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I’ll never get over this clip

i cannot watch this vlog in school like i would every other vlog only bc i know that this happens in it💀🏃🏃

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@smoresbythefyresyde I feel like you’d like this

sometimes i wonder what my cat named me

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Cutest of patooties

Can we talk about Wilbur’s smile after he Tommy yells 😭😭

What a jumpscare

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All 4 of my wisdom teeth are gone and now I’m dumb

I’m at the dentist and I’m nervy

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Cute cute cute cute cute

#16 totally makes me think of Wilbur telling Tommy that he won’t do it, and then proceeding to just wreck Tommy and laugh at him.

yippie more crimeboys !!! ^_^

16- “I promise I won’t tickle you.”

“I promise I won’t tickle you.” Wilbur spoke calmly through the lie as his hands were currently held captive and away from Tommy, who had quite a firm grip on the brunette’s hands.

“You promise?” Tommy questioned him as he loosened his grip, but not fully letting go.

“I promise.”

With that, Tommy let go, foolishly believing Wilbur. He should know by now to never trust Wilbur in a situation like this.

“I lied!” Wilbur exclaimed as he tackled Tommy down to the floor, putting his hand behind the teen’s head so that he doesn’t hurt his head. Wilbur wrapped his arms around Tommy, his hands perfectly placed on his sides for him to start squeezing and clawing up and down his sides— which he did. And Tommy screamed.

“WiHILBUHUR! Nohot thEHERE! NAHAH!” Tommy threw his head back in laughter, his hands once again firmly gripped on Wilbur’s wrists. This time, however, he didn’t push his hands away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, would you rather me go here instead?” Wilbur smirked and moved his hands down to squeeze Tommy’s hips, then drilled his thumbs into the spot as best as he could with the position they were in.

“NOHOHO! THATS WOHORSE!” Tommy bucked his hips, squirming in Wilbur’s hold.

“Ohh, okay. So that must mean I should go here…” Wilbur moved his hands again, to Tommy’s stomach.

“NO! No, please! Wilbur, I’m begging you, man! You- I-.. We can talk about this, can’t we? I mean, I didn’t really even do anything so that means you don’t have to do thIIIIIS NOHOHOHO!” Tommy got cut off by his own shriek of laughter, as Wilbur got bored of the pleading and dug his fingers right in the center of Tommy’s stomach.

“Tickletickletickle~! You can’t escape me now, Toms! I’ve got you, you’re stuck in the grasp of the tickle monster.” He teased, laughing at Tommy’s groan of embarrassment.

“You’re so STUHUPIHIHID! SHUHUT UHUP!” Tommy threw his head back against Wilbur’s chest, laughing loudly. It took every bit of Wilbur’s being to not stop and just shower Tommy with affection and aww’s, he simply just found his brother to be too adorable. (/P!!!!!)

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Only because I don’t feel like killing you.” Wilbur chuckled as he stopped tickling Tommy, but didn’t stop hugging him.

“..Are you gonna let g-“ “No.” “Okay.”

They both lied there, somehow comfortably given they were on the floor, and contently. Wilbur wouldn’t trade moments like this for the world.

Tommy wouldn’t either, but he would never admit that.

[amitlee]

Currently 1500 words in for the new fic

I think I’ll release 2 versions, one for the tickle community and another with less tickles for the rest of the SBI community.

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My thoughts on the dream situation:

TLDR; I’m on the fence, but I won’t write or read for any of the Dream team. I love my friends and this community, but I’m taking necessary steps back.

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Honestly, I didn’t know there was a video and I haven’t watched it, nor am I going to watch it. I lost interest in the majority of the DSMP crowd a long time ago. The only people I still semi-keep up with are Tommy, Phil, Wilbur, Jack, Techno, Ranboo, Slime, and Sneeg.

That being said, the recent content from some of my mutuals has made me extremely uncomfortable, and I am going to unfollow a few of them. This doesn’t mean I don’t like my friends, but I don’t want to constantly see content that makes me uncomfortable on my feed. I will most likely not write for the dream team or others that I don’t keep up with, however you are still more than welcome to send me prompts/asks about them.

To my friends I’ve unfollowed: I’m sorry we’re not mutuals anymore, but I still love all of you very much and hope we can still be friends. The content we’re interested is too different for me to continue seeing it daily, but I’m not upset with any of you.

