feathers-and-fisticuffs - Tumblr blog

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Spy tickles...?

WHoops this has been in my inbox for like a year my bad... I'm just gonna throw some words at this page and see what sticks I hope you enjoy! XD I'm assuming you mean you want spy to be tickled if not... oops. XD

Spy tried not to panic in the confines of his cell. Could he really call it a cell? It was more like a glorified dog kennel, barely enough room for him to wriggle about, on his hands and knees his back pressed roughly against the top, bars digging in painfully all around him. It wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to him, sure, he'd been in worse situations before, but the discomfort of being cramped and the taxing of his muscles keeping him up off the bars below him was wearing him down all the same.

The least the bastard could have done was give him a pillow to kneel on...

As he was now, his feet were pointed towards the door of the kennel, his head to the back facing the wall. There was barely enough room to wiggle, but if he could just get turned around, surely he'd be able to work the lock off the cage... That was one of his specialties after all.

Whatever it was he was going to do, he had to do it quickly, before Sniper returned.

Drawing in a bracing breath, he started to try to turn in the cell. The bars under his hands and knees were beginning to make his bare skin red and angry, and he couldn't decide what was worse, picking them up and feeling the blood rush to the spot or putting it down and feeling the sting. The first few nudges to the side went well. He craned his neck as his cheek started to collide with the side of the cage, and he cursed his height. He was just too tall for this...

He pressed his face against the bars, feeling the cool metal through his sweaty mask, and closed his eyes. Getting sideways was going to hurt like hell, but he was certain he could do it. One hand, then one knee. Then the other hand, then the other knee--

Shit!

Without thinking, he had tried pressing his shoe against the bars to give him leverage, but he had slipped, and his ankle slid painfully between two of the bars.

Okay, don't panic, don't panic... You got it through there, you can pull it back out.

He tugged at his foot, trying to pull it back in, but his ankle kept getting caught, and pulling on it was causing him quite a lot of pain. The bars pressing into his face weren't helping. Maybe he could keep turning, maybe he just wasn't at the right angle...

He gave one last desperate tug, letting out a whimper as the pain cut into his leg again, stupidly trying to use his other foot to help, losing his balance and falling even harder into the bars in front of him with a yelp.

Damn it...!

He had tried to catch himself, and as he jolted, his other foot slipped through the bars behind him, leaving him trapped in a horribly painful position.

He growled and tried to adjust himself, reaching up above him at the bars of the ceiling and trying to angle himself so that he wasn't pressing so painfully into them but he wasn't having much luck, gritting his teeth as his arms and torso trembled with the effort. He was now irritated rather than thankful that the Sniper had left his shoes on, the extra leather was making it impossible to save himself. He let his head turn to the side again and made a desperate reach for the door. Maybe he could reach, even in this position... He didn't know what opening the door would accomplish but he had to do something!

"'Ello, Spook."

In his frantic attempt at escape, he hadn't even heard the Sniper return. Immediately, he steadied himself, taking a shaky breath and adjusting himself back on his aching knees, trying to relieve as much pressure from them as possible.

"You're in a bit of a pickle, ain't ya?" The Sniper's voice was gruff and full of amusement, and it made Spy see red. He was gonna kill him when he got out of here...!

Sniper approached, boots heavy on the camper floor, and Spy could feel every step now.

"Give me back my clothes and let me out of here." Spy said evenly, trying to sound bored. "This simply will not get you anything you want."

"Oh?" He gasped as he felt a gruff hand grab one of his ankles and lift it, throwing off his balance. "You're doing my work for me, Spook. This is better than I could have thought up on my own!" Spy grit his teeth and struggled a bit, trying to remain upright and holding the bars in front of him for dear life.

"What are you doing? Ow! Bushman!" He yelped as he felt coarse rope being tied around his ankle. "Stop that!"

There was no response from the Australian, who only gave the rope one last good yank and grabbed his other ankle, doing the same to it.

"Stop! Unhand me at once you... you..!" Spy was beginning to break. He'd been tortured before, he'd been claustrophobic before, but something about this situation was making him more nervous than he had ever felt. His knees were screaming for relief, forced to rest atop one of the crossbars to keep him balanced.

Sniper ignored his cursing and walked slowly around to the other side of the cage, sneering at him. "You know what I want, Spook. There's no use fighting it." He knelt down in front of him and reached through the bars to tickle Spy's chin. "Poor little Spook..."

Spy jerked his head back painfully and tried to grab at his hand, which was exactly what the Sniper wanted. He grabbed Spy around the wrist and yanked it out of the cage, forcing his face painfully into the bars.

