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puppyie-innit · 9 days ago

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definition of a ler:

found from instantgwam :3

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puppyie-innit · 27 days ago

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when you hold up a piece of used clothin/alreday wearin it an you smile to yurself with a flushed face, a pink blush startin to dust yur cheeks as you whisper:

“i was loved in this shirt.”

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puppyie-innit · 11 days ago

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Hiya sis. Been feelin super exhausted like socially and physically (you already know why) but you mean so so much to me and wanna wish you a happy birthday on here for all the sweet ppl who engage with yous on tumblr ^^.

Sorry I had to miss your birthday this year (you know how badly I wanted to be there..) but I hope you enjoyed all the sweet presents and fun you had with everyone else who was there!

fank wu big bruder, rlly appreciate dat ^~^ it otay, i hav alreday forgiven yous, an birfday was still fun wif mommy an daddy an all of my fwens on tumblr hehe

i wuv an miss yous sososooooo much an am countin down da days till i get to see yous again, ..an get t-worded >\\\< anywayyssss thankies for always bein there for me, even if it’s not in person. lookin forward to huggin yous again, dis message means so much to me dinoboy, wuv wuuu

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puppyie-innit · 2 years ago

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wholesome teases, nicknames, an sillyness in frenship, that mean A LOT to me but can't admit it:

(t-word edition!)

“I would call ya giggler, but we both know yur more like a gigglee…” (SO SMART BUT SO- MMMHHH 😖)

“M gonna getchaaaa!~” (meanie not sayin this enough 😠)

“Both haaannddsss~” (ESCAPE MODE ACTIVATED)

“Coochiecoochiecoooo!!!” (Slippin, slippin, slIPPIN!!)

“ ..Sorry, was i.. ticklin you!?” (in the baby talk voice tooooo, am alreday meltin)

“Hiiii Gigggllleeesss!~” (thank God for tumblr an my amazin dino boy 🦖.. even tho it’s NoT mY nAmEee, stupid nickname- I lov- HATE it)

“Yur adorable-“ (🫠 nuh-uh!)

“The chikin goes…” 🐓🦆🦃 (i was so confused when it firs happened, but i love an miss this so much)

“Puupppyyy, good puppy!!~” “She’s practically my little sister” (curls up in a ball, these make me so happyfull!! 🐕😋)

“3…” (..uh oh)

“2-“ (here it comes..)

“1..!” (cue me gettin to it firs, hehe!)

“i can make it feel better-“ (plz ❤️‍🩹)

“Challenge accepted!-“ (..oh)

“dun dun… dun dun…. dun dun dun dun.. dun dun dun dun- ..dunnnnnnnnnnnnn!” (Sharky, circlin around me like a sharkyyy 🦈)

“i happen to know a weakness of yurs~” (🤫)

“do i need to tickle you?” (MOST DEFINITELY YES)

“c’mere” (jus a hug right? ..Awh :< uH I mean, GOOD 🫂)

“do you wan the rules to be the same like before?” (cant remember how ya worded it but yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!)

“Aaawh, you embarrassed? All flustered an flutteryyy??~” (absolutely not💗🦋)

“..an guess wat? m the tickle monster..”(CRUMBLES- SINCE WHEN?! YUR THE VILLIAN, MEMBER??)

“Anticipation!” (EEP)

“This must take a lot of self control for you right now..” (not at all, want do ya meeaaannn 😵‍💫)

“I like makin ya happy” (🫶 💜)

“Yur gonna be so itchy after this-“ (WELL NOW THAT YOU SAID IT)

“Wats this button doo?” (not the dAnGeR zOnE, nuuuu!)

“PoCkEtTsSss!!”

“Ya said you weren't ticklish here, member?” (M NOT, ITS A REFLEX)

Me when he used to snap his fingies: “Eh, this is fine”

Me realizin there's a purpose now of: (snaps fingers and ups your level of ticklishness by 100) “..oh no” (YAYYYYY)

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“Wat happens if i doonnttt?”