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On another note, I’ve been thinking about writing a Alien!SBI tickle fic. Basically humans are a mystery to aliens and Tommy just so happens to be a human with an alien crew.

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I took your year review and ate it

when do we get our year in review thing??? last year we I got mine on the 8th 😪

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THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE!!!!

Mia! How ya doing? Can I please request a fic where Dazai softly wrecks Sigma? (If you write for ships, romantically, but if you don't, platonically is just fine!). Mannnn, Sigma is possibly the most touch-starved character in BSD and I just wanna scoop him up and hug him.

I'm just thinking of Fyodor walking into the situation where Dazai has Sigma softly pinned against his chest as he traces up and down his sides and nuzzles his neck and Sigma calls out, 'Fyodor! Help meeee! Pleaaase!" between his giggles and Fyodor has a fucking panic attack because he gets flashbacks to the events of 'You Make Me Weak' LOOLZ.

perpetual in motion

pairings: lee!sigma, ler!dazai

word count: 1.3k words!

a/n: of course!! thank you for your request, anon! :D and you're so real for that- sigma is absolutely lovely. i had no clue how to add fyodor into a concept like this so i apologize for the lack of, and for how long this took me to write 😭 and yes i'm back for now. do enjoy!!

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Having Dazai’s arms casually resting around his waist was jarring, at first, for Sigma. Touch was scary, especially around areas vulnerable to attacks or pain. Agony had become his mistress during the time spent with the Decay of Angels.

But this was the first time since their shared escape that Dazai had smelled this good, the first time he’d felt this calm, so, timidly, he allowed it. It doesn’t help that each touch sends warmth through his skin, especially when Dazai sighs and nuzzles at his neck, and shivers run through his body.

Sigma sighs into the embrace, consoling himself with the thought that, if Dazai wanted him dead, he would’ve already succeeded.

“Feeling alright?” asks Dazai, his words a mumble. His sentence splits the haze of Sigma’s thoughts, the comfort of their living room— his answer takes him a moment.

“Is there any reason not to be?”

“Well…” says Dazai, pressing a peck to Sigma’s neck, who twitches. “You shiver whenever I touch you liiiike this.” The hand above Sigma’s hip flicks up, and tingles crawl down his spine again. He can’t help a full body shudder, alongside his lips curling, and Dazai huffs. “See??”

“It’s not a bad feeling,” says Sigma, surprised Dazai had brought it up only to ensure he was comfortable. He’d just guessed it was his body reacting to the touch. “It feels nice. You have no reason to be concerned, thank you.”

“You know I always have a reason to be concerned.”

Sigma rolls his eyes, gently arching into Dazai’s warmth. The latter encourages the motion, laying back on the couch so Sigma can follow. “You can keep telling yourself that.”

“But you like my concern, no? Am I wrong?”

With a scoff, Sigma turns the other way. It was true, and they both knew it. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me anyways!”

“I do,” sighs Sigma. For once, death was the last thing on his mind. “I do. I guess it’s my job to be the reasonable one.”

Dazai tsks with a small laugh as he whispers into Sigma’s ear. “Oh, so you want me to be unreasonable? I can be unreasonable.” 

Sigma can’t help but laugh.

“It is a word I’d already use to describe you. Like how we were minutes away from death, and your brilliant idea was to dance.”

“But I got us out,” huffs Dazai. “You’re so mean to me! So cruel!” Both his hands fidget against his partner’s shirt, tracing in a light motion, and Sigma twitches.

“I am not.”

“Are too.” The brunette laughs, shifting to clutch Sigma’s waist. “I’d bet you just love my attention, don’t you, belladonna? Love how when we were dancing, I’d held you like this?”

Sigma huffs, cursing how his cheeks instantly color pink at the accusation and silly nickname. Dazai’s actions should’ve set off some red flags in his mind, but they didn’t.

“No,” he says stubbornly, and Dazai tsks. “It was ridiculous.”

“Well, then... if not like that, then what if I add some… fun?”

Instantly, Dazai's hands curl into him, and Sigma jolts as the touch on his skin turns to few, and then many sources of feeling and sensation, scattered and darting all across his nerves. It was gentle but weirdly unbearable, and his hands darted without permission to tug at Dazai's strong grip. The horrible urge to laugh begins to rise, and Sigma's eyes widen.

