#ticklish!delilah

[fluffomatic]

Been working with the suggestions yall are sending! This is the best way I think I can post this since most of the asks have multiple suggestions. So only the asks that have one suggestions I'll just post as one piece instead of multiple.

Finally made some Lee!Link art!! I think it would be cute of Zelda was introducing him to some of her peers and just squeezing and poking him the whole time since Link is very quiet lol.

Delilah was the first person I thought of for this one! Plus, I've never drawn my sweet girl getting tickled! I need to make more art of her and her girlfriend, Hikora! They're 2 of my very first ocs along with Anna and Dylan! They were made around the same time!

Suprise Danganronpa art!?! I've been rewatching the Grumps play 1 and 2 in the form of best ofs. So I was reminded of my love for Lee!Byakuya lmao

There was no way I wasn't gonna draw more Lee!Spectra. Literally not a chance. I can picture him and Gus doing some training, Gus grabs on to his leg and uses Spectra's ticklishness to get the upper hand. Thanks @thornoisdono for the suggestion!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[robiinurheart33]

Let me tell y’all I HATE it when people write characters out to be so perfect - clicks for Palestine

NO! PERFECTION IN IMPERFECTION! 141 WITH IMPERFECTIONS!

Soap with acne scars from his teenager days when he couldn’t stop picking at his pimples, scabs and scars littering his legs and thighs from mosquito bites and having exactly no impulse control. Soap developing smile lines and if you looked at him from a certain angle you could see the shadow of it appear on his face even if he isn’t smiling. Delilah dimples and chapped lips, having a bad habit of scratching the back of his neck.

Ghost with a soft jawline, pimples dotting his forehead and cheeks from the mask, blackheads on his nose. Scratch marks where his mask ends at his neck, a bit of a soft tummy and jagged scars lining though his whole body. Bad stitches healed through making his calf look like a disfigured mess, Glasgow smiles and one eye just smaller than the other. A patch of hair at the back of his skull will never grow again due to burn scars.

Gaz with a bad habit of picking his lips, biting and tugging on them during high-stress situations. Nervous and almost imperceptible tics like cracking his knuckles or spinning his ankle around, not being able to stand still for some strange reason. Hip dips. Back acne with an impeccable skincare routine. Complains about blisters and aching on his feet and is most likely to sweat BUCKETS right when they step out of the helicopter.

Price that’s slowly getting a receding hairline, absurd hacking coughs due to the cigars he smokes, a scar creeping up his collar and stopping right below the edge of his jaw. He has a slightly limp on his left leg if you look close enough, and he’s hairy as shit. He’s basically a bear he doesn’t even really try to shave cause he has no time for that. He has one of those belly buttons where the flesh is on the outside and is so ticklish but no one knows about it.

[bittersweetaucreator]

Who is the most ticklish animatronic/ being in the apartment??

Also to Freddy: What are your most embarrassing moments when drunk??

Toy freddy definitely is the most ticklish out of everyone.

Freddy:... do i have to tell them

Delilah: Yes

Freddy:... Waking up hungover in the countryside, it took everyone hours to find me.

[deterioratingxprisons]

47, 48 for Delilah

Are they ticklish?

Abolutely not. And she will destroy you if you try it...

What would they do if they were locked in a room with a rat?

Snack time.... ??

[wordstrings]

Cross-Examination

Critical Role (Vox Machina) – if the beginnings of the Briarwood confrontation in C1E24/25 had gone slightly differently…

Words: 2,000. Warnings: interrogation, dubcon/noncon tickling. Prompted and ruthlessly encouraged by the likes of @spritewrites, @sapphicquill, and others of the critickle gang in the spirit of spooky scaries and such.

(Tickletober day 28: trapped)

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“You look… delicious.”

Lord Briarwood’s deep voice curls into Vax’s ear like a prowling cat. Something like sharp claws pricks at the edge of his consciousness, asking to be let in. Vax shakes it off with a mental shudder.

“I’m– I’m really not supposed to be in the rooms while the guests are here,” Vax says, still trying to lean into his lie. Like a mime, if he gestures hitting a wall enough times, it’ll appear real. And he’s been around enough bad characters to know when he really, really needs that wall to be solid. “I only needed to check that the windows–”

“I’m much more interested in who you are than who you aren’t,” Lady Delilah Briarwood articulates as she steps forward into his space. Her eyes are hooded with alluring interest, beauty disguising lethal venom.

Vax tries to backpedal further, but Sylas Briarwood is right behind him, with worryingly strong hands on his shoulders. That dark, bassy voice slips along the shell of his ear again:

“We’d hate for you to leave us in ignorance. We insist that you stay and tell us about yourself.”

