#Nym Thoughts

[lesbonym]

★ Need me a large monster/werewolf wife that forces me into cuddles. Maybe she can smell when I'm not feeling good, but I can't admit it. Or she's just craving some affection. Since she's so big, she can just lay on top of me and pin me beneath her cozy and fuzzy body. She could use her size to get whatever she wanted, but she just nuzzles and loves on me until she can smell that bad scent fading away.

I'm all hers anyway, not just for her pleasure but in every way.

[lesbonym]

★ MOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMYMOMMY

can’t get her out of my head

[intheticklecloset]

One of the scariest things I ever did was share my tickle fics with the internet. But it's also been one of the most gratifying, freeing, overall best experiences of my life. Opening the door to sharing my plethora of tickle thoughts and fandom fics has been such an amazing journey. I've gotten to connect and become friends with people I never would have had the privilege to meet otherwise. And I finally found my people, after a childhood of thinking I was alone.

So, if you're a new fic writer or fan artist or just new to the tickle scene in general and don't know where to start, I'd say the best way is to just go for it. Do it. Share the thing. Start the conversation. It's scary, yes, but absolutely rewarding, too.

I couldn't be happier that I did it myself.

[coquelicoq]

i love when jin ling gets up even though he's clearly still unconscious and wangxian don't do anything because they're like wait let's see where he's going with this. and he starts climbing back inside the wall. classic teen behavior.

[nightmarist]

Interesting little thing, Sorn and Nym Orlith's names can both be found in the "male" section of drow names from Dragon Magazine (Sorn meaning enchanted or spell, Nym meaning skeleton or skull, and possibly Orly-th meaning Guild of Challenges).

Sorn says they fled because male drow are treated like dogs. At first I figured it meant his sister went with him for a genuine care of her brother and twin (and perhaps still is the case) but I wonder if Nym is trans and transitioned after leaving the Underdark but kept her name.

[offonaherosjourney]

The funniest BY FAR media mix-up I've ever had was that considerable period of time where Mad Max, RuPaul's Drag Race, and Priscilla Queen of the Desert were all somehow one and the same in my head.

I'd give ANYTHING for the luxury of being able to experience the narrative and worldbuilding my brain constructed with the scraps it had obtained via cultural osmosis.

And that is why I occasionally lie awake wishing that a movie about a drag queen competition in the form of a race across a post apocalyptic desert was something I could watch.

[nymika-arts]

Oh no trust me. The episode was a slap in the face regardless of whether or not Bobby is alive. At least with the Bobby alive part, he’s alive and there. Dead? And that was the ep? Unacceptable. But it’s like you said, where the hell were the scenes of them actually grieving ?? Even if they were apart because grief can bring people together or tear them apart where was the emotion?? Why is the bald man so focused on these emergencies when he is fumbling one of the best ensemble casts we have? Let them fucking act human! Let them act like their characters. Just ugh. I will keep watching but I just feel so betrayed honestly

yeah if he's alive at least we can let the ep fade from our memories and pretend it never happened 🥲 the show will also do this.

anyway yeah i don't think they actually remember who their characters are they just write dialogue and assign it to whoever they want in the scene. and writing is difficult u know so let's just skip any emotional character stuff that we might have to think too hard about. angela basset will carry the ep anyway 😃👍

[lesbonym]

★ Need please 🥺

hello, waiter? yeah, i’d like one human who comes into my den late at night looking for shelter from the blizzard and only struggles a little bit when my tail curls around their leg and drags them into my wings for me to use as a cute little living plushie, please

[lesbonym]

Alright, so, a little honesty or something ig. I know I went a little missing on here and other places for almost a week, and I wanted to get a little serious in order to explain. After weeks of hell before my breakup, being heartbroken, losing so much trust in people I thought loved and cared about me, cutting off a lot of toxic people, and just being alone for too long, I spiraled a lot. I don't plan to go into much detail because that's uncomfortable, but I went to the hospital to get some help and didn't have access to my phone. It's going to take me some time to heal and gain trust back in romantic relationships, but I'm okay, and I'm here.

Yes, I know this means that I'm single, but please don't try to ask me out. I will literally lose my shit, so please don't. I don't want to date for a very long time :)

[blueberry-bruises]

Hey yknow how I haven’t written in a million years? Uh. Broke that streak have this tiny morsel.

To Be A Trophy

Prologue

Content warnings: Whumper POV, war, removal/potential damage to prosthetic limbs, mention of burns (not explicit and old/healed over), soldier whumpee, reference to religion (fictional), priest whumpee, reference to houses burning, no beta reader or second draft bc I will lose all motivation that way lmao

Alrighty! Redo number three of the same goddamn series (second redo on my old acc, og is… no place, i think, but you are welcome to try if you remember someone who rbed before it was deleted. Originally published under Collared Prince but uh. Didn’t like the abbreviation of CP being on my laptop’s files lmao)

This version focuses way less on Tarron and Nym and more on some of the other characters, mainly Linari, Lucia, and Saffron :3

I don’t think anyone will want to but if you want to be on a taglist lmk, I’ll try my best lmao.