“What- Dazai! Dazai, wait, that feels-“ Sigma hisses when he realizes he doesn’t have a word for the feeling, and he writhes but Dazai doesn't let up. “S- Strange!!”

"Ooh, good, good, you're ticklish," snickers Dazai, readjusting to pull Sigma closer. He wasn't at all bothered by his partner's feeble escape attempts. "Good. Fun!" His touches crawl up to knead at Sigma's ribcage, searching for something amid the divots, thumbs digging into the backs of the bone.

“Whahahat is thihihis?! Wh- What the hell??” gasps Sigma as he strains against Dazai’s wiggling fingers, but he was trapped. He wasn’t even sure why he was laughing. “Gehehehet ohohoff! No- Nohohohoho!!!”

“So cute. Just- so cute,” swoons Dazai happily. “You have the cutest laugh- I can’t! Oh, I just want to tickle you to bits, Sigma!!”

“Nohohohoho! D- Dohohohon’t do thahahat!!” Sigma’s shaking hands finally find Dazai’s palms, desperately trying to claw them away from his sensitive skin. “Wahahahahait-!!!”

Then, Dazai tsks. With one motion, just one hand, he scoops up Sigma’s wrists and pulls them taut into the air with near-no resistance, leaving his full torso exposed.

Sigma gasps. Dazai doesn’t waste a second.

“Let me go! LeheheHEhehET me gohohoHO!!”

“I had my suspicions about whether or not you were ticklish, you know,” smirks Dazai, his other hand dancing up and down Sigma’s ribs, almost experimentally. Gently. Like he wanted to draw out something else. His victim gasps, breaking into a renewed fit of frantic giggles. “Let me guess. You haven’t had too much good touch? Like this?”

Frantically, Sigma shakes his head back and forth. His mind was scrambled. All he could do was laugh and accept Dazai's touch. “If thihis is good, I dohohon’t- I dohohon’t wahahant it!! NohohohoHO-!!!”

“But, Sigma,” pouts Dazai. “You’re smiling and laughing!”

“Buhuhut- why?”

“Because you’re ticklish!”

"I dohohon't wahahant to behehe!!"

"I don't think you can control that," snickers Dazai. Giving one last tweak to Sigma's ribs, he withdraws his hands, instead pulling Sigma into a calm, still hug. With a sigh of relief, Sigma breathes out another stream of giggles.

When they subside, after he catches his breath, momentarily, he groans. 

"Ugh. Now I feel all... tingly," whines Sigma, and Dazai nods knowingly as they sit up against the couch. "Why?"

Dazai shrugs, tenderly kissing Sigma's cheek. "Maybe I just wanted to make you laugh. I'm sorry if I went too far."

"You didn't," says Sigma, opting to gently smile at him. "You're forgiven. I'm fine. That was new, though, I've never really been tickled before."

"New in a good way, or in a bad way?"

"I... don't know," offers Sigma, shivering.

"Can I try something else, then? While we're talking about it,” hums Dazai. He 'awws' at how Sigma instantly shivers and straightens, a blush following. “Don't worry- nothing rough, I’ll be gentle. Just for you to... feel it, I suppose.”

Sigma's curiosity was stronger than the flustered feeling in his stomach. He trusted Dazai. He was open to new experiences— and, like he'd said, it wasn't a bad feeling. “You promise?”

“I promise.” Dazai nods. “Pleeeease?”

With a hesitant nod and tilt of his head, Sigma returns to a closer place on Dazai’s lap. Instantly, his sides tingle in anticipation as he catches the faint twitch of Dazai’s wrists in his peripherals.

Then hands wrapped around his waist again, and, without thinking, Sigma prepared himself for something intense, rough, but— it never came. Dazai’s fingers gently rub circles against the bone, firm enough to tickle but not harsh enough to make Sigma shriek. 

It was gentle. Unbearably gentle, and as the feeling quickly overwhelms his senses, Sigma quickly realizes that it has an addictive quality to it. It was like pure happiness, giddiness, spreading through his veins.