“Everything about yourself,” Delilah says. She lays a delicate few fingertips on Vax’s cheek. They’re tipped with elegant long nails the color of cooling blood. “Starting with whether you perhaps have a twin?”

Vax chills at the mention of his sister from the mouth of this cold, beautiful woman – until he realizes she means the dinner guests, the way Percy had been disguised into Vax’s likeness. Still, not much better. The lies will clearly fall flat from here on out. Well then. This is the part where the mime goes still.

When his silence stretches past another beat, Delilah’s fingers drift from a caress to an ominous hold on his jaw.

“I offer you this one, single warning,” she says, then hisses a phrase he doesn’t understand.

The room goes black.

Not just the blackness of cut light, but a preternatural blackness Vax can feel weighing over his sight.

He’s blind.

“Now,” Delilah says lowly, “who... are... you?”

There’s breath on his neck, a pulse of air as Sylas inhales his scent, a brush of nose against the edge of his ear – and Vax mewls a helplessly high-pitched sound at the sensation that strums on his taut nerves.

Delilah hums in interest. Her hand takes up its caress again, this time down the side of his throat.

Vax’s recoil is instinctual; his twist to slip out from between them in a disengagement is practiced skill.

Shit, Sylas is strong. And abnormally fast.

The blindness fetters Vax’s reactions and he fails to wrench away when Sylas seizes his wrists and hauls him in a direction Vax knows is away from the door. He’s dragged deeper into the den of these two sleek predators who, he’s now realizing, he drastically underestimated.

He’s not getting out of this. Not on his own.

“Jenga,” he whispers urgently.

Hope is a robust shield; he’ll lean on its strength as heavily as he needs to until the help comes. Meanwhile, he’s being torqued off-balance and pulled by incredible force and something is winding tightly around his wrists. His arms suddenly get yanked upwards instead of being pinned to his body. He might be disoriented and disadvantaged in his private darkness, but he capitalizes on the momentum and swings his legs as he pulls against the upward resistance. The kick whiffs off the side of whatever is in front of him, harmless. He hears Sylas tut in disapproval.

“One warning was given. Darling?”

Delilah’s voice murmurs again, and Vax’s body begins to seize up. He’s got a sudden choice between fighting off the panic or the spell effect; he chooses the spell, but it grabs at him with just as much force as Sylas had, and the panic only heightens as his focus slips and his limbs go numb. He droops unwillingly limp from the high-hoisted point of his bound wrists.

“Much better,” Delilah croons.

Her hands are back on his face. He wants to bite them. He wants to run. He–

Fingernails trace the shape of his ears, from point to lobe, and Vax titters involuntarily.

“Who are you?” Delilah asks again, sweetly this time. “Are you working with that pest Assum?”

Holy hell, she’s tickling, the kind that makes him shudder horribly and shake his head away but fuck, he can’t actually move… And he can’t speak, either, he discovers, as he tries to blindly spit a curse into her face. He can gurgle his way through something like laughter, though. Which he does. Humiliatingly.

Delilah acknowledges his struggle with a condescending coo. “The paralysis will wear off in a moment, kitten. I suggest you use this time to consider your answer, and how you probably shouldn’t attempt violence again. I’d prefer a civilized discussion.”

She doesn’t stop tickling his ears, though. The light scrape of her nails along the contours of his points is fucking unbearable, forcing high and unintelligible noises from his throat. He hasn’t been teased like this in ages – not since that one tipsy night with the Clasp, which… fuck, he does not need to be thinking about right now… her tongue, and his inescapable hands, and–

A deep masculine hum buzzes through the hair at his nape. It crawls straight up the primed path into the pleasure center of his brain.

Vax realizes then that the blindness is fading, as his lashes flutter over vision that may be blurred by the residual spell, or maybe by the way his body is suddenly prioritizing functions other than eyesight.

Sylas is pressing up behind him, svelte and studying. He brushes Vax’s long hair from where it’s trapped between neck and upstretched shoulder, and Vax can’t tip his head to allow – disallow, disallow! – further access. Fuck.

Allowance or not, Sylas nuzzles in from behind, whiffing indulgent drags off Vax’s skin. He reaches around the front of Vax’s chest and unclasps his cloak. It falls from his shoulders, baring the crook of his neck – then Sylas’ mouth is there, holy shit–!

It feels… sharp.

Two knife points scrape the spot that makes his knees wobble (though they’re already liquid, along with the rest of his listless joints). It sends explosive bursts of tingles down his spine. Vax would be shivering, if he could.