Princess Lucia Marie Deux looked out over the battlefield. Calling it that was an exaggeration, really. A few houses were ablaze, but other than that, it could be mistaken for a normal, painfully boring afternoon.

Guards flanked her on either side as she crossed from their makeshift camp towards the church across the road. She walked with her head held high, cold, icy blue eyes meeting bleary grey ones. The figure standing across from her set the tattered white shirt they had been waving aside. Lucia signaled her guards to restrain them.

“You won’t even ask our terms?” The elf choked out, voice hoarse from shouting, as their arms were seized (one came off in the process, startling a guard who was, apparently, unaware of it being a prosthesis).

“Like you have any grounds to negotiate.” Lucia retorted. “The rest of your people are inside?”

“Like I’d tell you,” they snarled. The guard not preoccupied with their arm kicked them, sending their leg flying and causing it to nearly hit Lucia.

She sighed and glowered at the guard at fault, before turning her attention back to the captured soldier. “No more blood needs to be shed.”

“Then why the hell are you still here?”

Lucia bent her knee, crouching so she was at eye level with them. “You cannot protect them any more than you can stop the tides. Those who are deemed of value to Dubfort will be taken. The rest will go free. Those are our terms.”

The soldier glared at her. She waved the guards to drag them aside and allow her to enter the building.

The first thing that struck her was how few people there were. They were mostly children and the elderly. The few others scattered about were all either injured or disabled, limping or on crutches or otherwise immobile. They hadn’t been able to fight or evacuate, it seemed. It appeared that the group had been milling around, stressing, and treating their injuries before she had entered. The entire group, around forty people, froze in their spots as she did.

At the center of the chaos was a young elf, in their twenties at most, in a wheelchair and priest’s robes. Their eyes, shadowed by large round glasses, locked eyes with Lucia.

They pushed themself forward, posture confident and mouth set into a firm line. A younger girl, who looked a great deal like them, tried to stop them but was brushed off. Lucia noted that they both looked like the soldier from outside.

“Where is Nym?” they asked.

“Nym?”

“They were the one waving the white flag. We surrendered. According… According to code fifteen, section three point A-”

“No harm has come to them.” Lucia cut the priest off. “The rest of you!” she shouted, “Line up, hands where we can see them. Try anything and you will be shot.”

The group complied, save for some crying children who were coaxed into position quickly enough. Lucia watched them. A few of the younger adults looked particularly worried. She couldn’t find it in her to blame them.

The guards had dragged the soldier⚊ Nym, the priest had said⚊ in, and were forcing them to stand (or, well, slump, with their leg and arm missing) with the others. They moved to be next to the priest and teen who looked like them.

Lucia strolled up the line, considering her options, but found her eyes drawn to Nym. Their body was in rough shape, badly burned on one side. The wounds were old, but they still winced when the teen girl grabbed the stump of their arm to stabilize them. She looked over to the priest. They looked at Nym concernedly, gently guiding them to sit on the floor. Their eyes were beautiful, pale green and speckled with soft gold. Lucia had heard rumor of the Blessed priest of Garranuisce, one of the few who Solace had ever chosen as prophets. Linari, their name was.

“You.” she murmured. “You’ll do nicely.

Taglist: @whattheheckiswhump

[dameronswife]

*gripping the bars of my enclosure* no no you don't get it, all throughout tlj, poe is the embodiment of the light side, he is given the beacon that is meant to guide rey home, the tether that pulls her back after spending so much of the film being drawn to the dark, and it goes from leia to finn to poe, he's literally one of three physical embodiments of the light side - do - DO YOU SEE WHAT I AM PUTTING DOWN DO YOU HE IS SURROUNDED BY LIGHT AND SUN IMAGERY FOR A REASON, IN THIS ESSAY I WILL

[feral-ass-raccoon]

lazy midnight doodles of the girls from last week!!

don't get me wrong, i have more dnd characters, these are just the headshots of a few current ones

[dameronswife-2]

these are messy as hell and i'm sticking them here to avoid the fandom but i had a Vision and had to execute it immediately

[tfa-archived]

i know it's bound to have happened at some point but the idea of jedi possibly having sex IN the jedi temple is one I cannot wrap my head around. can you even imagine trying to get dicked down when everyone within an [x] mile radius is an empath. I would rather crawl into a hole and die tbh

[sunfloralchaos]

Im also re-visiting Nym as a character, but they're durge now,

still going to lean not evil otherwise and astarion romance

[offonaherosjourney]

The downside to all this queer media releasing in such a short span of time is that season 2 of Heartstopper and the Red, White and Royal Blue movie are going to come out but I'm still going to be processing Good Omens 2