“Dahahahahazai,” giggles Sigma, a loopy smile spread over his face. His defenses were melted. He couldn’t deny it— this type of tickling felt nice. Dazai was so good to him. They were good for each other.

“Better?” giggles Dazai as Sigma relaxes into the touch, leaning back against his chest. “Oh, you like the light touches, don’t you~?”

 “Mahahahaybe. Feels good. Thank you,” slurs Sigma mid-fit of airy laughter. He gives up trying to stay upright, instead fully falling back into Dazai’s embrace. “Tihihihickles!”

“It’s supposed to,” Dazai snickers. “Tell me when you want me to stop, yeah?”

Eyes closed as he tilts his head back, Sigma allows laughter to filter free from his throat, hands twitching. He doesn't do anything to try and stop him. His smile was wide, matching Dazai's. He felt indubitably safe. “Fihihihine- yeheheheah.”

They stay like that for a while, occasionally interrupted by Dazai pressing tickly kisses to Sigma's neck.

Perhaps Sigma would see if the electric feeling could burn away his old loneliness a little longer. Whatever his partner gave, he’d happily take.

[amitlee]

This is so real

thinking about tummy tks and getting butterflies grr

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I have no clue who these people are, but the way he looks up at him is so cute 😭

WAAA

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Sign me up for being a dragon. I also love magic and shiny things, so it’s a win in every book. Also consider Fairies, I love those fuckers

Omg yes having a tail would be so cool. You know what would be cooler? Having ears. I’m thinking raccoon ears, personally.

I raise you: wings

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OH MY GOD WINGS, FANGS, AND PURRING!!!!

Smores you never fail to amaze me with your brilliant ideas. If I could purr and have wings, I’d be able to die a happy woman.

Omg yes having a tail would be so cool. You know what would be cooler? Having ears. I’m thinking raccoon ears, personally.

I raise you: wings

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The enemy arc is over, we’re long lost besties at heart.

AMITY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

MUSHIE

MUSHIE MUSHIE MO MUSHIE BO MANA NANNA FO FUSHIE?

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AMITY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

MUSHIE

MUSHIE MUSHIE MO MUSHIE BO MANA NANNA FO FUSHIE?

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A New Beginning

Summary: Tommy would never pass up the opportunity to train with Techno. Actually, yes, yes he would.

Warnings: None

9 months later, and I’m back?

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Tommy stood strong, his posture tense and grip tight where he held the dull training sword. “Don’t go easy on me, Blade.” He said, though he knew it was futile. Techno was a beast of a man and as much as he hated to admit it, Tommy knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his ground against the warrior.

Techno huffed a laugh, “Don’t tempt me, kid.”He himself had no weapon, the whole point of the session being for Tommy to learn how to get hits in on opponents. However, he was clad in thick leather padding to soften the blows he hoped Tommy would be able to land on him. He stood in a relaxed fighting stance and pointed at the younger.

“Relax Tommy, you’ve got to be able to move swiftly. What you lack in strength, you need to make up for in agility.” He pointedly ignored the offended yell from the teen and continued instructing. “Remember the weak spots and use them to your advantage.” He began walking, circling around the teen and studying him. “Widen your stance, your legs should be even with your shoulders.” Techno instructed, gently guiding the boy to the right place.

“How am I supposed to go for weak spots when you don’t have any? You’re like a brick wall, man.” Tommy whined.

Techno huffed in amusement. “I never said it’d be easy, but everyone has weak points.” Techno stopped behind Tommy and tapped his sides with two fingers. “The abdomen is your best bet, it’s a big target and can be fatal.”

Tommy jolted at the touch, but managed to keep his form.

“The knees are a good spot as well,” Techno nudged the back of Tommy’s knees, catching the boy as he stumbled. Techno shot him a grin, “Hard to fight back if you’re not standing.” Hoisting Tommy back to his feet, Techno walked back to his original position in front of the boy.

“Prick.��� Tommy muttered, rolling his shoulders and clearing his head.

Techno ignored the comment, instead motioning for Tommy to begin. The boy raised his weapon and stared at Techno, he took a breath and quickly moved forward. Techno matched his moves, dodging every attempt with practiced ease.

“Keep your arms to your side, Tom, you’re opening yourself up too much.” Techno explained, spinning behind the blond and prodding his ribs.