It’s much too late when his addled senses recognize this is a threat.

“Do tell us what you intended by following us,” Sylas purrs, “and I might even let you enjoy it before you drain empty.”

The reality of this peril snaps back into place. Vax is strung up with two very dangerous people who have every advantage on him, whether spells or strength or speed. And at least one of them is… gods, is a vampire scenting his blood.

Vax is fucked. And not in the fun way.

(Well, they are two very attractive dangerous people…)

Delilah is looking at him with dark, expectant eyes. “My love asked you a question. And you’re able to answer now, I believe.”

Vax fumbles through consciously putting weight on his legs again instead of dangling listlessly from the rafters. It’s mortifying that he’s not really sure how long it’s been since he could have done that unprompted. But he stands. And he says nothing.

He leans on hope.

Delilah sighs. Vax stiffens when her hands go to his belt. Sylas follows suit – but the buckles he works are the ones along Vax’s sides holding his leather armor together.

Vax’s breath shortens. This is a wildly confusing interrogation.

It’s cold when the hardened panels fall away from his front and back, leaving his tunic the only thing covering his vulnerable torso.

“Who are you, little cub?” Delilah asks for the third time.

She slides her hands up under his tunic. She tips her head curiously to one side. And she begins tickling his stretched ribcage.

Vax folds. Or, he would, but his arms go nowhere and his knees collapse again. He squeals with sudden, helpless laughter. He’s a cat toy, twisting on the end of a string for their amusement. It sends a thrill – of fright? of titillation? – through his body. Delilah is elegant and polished before him. Sylas is magnetic and powerful behind him.

Sylas’s hands are skimming around his flanks to his belly now.

And they’re cold. Vax gasps and rocks backward in a reflexive attempt to escape them. Those fingertips drag the chill of the undead along his blush-warm skin, which only makes the sensation exponentially worse when Sylas starts spidering them low across his abdomen.

“I don’t usually play with my food,” Sylas murmurs at his ear. “But your worry and want are a delectable blend, and these sounds of yours…”

Sylas is firm as a wall against Vax’s back; there’s nowhere to go but into him, whether body or hands. Delilah slips further up Vax’s ribs until she’s dancing her nails in his wide-open underarms. Vax cackles afresh, squirming violently under the twofold tickling on his belly and armpits, from hind and front, delicate and seductive and wicked.

“Were those your friends at dinner? What do they know of us?”

“Are you working alone?”

“Tell us who you are.”

A pointed tooth nibbles the edge of his ear and Vax kicks out with a convulsive cry of laughter. “Brant, no,” he shrieks before his conscious mind catches up. No, wait, this isn’t–

“Oh, with the kicking again,” Delilah sighs. Her hands abandon his armpits for a moment while she reaches for a pouch on her hip. The reprieve is short-lived, as Vax recognizes her muttered words just as his body begins locking up again.

“No, no,” he cries out in panic, but a cold finger wriggles into his navel and dissolves any resistance he could have mustered. His eruptive laugh chokes into a burbling stutter of sound as his muscles go leaden once more.

Delilah smiles sweetly at him. She directs to Sylas, “I tire of his resistance. I think your skill is required, my dear. Care to dance with me?”

She holds her arms forward. Sylas’ large hands stroke their way off Vax’s form and reach for her. Vax plays the part of a frozen spindle that the two of them pivot around, their arms encircling his body. He can’t turn his head to watch Delilah rounding to his back, but Sylas’ imposing figure is more than enough distraction coming around front.

Oh god, his eyes. They’re dark, and heated, and unbearably inviting.

“Don’t you want to be good for us?” Sylas asks, deeply, enticingly.

Cat-claws knead alluringly at the back of Vax’s mind again. A helpless yes forms in his throat in response to the calling desire for them to take him apart and carefully reassemble him before doing it all over again… But no, he can’t, he mustn’t! He mentally pushes the temptation away, as painful as that is.

Sylas’ eyes harden.

The encircling arms release each other. Four brutal, tickling hands assault Vax’s incapacitated body. They’re under his shirt, up in his armpits, clawing his ribs and scritching his stomach. A gurgling wail is all Vax can respond with. It’s terrible and thrilling to be so powerless beneath this tickle-torture onslaught.

It doesn’t stop this time when the prickling claws reach for his mind again. Vax’s vision is blurred with tears but Sylas’ eyes burn into him just as intensely. …No! He can’t look away, and it takes everything he has, but no!

Delilah’s nails are lithe and insufferable, but no!

Sylas’ teeth are gentle and nibbling, but no!