“Ooo, wats this!?” (deflection!)

“Watcha gonna do bout it? >:3”

“..jus tense, stressed- that’s all” (i despise massages an scratchies an pat pats, they feel so good thoooo ^~^)

“STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME-“ (🙈 AAAAHHH)

“Am i botherin you? Is this a nerve??” (snarky cuz it’s the only hints i can give ;w;)

“Evil, very very evil- STAHP DOIN THAT!”

“This doesn’t do anyth- ..oki”

“M not even- that… thing”

“tables hav turned, hehe!!” (ruthlessly- but not painfully, targets yur neck 🐢)

“REVENGE!!” (Hero time!!!)

”yur too weak” “m not scared of you!” (HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTIN THE HINTS >:p)

”this is mine now-“ (CMON BRO, it’s very obvious wat. m. doin)

“TAG, yur it!” (Chase chase chASE CHASEEE❣️)

“Don’t even think about it-“ (🥺 pwease do think about it)

“YOU SAID THE WORD-“

“Ooooo, exposure-”

“FlaiLeR >:D”

“..darn, got last place again? Oh well-“ (😇)

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puppyie-innit · 1 month ago

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tickles for when yur sick/feelin icky っ◞ ﻌ ◟ς

my stupid big bruder has dis new old habit of playin doctor wif me..

like checkin reflexes an sayin how the t-word is soo important for my health

i love hate it

(bubbie knows how much ive always feared doctors an avoid em, especially when it comes to shots an strong smells.. so i fink dis is kinda his way of comfortin an showin me dat not all doctors are scary, an none of em are designed to hurt me.. i wuv him)

anyways, here’s a scenario story thingy inspired by it:

The room is quiet except for the hum of an old heater and the rustle of blankets as I burrow deeper into my makeshift cocoon. Sick days are supposed to be restful, but my “doctor” has other plans. He leans over, stethoscope in hand—an actual one, from who knows where—and mutters somethin about checkin my reflexes.

I groan, already suspicious.

He gently pokes at my side, and I squeak involuntarily. “Ah-ha,” he says, with mock seriousness. “Reflexes are still sharp. Good sign.”

“St-stop!” I squirm, but I’m smilin now, even if my stuffy nose makes it harder to breathe. His fingers dance along my ribs like they have a mind of their own, “examinin” every ticklish spot they can find.

“It’s important for your health!” he insists, ignorin my half-hearted protests as I wriggle under his grip.

He doesn’t stop, of course. He never does when I’m laughin like this, even when I’m breathless and weak from bein sick. His hands shift to my tummy, givin it the lightest scribbles that somehow feel the worst.

“See? Tummy’s all jumpy. Definitely a sign of improvement,” he teases, grinnin like he’s cracked some groundbreakin medical discovery.

“Y-you’re the worst doctor ever!” I manage between giggles, kickin weakly at the blankets, which only traps me more.

“Worst?” he gasps dramatically, pressin a hand to his chest as if I’ve wounded him. “I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in tickle-ology.”

I whine through a laugh, half-buryin my face in the pillow to muffle the sound. “That’s not even a real thing!”

“Sure it is! And as a certified tickle doctor, I prescribe more giggles to cure what ails you.” His fingers find the spot just under my arms, and I squeal, thrashin as much as my sick, blanket-bound self can.

“Nooo! I’m—hehe—healthy! I swear! You don’t need to—eee!—check anymore!”

He slows for a moment, just enough to let me catch my breath, but his hands rest threateningly near my sides. “Hmm… I dunno. Maybe one last checkup. I have to be thorough, after all.”

I growl, both dreadin and secretly lovin what’s coming next. “You’re evil.”

“And you’re giggly. Now hold still—doctor’s orders!”

I want to hate it—really, I do—but I love the way he makes me feel safe even when I’m too sick to do much else. His silly “doctor” game doesn’t hurt; it just reminds me that some things, like him, are soft, warm, and safe.