnap opened the trunk and the pumpkins were gently placed inside. Dream made his way to the passenger side door, opening it and sliding into the seat before closing it behind him. He reached a hand up to grab the seat belt, clicking  it into place across his chest and waist while Sapnap flopped down into the driver's seat next to him. 

“You should lean your seat back.” Sapnap commented as he started the car, quiet music now flowing from the speakers as Dream whipped his head around in the brunette’s direction. 

“What? Why?!” Dream asked in horror, crossing his arms over his torso as butterflies erupted in his stomach. 

“Makes it easier to tickle you, silly,” Sapnap turned to look at him, flashing his signature smirk and breaking out into giggles when Dream whined at his reply. “Come on, don’t make this harder than this has to be. I know you want me to tickle you to pieces, Dreamie.” 

“That’s not- that’s not even true! Shut up!” Dream’s voice was frantic, stuttering out denials while the pink flushed an even darker shade of red. He flinched when Sapnap moved his hand in his direction, placing a hand above Dream’s knee and squeezing gently. Dream fully giggled at this despite the pressure not being enough to tickle, the anticipation making him overly sensitive to every touch. 

“Oh it’s true, Dream. You and I both know how much you love your tickles.” Sapnap began, slowly moving his hand further up Dream’s thigh and squeezing once when he got to the middle of it. Dream squealed, kicking his leg out and bringing his hands down to grab at Sapnap’s hand. This mistake left his torso wide open, and suddenly Dream had a hand flat against his tummy, making him burst out into nervous laughter as he flung his hands back up over Sapnap’s. 

“Nohoho!” Dream complained, curling his fingers the best he could around Sapnap’s hand as he yanked at it, trying to pull it away from his stomach. Sapnap’s fingers pressed in quickly, stopping almost immediately but forcing a laugh out of Dream anyway. He continued to pull at the hand against his tummy, pleading with Sapnap to move it. 

“Stop fighting, Dream. You want this, I know you do. And I know you’re just so damn ticklish and it’s hard to let me, but you need to stop fighting it. Just let it happen.” 

Dream whined again, flinging his head back against the seat and bringing his hands up over his face in defeat. He let out a long groan through his giggles, shaking his head as he felt Sapnap gently tap twice against his stomach. He felt the hand rub soothingly over it, slowly calming his nerves and settling the butterflies. After a few minutes, Dream moved his hands from his face and let his head fall in Sapnap’s direction, their eyes meeting as Sapnap gave him a gentle smile. 

“Are you ready to let me tickle you?” Sapnap questioned, chuckling when Dream squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. He bit his lip as his cheeks filled with color once again, nodding his head slowly and quickly bringing his hands back up to cover his face. He took in a deep breath, holding it as he waited for the hand on his stomach to move, but instead it disappeared. Dream expected Sapnap to dig in any second now, but a few more minutes passed and nothing happened. He spread his fingers apart, peeking out through them to see Sapnap smiling back at him.

“Aren’t you gonna…?” Dream spoke quietly, not able to fully ask but knowing Sapnap understood. He watched in disbelief as the younger boy pulled his phone from his pocket and plugged it into the aux cord, taking his time selecting a song before turning it up and finally answering Dream. 

“You know what? I decided I’ll do it later, when we’re home. But thanks for being such a good sport about it, Dreamie!” Sapnap flashed Dream a mischievous smile before putting the gear into drive, leaving a very flustered blonde with his jaw dropped and stomach doing somersaults at the growing anticipation that once again coursed through his veins.

[smalltimidbean]

I’m gonna be brave about this, and I will ask this on behalf of other people who may want to do the following actions described.

I’ve read a few things in the tags of some posts that have made me wonder about something for a little bit now. If someone who is not a clone consumes clone material in some way, they get parasites and become terminally ill over an unspecified course of time, which can result in that someone’s death. And I wonder to what extent contact with a clone from a non-clone would warrant preventive measures or if there are thing besides eating part of them that are a no-go in order to not get parasites.

All of this leads to my question: is it safe to kiss or make out with a clone, as far as not getting the clone parasites is concerned? I understand that some of them have other hazards to consider, namely other poisons, but I am not necessarily asking about that. If there are any other things to exercise caution around in regard to not getting parasites, like for example drinking out of the same cup, feel free to discuss those here also ^_^

I also feel it necessary to stress that me asking this does not mean I want to kiss them, not necessarily. I hope I am not coming across as weird by asking this, and I am very sorry if I am. >_<

CW for discussions of parasites, death and clonekissing I guess

A very interesting and important question for clonekissers!!! And anyone who lives/works with a clone bc they can and will slobber on you, and it would be a bummer to get a parasite from a happy clone greeting

But the short answer is no!!! One would not get any sort of clone parasite from macking on one, or simply interacting with one

The clone matter that is exchanged during any physical interaction is far too minimal to have any effect on a non-clone entity - basically just as humans and animals exchange germs with each other, getting a little clone matter on ya, no problem - and any big bits usually just self-return to the clone that it's part of

More importantly, clone matter has to be in it's 'dead' or 'inactive' state for it to become parasitic (needs a better name bc it's still technically alive/active, but bear with me here jkdsfkj)

When a clone dies - i.e. its brain ceases functioning completely via being too damaged or being starved etc - or if a part of the clone has been detached for a long period of time (usually a week is the max) - like a clone's hand getting chopped off, and they are unable to get it back to pop it back on - clone matter turns into it's 'inactive' state where is it no longer sentient and functions very simply - it just eats and grows

I won't go into every single stage of clone parasite infection, that can be for another post - but it's basically the textbook definition of a parasite - it finds a host, derives it of nutrients and grows as big as it can get - and usually is fatal for said host as it is entirely consumed and becomes clone matter, and they usually die from y'know lack of nutrition or organ failure first

But hey!!! Ya get a brand-new clone that may or may not have some of the qualities and/or memories of it's ex-host at the end, cool right!!!

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The rabbit hole

okay so some of my friends in this community are capable of making either my Lee or ler moods (primarily my ler moods) SO fuckin intense-

but like, but like, because I’m a tease by nature, I always drag them down with me, and it ends up being this double flustered rabbit hole no matter who is in what mood-and like, NONE of the people I’m talking about heard this, if you did you fuckin didn’t……………

BUT DAMN IT IS SO FUN-

Especially with this one person who we’ll just call ‘Neutron Star’ for the sake of this post, sweet baby Jesus they’re such a cute Lee, but somehow they’re a cuter ler?! I don’t giggle a lot period but they make me giggle randomly and it’s great, it really is. I don’t think they’re even aware how switchy they make me dawg T^T

It’s not like they’re the only ones I rabbit hole with but they’re one of the most flustering (I say ONE OF because of the existence of a certain Rez and gray but shhh y’all can keep secrets right? Right)

yeah so I’ve just kinda been didhekdnwkvnsn