Movement suddenly comes to him again as Delilah’s spell wanes. Vax slams his eyes shut against Sylas’ charm and writhes his body under their hands, but nothing gets more tolerable. He shrieks with loosed laughter, weakened and defenseless. His will won’t hold out forever.

But he leans on hope.

[dauduck]

THIS was the second try!

I wouldn’t say I ship Daud/Delilah, but they’re so fucking great ugh Basically it’s just an unhealthy flirting from Delilah, they both still hate each other lol

Daud chooses the “ignore it and the problem will go away” tactic but sometimes it doesn’t help Plus Daud is...

...rather sensitive, especially on his neck

[blorbologist]

Maggie’s Airplane Saga fics compiled!

YEEHAW, I’m back! Bachelorette was fun, travel to and fro was not - I’m whipping up a Perc’ahlia fic based on part of my hell lmao. 

In the meantime, here’s all the stuff I cracked out over those seven hours, plus another one made last night using one of the leftover prompts.

Cleaned up and posted to AO3:

Haunt me in burgundy

Prompt[s]: Imodna Whumptober 13, "Can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs," fracture, dislocation and 14, "Die a hero or live long enough to become a villain," desperate measures, failed escape.

T / Imodna / Imogen and Laudna. Missing scene for episode 35, spoilers for it and episode 34. Lotta sads and ow.

I mean - sure. If you stuck her in a neat red barn, full of Rexxentrum Red hens, slathered the place red paint just to make a point, yeah, she would agree that’s pretty damn red. Imogen would also think you tacky and miserable, not that she’d say it or think it loud.

It would be red, sure, but not red.

Red the color. Not red the experience.

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Contacts

Prompt: "Perc’ahlia, Why am I in your phone as 'himbo number two'?"

G / Perc’ahlia / Percy and Vex. Modern AU, works for both CR1 and TLOVM with no spoilers past the Briarwoods arc.

There’s a pause, before he inputs the new number. And then his thumb draws over the contacts.

And then his scrolling stops.

Here we go.

"Why am I in your phone as 'himbo number two'?"

(For the record, it’s actually HIMbo #2, but Percy says it with more dignity than it actually has.)

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Tickle his fancy, tickle her too

Prompt:  “Perc’ahlia 29. tickling the other one”

T / Perc’ahlia / Percy, Vex and the rest of Vox Machina. Modern AU, works for both CR1 and TLOVM (with minor spoilers. Ignore the Tary guy shhh).

Vex is ticklish. Outrageously so.

Percival, it should be noted, grew up with six siblings.

He is very, very good at getting past even the best guard for the sake of a good laugh.

And maybe he’s never heard something quite so delicate from Vex. No, delicate is the wrong word - brutal, instead, in its joy, something she couldn’t hold back if she tried.

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Too roomy to be alone here 

Prompt: "Cassandra has a bad day (sickness, or just exhaustion) and says she wants a member of their family that is gone now. And of course, Percy and or Vex giving the hugs she deserves after that."

G / Cassandra de Rolo with hints of Vex’ahlia, Delilah Briarwood and Julius de Rolo + more de Rolo family members. TLOVM and CR1 compliant.

All that to say that the nursery was declared Cass’ room and broadly considered such by the whole family.

Delilah and Sylas had more practical motivations behind housing her there.

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Take a break

Prompt: “Keyleth/Vax/Gil? Any fluffy comfort for them would be absolutely incredibleeeee”

G / Keyleth/Vax/Gilmore / Just some fluff set shortly after the Chroma Conclave arc <33

“You need a vacation,” Keyleth declares. Corrects: “Really need a vacation.”

Gilmore’s Glorious Goods is… well. Not glorious, devoid of goods. It’s pretty much just Gilmore, right now, in a ruin of an office. He’s leaning back to smile at them, but the disarray of his hair speaks to resting his face in his palms, to running his fingers through the rich length of it.

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Sound is a touch

Prompt: “Perc’ahlia 24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin”

G / Perc’ahlia / tiny leetol fluff moment, both pre-C1 and TLOVM season 1 compliant. 

“Hm. Should we tell him?”

Vex’s ears are, as a rule, a no-go. Dangerzone. A good way to get her smiles to turn so saccharine you can taste the sugar used to hide the bile.

It’s not like they’re too sensitive, or not sensitive at all and time is better spent elsewhere. It’s just - you know. Half-elf. Sometimes they got tugged for being too long, others boxed for being too blunt.

They’re a touchy subject. Pun intended, not that she’d admit to it.

[bernadettelovestokiohotel]

Cute Vance + Delilah father & daughter headcanons!

