#bound and tickled

[jackinhofejr]

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[mortifying-macaroni]

Hi I'm back to annoy u with more questions

How devout is Gretchen within the Sabbat? Does she worship the Dark Father or is she just sorta indifferent to the spiritual elements in favor of political ones?

Addendum, has Gretchen every encountered the Bahari? Did she have any problems with their scorn for Caine and worship of Lilith?

HIII!!!! Omg, hun you are not annoying me at all! I'm very touched by your curiosity so THANK YOUUUU!!! While Gretchen does believe in Caine, she's not fanatical about it. She didn't pay mind to any divine beings growing up nor is she doing that now. The primary thing she's devoted to is her work and nurturing her power. Her laboratory is that sacred place where she gets to withdraw herself from everyone's noise by indulging in her research. Though Gretchen never encountered the Bahari thus far, of course she heard other Sabbat whispering scornfully about them during her visits to Eastern Europe. Instead of sharing their distaste, she rather found herself intrigued by what they represent and has no reasons to disregard Lilith worship, thinking that it's just as legitimate, even resonating with the Dark Mother in the aspects of self-loyalty, being above morality, pursuit of knowledge and power and resisting humanity. If anything, she respects the cults despite their mission to dismantle the Church of Caine, but she doesn't openly admit it in order to avoid scrutiny. And if she were to cross paths with the Bahari, she wouldn't attack unless provoked.

[arbiterlexultionis]

Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

[jackinhofejr]

[allnightstay]

Day 8 - Nuzzles 🐙

Summary: Jinwoo finds himself in yet another dungeon. But this one felt strange. He encounters something unlike he's ever seen before. Or felt...

TW: intense rough tickling and some cursing

Lee: Jinwoo

Ler: Monster 🐙

A/N: This contains no spoilers. Midway Season 1 Jinwoo. He's not quite the little boy but also not the opposite.

Another day, another dungeon. Except he was solo on this one (no pun intended). His goal was to try and get through 5 before end of day. If that was even possible. Something felt off about this one, he thought. Whatever was lurking in at the end of the tunnel gave him a vibe he felt he'd never encountered before.

Continuing forward, he enters a somewhat small-opening area, but there's literally nothing there. Thinking he'd reached a dead end, he turns to head back the way he came from, until he felt the floor rumble.

Then it stopped.

Perhaps there was something here? The blue eyed boy froze, waiting to see if something else would happen.

The floor rumbled again.

Jinwoo positions himself, ready for something to possibly come from underground. He backs up when he sees a little hole begining to form on the floor.

Within seconds, two large tentacle-like objects come flying out from each wall on either side of him. It grabs him by the wrists, lifting him up, with two other arms coming from underneath, grabbing his ankles.

"Wh- what the!?"

Jinwoo pulls at his arms, looking both ways confused at what exactly was going on, and completely oblivious to the three other tentacles appearing right in front of him.

"Argh!! I can't get these things off of me!!" He yells, unfortunately he was by himself.

The three arms reach up, face level with the boy, and begin... nuzzling his neck? What in the world, what kind of dungeon is this??

Jinwoo begins slightly panicking, being that he can't move nor can he stop the ticklish sensation forming around his neck. He's worried this thing might hurt him, he needs a solution, quickly.

"Ahahehe, ugh!! Get these things off of mehehe!" He hates that he's laughing, first off, and growing increasingly annoyed at the fact that he's stuck.

One arm then creeps down to his waist, circling him in a hugging type of way, but the slithering is becoming even more unbearable on his skin. It tickles like hell. The other two arms slide under his shirt, reaching upward to his underarms.

You can't be serious.

Instinctively, Jinwoo starts thrashing around attempting to free himself, holding in his laughter in the moment of panic, but finds it incredibly hard to do so.

The two arms start flicking in his underarms, with the third around his waist now trickling around his belly button.

"Hmmnngg ahahAHAHAHA!! AHHH HAHAHA FUCKK!! NAHAHAHA PLEASEHEHEHEASE!! DOHOHON'T!!"

He's unsure of why he's even asking, begging really. Can it even understand him?

"NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAMMIT!!" He fights even more to release himself from the tight hold he's in, but with zero luck.

It felt affectionate in the weirdest way, it kept "hugging" him yet it tickled like crazy.

One arm went from under his shirt to back up to his neck, nuzzling it again. He couldn't handle it. It was beginning to be too much.

"HAHAHA PLEHEHE- I CAHAHAHAN'T!!! NAAAHAHA STOHOHOHOP!!"