Tommy yelped and jumped away, facing Techno once again. “Hands to yourself, dick.” He scowled, narrowly missing another jab from the man in front of him.

Techno chuckled, “You gonna tell that to your opponents too?” He asked with a slight mocking tone. He danced around Tommy, leaving the boy to strike the air most times.

Tommy grunted, “Maybe I will.” He said, raising his sword once again in hopes of finally landing a hit. The moment he raised his arms, Technos hand shot to squeeze his exposed stomach, not stopping until Tommy wiggled away. “Stohohop, that isn’t fair!”

“All is fair in love and war.” Techno responded, allowing Tommy to hit his hand that was reaching out to tickle him. “There you go, kid, keep doing that.”

Tommy tried to ignore the blush that heated his cheeks in hopes it would help him regain some composure. He pulled his arms close to his sides and leveled the sword, protecting most of his upper body from Technos mischievous fingers.

Techno continued to circle around the boy, noting Tommys mistakes and tickling him into fixing them. As the day went on, Tommy dissolved into near constant giggling and gave up attacking Techno in order to be in full defense.

“Yohohou- Yohohou’re such a prihick.” Tommy giggled breathlessly. He squealed as Techno reached towards him with both hands. Tommy weakly hit his shoulder with the dull sword, his victory cut short as Techno shoved both hands under his arms and wiggled his fingers. Tommy screeched and dropped his sword, collapsing onto Techno entirely.

“Oh, bad move Tommy.” Techno tsked. “The two biggest rules of fighting; Never drop your weapon and never fall down.”

Tommy gripped Technos arms and his whole body shaking with laughter after having been in anticipation for the entire session. “YOHOHOhou’re cheheheheating!”

“All is fair in love an-“

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Tommy screeched, effectively cutting Techno off.

Techno knelt to the floor, taking Tommy down with him. “Someone needs to learn to respect their elders.” Techno reprimanded, ruthlessly tickling Tommy’s ribs and moving his shirt up to blow a raspberry on his stomach. He’d barely leaned down to do it before Tommy realized what was happening and his fighting returned full force.

“NO! NOHOhoho, gehehet away! Gehehehet awahahay from mehehe!” Tommy yelled through uncontrollable giggles. He twisted left and right for a moment before Techno pinned his hips to the ground below.

“Stay still Tommy, this may tickle a little.” Techno drawled, taking his sweet time bringing his head to Tommy’s belly. His long hair swept along the sensitive skin, causing the boy's giggles to raise in pitch.

“I cahahan’t! I didn’t even doho anything!” Tommy gasped as he felt Technos breath flutter across his tummy.

Techno took a big, dramatic breath and listened to Tommy dissolve into nervous titters. He waited for a moment, just long enough for Tommy to let his guard down in confusion.

“What are yOU-“ Tommy cut himself off with a screech, the ticklish vibrations spreading through his system like a wildfire. “TEHEHEHECH!”

Techno blew another raspberry, sending Tommy into squeaking laughter. Techno leaned back up, watching fondly at the kid below him as Tommy giggled himself silly.

“Ihihi-“ Tommy breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around his torso protectively. “Ihihi’m never training wihihith you again.” He declared, fully relaxing into the ground.

Techno hummed, “That’s too bad, we’re training again tomorrow.” He put his arms under Tommy and lifted the boy up. He shuffled for a moment before beginning the short journey back to his house.

Tommy leaned his head on Techno’s shoulder, going boneless in the man’s hold. “Not if you’re going to do that again.” He said softly.

“Well, you’ll have to learn to fight me off, won’t you?” Techno answered smugly.

Tommy whined, “You’re so mean to me.” He said jokingly, nudging Techno with his head. He soon relaxed again as Techno began carding his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp relaxingly.

Techno made a noise in affirmative, “So, so mean.” He agreed.

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Not my best work, but a fic is a fic and Tommy and Techno never fail to be a good pairing. Fun fact, I was going to title this “I’ve been gone for far too long”, but couldn’t figure out how to fit the title in and make it make sense.

So uh…9 months huh? I’m not dead so that has to count for something. I still don’t have discord and don’t plan on downloading it back for now, I just felt drawn to come back even if it’s just for a little bit. I’ve seen all the sweet messages on tumblr and I want you all to know that I appreciate them💕💕