-when she was little,Vance was the one to give her a bath,he insisted on doing so because he just loved seeing his daughter giggle

-Vance and Delilah have the VERY different taste buds.For example,Delilah cannot handle spice,just like her dad Finney.But they both love sweets so there's that.

-Vance spoils her rotten.But she isn't spoiled or ungrateful in any shape or form,shes actually the opposite

-Vance does her hair alot,Finn finds this adorable :)

-he loves tickling her.Especially her neck,she's extremely ticklish on the neck :)

-even though Vance is like 10 times bigger and stronger,he held her as if she's the most delecate creature in the world

-One time,she punched a boy in kindergarten because he pulled her hair.Vance came and was like "you should've broke his arms" the mother of the boy was shocked

-Despite being extremely pretty,Delilah goes absolutely ape shit when she gets into fights.She can be as aggressive as Vance(Vance taught her that)

-Delilah used to bite when she was a baby.Vance has bite marks till this day.She never bitted Finn though,he's lucky cuz her teeth are STRONG

-cute lil pov:

Vance:Dee?Sweetie what do you want for dinner?

Deliliah:food

Vance:you literally just told me everything *laughs*

-Finney taught her how to get a pad on when she got her first period.Vance was the one who was sobbing himself to sleep because his little girl grew up so fast

[thecowardwrites]

The Coward’s Fluff Prompt List

It only took me forty years, but here’s the second half of my New Year’s Event (which will probably continue throughout February and into March) Feel free to use these for your own writing! (but tag me because I want to see what y’all come up with). 

Event Rules Post || Angst Prompt List

Fluff Prompt List:

“I might have slept with your sweatshirt while you were gone.”

“I’m not ticklish…. Don’t look at me like that… I swear to god-“

“I’m going to be honest; you make a great pillow.”

“Let’s play Minecraft together and put our beds next to each other.”

“I’m really good at pick-up lines, let me try some on you. If they work I get to take you out.”

“No wait don’t get ready yet! Just five more minutes, you’re so warm.”

“What do you mean there’s only one bed?” (Had to go for a classic)

“Wait stop talking for two seconds I need to say something – I love you.”

“What did they say? Do I need to fight them?”

“I love you bitch, I ain’t ever gonna stop loving you… biiiiitch!”

“Y/n, please, please, please tell me you have a plan right now.”

“Promise me, that this will not change anything between us-“ “I promise.”

“Y/n and [character] sittin’ in a tree-“ “Shut up, [character’s friend] you don’t even know how to spell ‘kissing’!”

“If you don’t watch the 2005 Pride and Prejudice with me, I am breaking up with you.” *two hours later* “Are you crying???”

“I made a playlist for you.” “This only has songs from Spongebob on it-” Here are some scenarios because it’s harder to come up with fluffy quotes:

Snowball fights

Person A being forced to have a tea party.

Writing secret love letters back and forth

Being sick together

Drinking together, but one of you is a lightweight

Reuniting after being away from each other for a few months

Sneaking in and stealing their cologne to remind you of them.

*Ahem* Oh my god, they were roommates.

Next door neighbors and childhood friends talking before they leave for college.

I wrote this song for you *plays Hey There Delilah just with Y/n instead*

Argument ensues about something ridiculous (like which soda is better), a third person has to come in to fix everything.

Going ice skating together, but one (or both) of you are awful.

Being set up on a blind date by your friend and it turns out awful, but that bartender is really cute and respectful.

[Character} finding your diary where it says you hate them on one page and want to smash your face against theirs in a kiss on the other.

Drunk texting

Finding a picture of you in their wallet

Passing notes back and forth in class but being caught. (Bonus points if you have to read them out loud)

Fake proposing to get free food at a restaurant.

Fake dating at first but you know how those go.

Buying your first house together.  

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[schittyfic]

oh hello you! i was tagged by (deep breath): @delilah-mcmuffin, @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3, @reginahalliwell, @vivianblakesunrisebay, and @my-nameless-bliss to post the first line of the last 20 things i wrote. i didn’t even realise i had 20 things to work with, so, that was a fun realisation!

for these purposes i’ve included both sc and sc rpf fics. please heed the pairings!