The arm around his waist slows to a stop, slides down his leg, and stops by his feet. It removes his shoe, and finally his sock.

"GOHOHOD NOOOHOHO PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!!"

Little sprouts form around the tip of the tentacle, individualizing into little tickly strands. His foot was about to be completely covered in ticklish sensations.

Each little tendril wrapped around his foot and placed themselves at each toe, while the bigger main piece remained at the center of his foot.

They all begin scratching, lightly flickering, some faster than the other, and some with a bit more pressure.

"NAHAHAHA OH MY GOHOHOD!!! Jinwoo could hardly breathe. The intensity of his torment was unlike anything he's ever felt. Sure he'd had plenty of ticklish memories in his past, but nothing like this.

10 minutes pass. During that time, another arm had surfaced and took hold of his other foot in the same way the other tentacle did.

He's nearly crying, frustration and giddy disbelief drowning him. He hasn't been tickled in forever but jeez this was not the way he'd want it to come back.

Another 10 minutes pass, and it finally lets up on him, lowering him and quickly disappearing, arms slithering back in their holes.

What the fu- his mind was running wild, he was still catching his breath, trying to put it all together.

He immediately ran out, despite not "finishing" this dungeon. The hell with it. He did not care one bit. All he cared about was leaving and never coming back.

Hopefully he never runs into this dungeon again.

[iturastudios-twordblog]

Two sisters hanging out at the beach post idk it's 12:50pm my sleep medicine hasn't been working.

Late (really late) night doodles.

[punkrogue]

some fucking idiot: when we say "magneto was right" we're saying he's right about society and shit not supporting his terrorist actions

me: don't lump me in with your cowardly ass i'm in full throated support of his terrorism. sentinels, purifiers, the mardies etc are all real and exist and want mutants dead and literally no one gives a single shit. they'd rather pass the mutant registration act and make "scaly lives matter" jokes on twitter then help stop the genocide of mutants. it's a good thing actually he's blowing shit up and he should do more of it actually.

[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.)

[veryblushyswitch]

Aa hello!! If you feel up for it, I'd love to request 14. with ler Hanako and lee Minamoto!✨️

“Come at me. I dare you.”

Summary: Kou quickly loses a rematch with Hanako. But Hanako won’t let him be a sore loser.

Lee: Kou

Ler: Hanako

“What did you just say?” Hanako questioned. The wind on the rooftop of the school making some leaves fly across the ground in dramatic effect.

“Come at me. I dare you.” Kou stood his ground. Planting his feet firmly and holding his fists up in a fighting stance. Needless to say, he looked kind of silly. In Hanako’s opinion at least.

“Oh~ you’re really picking a fight with me?” Hanako flew up to Kou’s face almost causing Kou to flinch, but he kept himself still despite the uncomfortable popping of his personal space bubble.

“Do you not remember what happened last time? And that was when you had your staff.” Hanako gave Kou a boop to his nose. Kou glared at the spirit in front of him. “Like I said. Come at me. I dare you.”

In all honesty, he wasn’t that enraged. He was more so… bored. Bored and annoyed with Hanako. He thought if he could beat him in a fight that maybe he could get some respect from the specter.

“If you say so~” Hanako shrugged before rushing forward at the speed of light. Kou yelped, not ready for the quickness of the ghost. Kou stumbled back a bit when they collided. Hand in hand each trying to get the other one off balance. Hanako smiled the whole time, his feet not even touching the ground.

Within a few minutes, Kou found himself on the ground in the same position as their last fight. Admitting defeat, Kou laid flat on his back, arms outstretched palms to the sky.

“Gotcha again~” Hanako teased, making himself comfortable on Kou’s thighs. Even going as far to lean forward on his elbows, each one on the side of Kou’s waist. His face inches away from Kou’s. Kou didn’t say anything and just turned his face to the side.

“Aww c’mon. Don’t be a sore loser.” Hanako say up, using Kou’s sides to push himself up. A strangled squeak filled the silent roof, Kou slapping his hands across his lips. Hanako smirked. Oh this was going to be fun.

“Lemme see that smile, Minamoto!” Hanako moved his hands to start squeezing at the sensitive skin on Kou’s sides. Kou gasped and grabbed onto Hanako’s wrists.

“N-Noho! Stohop it!” Kou gripped onto the ghost and tried his hardest to keep his giggles at bay. It was a pretty hard task. Kou was… very ticklish. To say the least.