David wakes up to find Patrick gazing at him. fade to grey, G, david/patrick

Dan is excited. unconventional armour, G, gen

Patrick has always thought of himself as a professional guy. baby blues, E, david/patrick

After years of enduring Noah's particular brand of mischievous friendship, Dan's surprised to find just how sweet he turns out to be as a boyfriend. hit me with your best shot, E, dan/noah

Water. That’s why Dan gets out of bed. a long time coming, E, dan/noah/clare

By the time he’s back at his hotel, Dan is still buzzing. breathe, E, dan/noah

Patrick jolts, blinking blearily into the pitch-black and struggling to work out what yanked him so unceremoniously from sleep. warm & dry, G, david/patrick

It's not like Dan's never watched the scene. equal and opposite reaction, E, dan/noah

“Wait - hold on.” close shave, E, david/patrick

Patrick's back throbs steadily. the lights were as bright as my baby, G, david/patrick

I miss you. switch it up, E, david/patrick

David scowls at the lip balms, focusing all his energy on straightening them, and straightening them, and straightening them again. your cup of tea, G, david/patrick

Patrick’s mid-sentence, laughing about the awful movie they saw tonight, but the words die on his lips when he turns to look at David. do you want something?, E, david/patrick

After the third date night in a row where their conversation devolves into quarterly projections and negotiations with their new bespoke potpourri vendor, David has to bring it up. turning the tide, G, david/patrick

Patrick glances at his husband, standing beside him in line for the checkout. hair today, E, david/patrick

Schitt’s Creek is in the middle of a record-breaking heatwave, and Patrick really is not made for it. it’s a tank top, david, E, david/patrick

Patrick says it while they’re slow-dancing in the middle of the cafe, after Twyla’s third gritted-teeth-smile comment about needing to close up soon. tonight’s the night, E, david/patrick

“C’mon, you’ve got thirty minutes.” Noah whispers the words into Dan’s ear, ticklish and tempting. the process, E, dan/noah

Noah doesn’t really tease Dan for it in the days before the results come in. crush, E, dan/noah

They’re on the couch, Patrick tapping away at his notes for a speech he’s giving at a small business conference in a few days, David tucked up with a book and a mug of steaming tea, their record player low and gentle in the background. won’t let you fall, E, david/patrick

prettttttttty sure everyone has been tagged at this point, but this is an open call to anyone reading who would like to do this and hasn’t been tagged: go forth! 💛

[fluffomatic]

Delilah!! And absolute cutie who I also need to draw more lol. She's like, a straight lee (ironic cause she's gay) But she's too ticklish to fight back!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[jackiesarch]

perfect

Jacob nudges her awake early on a Sunday morning, long before the bunker is echoing with the sounds of daily life, long before anyone in their right mind should awake. Rook is still half asleep. Her eyes burn with the strength it takes to keep them open, and her limbs feel heavy and useless.

“What?” she mumbles. Her voice is muffled, scratchy, and before she knows it Jacob is rolling on top of her, propping himself up with one arm and taking the blankets with him. “God, Jacob, what time is it?”

He huffs out a laugh, his breath fanning across her chin. The corners of his eyes crinkle – a new development, Rook has noticed, one that means he’s laughing more, smiling more, maybe more than he ever has.

“Early,” Jacob informs her quietly. He leans down to press his lips to her collarbone. “Thought I would get you up before the two little nightmares we created make their appearance.”

Their children are six and two, and excel at making a scene. Charlotte has a habit of waking up at the crack of dawn to snuggle with her parents, and Delilah doesn’t care what time it is – if she’s awake, she’s out of bed and off somewhere wreaking havoc in the bunker. Jacob is right to have her up this early. They rarely get to spend time alone together.

She’s still sleepy, but Rook reaches up and runs her hands up his sides. He’s warm, like he always is, solid heat and the silky feel of scar tissue under her fingertips. Her fingers slide up, finding purchase on his shoulder blades, and Rook pulls him down close.

“Hi,” she says, quiet and breathy, feeling Jacob’s chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. “I love you.”

“Feeling’s mutual.”

Rook snorts, and Jacob’s mouth finds its way to her neck, then up towards her jaw. The pleasant scratch of his beard against her skin sends a jolt of heat through her, pooling down in the pit of her stomach. His lips leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her skin, and when he gets to her mouth, Rook tugs him down by the back of the neck and runs her fingers through his hair.

They kiss lazily, refreshingly, Jacob’s free hand drifting down and under the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. The tips of his fingers trace scars, stretch marks, circle the edge of her navel. It makes her shiver.

The open flat of Jacob’s palm slides upwards, settling at the top of her ribcage, and it happens just as he runs the tips of his fingers along the underside of her breast.

“Daddy!”

Rook finds herself very glad that the Seeds had the foresight to include bedroom doors in their bunker plans. Jacob sighs heavily and drops his head, his forehead resting against hers, and Rook startles herself with the snort of laughter that tumbles out of her. The fingers on her middle wriggle against her skin, and she squirms, ticklish.

“I distinctly remember you asking for this,” Rook muses, giving Jacob her best shit-eating grin. He looks less than impressed. “I believe your exact words were ‘I wouldn’t mind having another one’.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Jacob mutters. He kisses her high up on her cheekbone, then peers over his shoulder toward the bedroom door. “Sorry, don’t know anyone by that name. Think you might have the wrong door.”

There’s a giggle from outside and an almighty crash as the door flies open and smacks against the wall. Jacob flinches at the sound of metal against metal and rolls over onto his back. He turns his head toward Rook and sighs, and a half second later a six year old and a two year old tumble on top of him heavily.

“Okay,” Jacob says, admirably steady even with the air being crushed out of his lungs by the weight on his chest, “one of you has to go before you break my back. C’mon, off.”

He keeps Charlotte and offloads Delilah onto her mother. Rook grins. She doesn’t have a favorite child, but she’ll always be a sucker for her baby girl. Delilah’s the only one, she often jokes, that looks anything like her: curly blonde hair, wide blue eyes, and nothing but smiles.

Rook snuggles Delilah up and kisses her forehead. She giggles and twists around her like a tiny octopus.

“What were you and Mommy doing?

Jacob clears his throat, and Rook is thrilled to see how he plans on explaining this one away. His discomfort, she finds, has always been quite pleasant for her.

“Mm,” Jacob hums. He looks down at Charlotte and pets her head. “We were wondering if you could return a baby to the hospital after six years. Mom thinks you need the receipt.”

Charlotte frowns and rolls off her father, a fit of drama that Rook thinks is suspiciously John in nature. She settles in the middle space between Jacob and Rook, and glares at the ceiling.

“You can’t return me.”

Jacob elbows her gently. “Yeah, well, you don’t have to worry. We got rid of the receipt and it’s too late to take you back now. Your sister, though…”

“No!” Delilah shouts. Charlotte squirms away from the bed and lands unsteadily on the floor in front of it.

“Let’s go, Lilah!” she yells, entirely too loud for this early in the morning. “Come on, before he takes us back!”

Delilah scrambles out of her mother’s arms and her tiny feet hit the floor. She follows Charlotte out of the bedroom and down the hallway, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her voice carries, bounces off the high ceilings, and Rook wonders just how many tired folks she’s going to have to apologize to at breakfast this morning.

When they’re gone, Jacob laughs and rolls back over. Rook raises her eyebrows at him when he leans down close to her.

“I’ve learned,” he says quietly, looking pleased with himself, “that threats are a very effective technique for repelling nosy children.”

“That so?

“So far, so good,” he says, nosing in to kiss her lips.

[bittersweetaucreator]

Delilah: Yes, but not as ticklish as Bonnie, though every spot is a tickle spot.

Okay, I got to know has anyone has tried to get Goldie to eat normal foods if so how is it going so far??

Delilah: Oh, that's not a problem. Goldie will eat anything the problem is Goldie would eat ANYTHING.

Delilah: I once caught him eating clean toilet paper.

[crashcoursemaster]

Is Delilah ticklish? (Does she like it or hate it?)

They learned early on that’s she’s not a fan.

[fillianore-moved]

9, 11, 15, 16, 22, 24!!!

thank you so much, dariaa! ✨

9. darkest backstory: nera vs lightest backstory: sana virag

(this took a while, because light backstories machine broke smh)

11. most ticklish: sora hawke vs cruellest tickler: cassia montal

15. optimistic: fina vs pessimistic: adrasteia 

16. most secretive: delilah frye vs most open: margot varin

22. biggest reader: anaiah terano vs hasn’t touched a book in 3 years: cirinna blueshade

24. most flirtatious: violetta haines vs most modest: evelyn harper

(honestly though, all my ocs are at least a bit thotty so nobody is really too modest, but evelyn is the least likely to flirt off the bat)

[send me a number and i’ll make rival pairs of my ocs🌸]

[viiavi]

Get to know me tag

3 more traits to add to the 3 that’s been on my profile for a long time now.

I was tagged by @galaxysuede​. Thank you!! ♥

I tag @ceechalla, @vvildhoneypie, @bloomlet, @naelu, @keysims, @shellywellylove, @nolan-sims, @a-kind-red, @simxiety, @frostsims21, @racingllama, @foursims and whoever else is interested!

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Jay

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Still Jay, lol

3. BIRTHDAY? Summer baby

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? I don’t read as much as I used to, but growing up, I was a huge Goosebumps fan. Now, I’m waiting for the next book in the Song of Ice and Fire series

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Yes!

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Now, idk. But as a child, I loved Mary Downing Hahn.

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION?  I don’t have a favorite radio station, but I really enjoy 96.5 with Delilah because I’m an old fart

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Coffee.