“Aww~ is the little exorcist a little ticklish?” Hanako teased moving his hands up to Kou’s ribs. This caused loud laughter to pierce the air around them. “Or should I say really ticklish! My gosh, Kou, you’re super ticklish aren’t you?” Hanako continued to squeeze and prod in between each ticklish bone.

Counting each rib out loud one by one to make Kou squeal and squirm with each tickle and squeeze. He even “lost count” a few times just to start over again and again. Kou stopped gripping Hanako’s wrists and resorted to trying his hardest to squeeze his arms against his sides. But all efforts to stop Hanako’s tickly hands would be useless.

“HAHAHAHAHAHANAHAKOHOHOHO! STAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Kou’s legs kicked against the ground. Hanako just giggled along, kneading circles into the most ticklish parts of Kou’s ribs. Even going as far as to wiggle the fingers that were on his back.

“STAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Sorry I could understand that. Maybe a new spot will help?” Hanako removed his hands giving the poor exorcist a break. The break was short lived when he felt electricity run all up and down his legs.

“Nohohohoho! Nahat the knehehehees!” Kou squealed. His knees always made him let out the most adorably squeal filled giggles according to his older brother. Hanako just giddily laughed as he watched his friend crumble beneath his ghostly ticklish touch.

“You gotta admit this is a pretty cute weakness to have Mr. Exorcist~” Hanako started to scribble underneath Kou’s knees. Kou arched his back with a loud laugh. He reached forward kicking his legs, trying to push Hanako off of him. His strength was depleted, leaving his arms to struggle even lifting themselves off the ground.

“StahahAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! Heheheheheheh! Nohohohoho!” Kou couldn’t focus on anything other than how fucking bad it tickled. Hanako alternating between squeezing the tops of his knees and scribbling the underside. This left Kou victim in stitches and his face a blaze.

After a few more minutes of knee tickles and teases, Hanako stopped and rested his hands on his lap. He still sat on Kou’s waist as he gaped for breath.

“Yohou. Ahahare soho dead. That wahas so mehehean.” Kou’s stomach moved up and down as each breath seemed deeper than the last. His lungs selfishly breathing in all the air they could, as if Hanako could take any. Hanako simply chuckled and floated above his friend. Reaching a hand forward to help the, at first, reluctant Kou. Kou stood up with Hanako’s help, refusing to look into his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“What?! You said I dare you remember.” Hanako hovered next to Kou and gave him a quick scribble to the side. Kou yelped and slapped at the ghostly hand.

“Shuhut up.” He said sternly, but unable to hide the giggle in his voice. Hanako just smiled and wrapped his arms around Kou’s shoulder. A thing he did often to show his appreciation and affection towards the people he considered friends. Kou rolled his eyes and patted him on the head. Maybe one day he’ll be able to beat Hanako in a fight. But for now, he didn’t seem to mind losing as much as he used to.

[emophil1981]

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[elizabethrobertajones]

Not a familiar constellation or star in sight. Frog stared at the strange spattering of stars and couldn't feel a whisper of the connection her years of training as an Astrologian had gifted her.

Then she focussed and spoke the familiar words of spells that called out to the patrons of the stars who weren't present, whose associated stars were not even in the sky. And the warmth of the celestial blessing flooded her; the gaze she felt as she drew intercession down to heal answered in the very sigils of gods who weren't even born yet.

"Maybe it's the distant connection through the Crystal Tower," she mused, still dissatisfied and confused, but with no clue where to look next.

(A malm away in  Anagnorisis, Charmion shivered and blinked, and looked around at her coworkers, seeing they'd startled too. "Did you just feel Azem channel a tiny bit of aether from you too? I wonder what that was for! Maybe the familiar is still here and she needed some more?"

They shrugged about it as Weird Azem Things, the least of which had happened that afternoon, and went back to their work)

...

Frog still trying to understand how Astrologian worked out in Elpis before Myths of the Realm answered some very pressing questions and took the mystic woo out of AST's prayer-based spells.

"Job" for FFXIV Vanilla Gpose Challenge... My favourite thing you can do in just vanilla gpose is playing with all the spells and abilities, watching them frame by frame and appreciating details that whoosh by in combat.

.... yeah that's her current AST glam; if we're not using mods I'm not buying a half dozen pots of the expensive dark blue dye to recreate her levelling gear, we're errrrrrrrrr doing a meta commentary on the limitations of vanilla gpose for storytelling. Or time is fake in Elpis. :P