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? amazing

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? "Evan Finds the Third Room” by Khruangbin

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Bamboozled.

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? Shades of Man by Khruangbin

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Parks & Rec is good, Breaking Bad, The Good Place.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yes! Not as much as I used to though

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Failure and loneliness

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I’m a problem solver.

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I lack patience

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Dogs 100%

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Spring

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Yes!

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Peace of mind/less responsibilities.

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? My boyfriend

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Dark brown

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Dark brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? My family, my boyfriend, my friends and my dogs

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Boyfriend, again. He is the only person I can truly be myself with

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? See above. Also, my family and my dogs.

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Yes! I’m excited for a trip I’m going to soon!

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Coffee and video games

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Sailor Moon, Are you Afraid of the Dark, All That

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? I think we already know this... starts with a B, ends with a D

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? I would like to say no, but I am

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Not really... all of mine are pretty common

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both!

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Gardening

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? I don’t remember. I think a documentary about fragrances

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Violin

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Orangutans

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? Look at my blogroll for that.

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? I would love telekinesis/telepathy. Or, the power to materialize anything you desire

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? By the ocean, or when I’m gardening

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? I appreciate the small things in life, so I smile to a lot of things, and would be too tedious to list

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? Tennis

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Water, all the way.

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? A month ago?

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Yes!

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? Passive aggressiveness, though I am guilty of it myself sometimes

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yes! The latest one I went to was Journey’s with my Madre

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? No, I have to force myself to eat most veggies

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? A scientist

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Gonna go with Harry Potter world for this

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Finances and health.

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? I’m a little embarrassed to admit that yes, I still am.

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? Yes! No one is saying I’m good at it though, lmao

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? Once, maybe? Idk, I actually liked school

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? The beach!

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? A little town by the sea

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Yup, I have 3 dogs

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? For a long time, I considered myself a night owl, but now that I’m older, I think I’m leaning more towards early bird

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunrises! I love walking on crisp mornings with the sun just starting to peak through the horizon

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yes! And I must say, it is BORING AF

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Headphones! Earbuds never stay in my ear

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yes, for four years

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? Not sure

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? My mom! She is the most patient, caring, emphatic, talented and hard working person that I know. I strive to one day be as good of a person as her

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? I used to. Me, Garfield and Archie Comics go way back

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? Intolerance

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? The real thing. Reading on a electronic device all day makes my head hurt

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Microbiology

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? I have an older sister and brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A foot massager for my mom

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 160cm

75. CAN YOU COOK? Yes! But I don’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Coffee, bouganvilleas, and bear hugs

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? People who litter, broken promises, and when people don’t give me a sufficient amount of time to do/prepare for something

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? Nowadays, I have more male friends

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Straight

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? The US.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? My sister

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday, while watching a documentary, lol

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? Laura from Garden Answers, lol

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? Nope.

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? The calculator app, lol

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I’m definitely closer to my mother than I am to my father. My dad and I have had a strained relationship while I was growing up, but now that I’m out of the house, our relationship has gotten better.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? I love the Creole accent

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Too many places

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 4 and 47

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I can juggle one ball

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Not really. But as I’ve gotten older, I feel a little bit more religious than I was before

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? That’s a tough question, and definitely not one I can choose between. Both are really interesting

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? Eh, sometimes

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Dog dander

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? No

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Only when I also move my entire face

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Certainly not an easy thing to do, but I admit that I’m wrong most of the time

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? I love both! But I’m drawn to large bodies of water

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? It’s on the tip of my tongue... tip of my tongue 😕

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? I don’t think so, lol

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Hufflepuff

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Yes, and I’m not afraid to admit it

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? I’m an introvert, but can be an extrovert when liquid courage is around

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? I used to

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yes, wholeheartedly

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Pick it up, look around, call out and probably mail it back to the person who lost it

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes! Everyone is capable of change. Though the rate of growth varies greatly from individual to individual, so the amount of change you may hope to see is often not what you get. Giving people second chances and wanting to grow takes a lot of time and patience.

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Certainly

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes, and I hate them

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? My ears

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Let’s go with Captain America with this one, idk

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Yes, I have 2!

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Cutting toxic people from my life

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Yes, definitely

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? I do, though, my simself aint wearing any

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Absolutely

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My boyfriend is one of the smartest people I know

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? I took my dog to the groomer’s and she asked for my dog’s name, and brain kept glitching and making my mouth say “Boner”

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Who hasn’t?

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? YES!! I love spontaneity

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? I don’t think so

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 31

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? “Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one” - Bruce Lee

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Savory.