"OW!" He snarled, but thrashing only made the pain worse. "BUSHMAN!"

"You're really gonna hate me for this." He chuckled, pinning his wrist against the bars at the top of the cage and tying it there expertly with the coarse rope, making sure it was loose enough not to burn too badly but tight enough no amount of thrashing would let him escape, and grabbed the other and did the same, leaving him helpless to move much without causing himself pain.

Sniper chuckled, watching Spy struggle helplessly. "Why are you doing this? Stop it!" He squeaked.

He circled back around to where his feet were bound and admired his work.  Spy was pressed between the two walls, face shoved painfully against the bars as he desperately tried to keep his balance.  There was no room for him to straighten his back, arched painfully and extending his belly.  

“I won’t tell you anything!  You won’t get me to talk!”  Spy grit his teeth and resolved himself to stay silent.  

“Don’t know if I want you to talk, Luv.”  Sniper slowly started tugging at the Spy’s shoes.  First one, then the other, leaving the Spy’s feet bare except for the fancy nylon socks he wore.  “Think I want you to laugh...”  He slowly started stroking his sharp, unkempt nails down the Spy’s helpless soles.  “And laugh.... and laugh....”

Spy flinched at the touch, and as he stroked, his feet wiggled wildly.  He shook his head and let out a whimper. 

No... Not this..!  This was agony!

“What fancy socks you got here Spook... Bet they’re makin’ these soles nice and soft for me...”

He let out another whimper, lips pulled back in a painful grimace, feeling his laughter bubbling up inside of him.  He couldn’t let himself laugh, he couldn’t give this bastard what he wanted... but the Sniper was right.  The socks were only making the tickling worse, and he could only wiggle his feet so far.  It didn’t seem to be helping, his feet were small and the Snipers hands were so large, he barely had to move to keep up with them.

“Where else are you ticklish?”  He asked suddenly, stopping his torture.  “Tell me another spot, and I’ll give your feet a break.”

Spy took in a shaky breath while he could, and steadied himself.  Like hell was he gonna give him more places to tickle!

“No?  You’re not gonna play along?”  The stroking started up again, surprising the Spy and forcing out a cry from his lips.  “Could it be you like having your feet tickled?”

Spy wiggled his toes and flexed his fingers desperately.  No, he hated it!  But if he dared try to speak, he knew his laughter would would escape, and once the floodgates opened, he’d never be able to stop...

“Kitchy coo~”  Sniper growled playfully, suddenly adding the rest of his fingers and scribbling up and down. 

Spy gasped, and the sudden teasing surprised a giggle out of him.  He jolted forward, pressing his face hard against the bars, hoping the pain would be enough to distract him from the torturous onslaught of his feet.

“Now what are you doing in there?”  The Sniper watched him, and he sounded almost concerned.  “You’re gonna give yourself bruises doing that...”  He stopped tickling again, much to the Spy’s relief, and stepped further back into the room.  

Spy panted and scrunched his toes, trying to get rid of the residual tickling before he came back.

“Didn’t want to have to do this spook, I would have loved to hear you beg, but I can’t have you hurtin’ yourself while I play with you...”  Sniper returned, opening the door of the cage and crawling in with him.

Spy growled and struggled, and as his hands got close to his face, he tried to bite them.

“Behave now.”  Sniper warned, roughly grabbing his jaw to keep his head still.  “Open your mouth like a good little boy, and maybe when we’re done I’ll give you a treat.”

Spy tried to shake his head, the Sniper’s fingers pressing painfully into his cheeks and keeping him from moving it.  He felt another finger press against his lips, force its way inside his mouth and press at his teeth.  When the Spy didn’t take this chance to try to bite him again, he let go, covering his mouth with his hand and pinching his nose shut.  Spy tensed and tried to pull his head away, sucking in a breath that wasn’t there. He shook his head and struggled in his bonds, trying to pull away but the Sniper's hand followed his every move, making sure to keep him trapped.

Just when the Spy thought that he was done for, the hand removed itself and he sucked in a needy breath, mouth gaping open as he panted.

Sniper gave him a moment to catch his breath, but once he was sure Spy wouldn't choke or pass out he shoved a gag in his mouth, yanking the back of it roughly and tying it to the bars on the ceiling, making sure he couldn't hurt his face against the bars again.

"Now lets get back to our little game, shall we?" He reached under him and squeezed his belly, watching him whimper and bounce. "Poor thing..."

Spy's eyes were wide, struggling in a panic. This was actually hell, He was actually in hell... He tried to break free, pulling at his bonds but he was tied tight and each move caused it to cut in roughly.

"I know I could kill ya... or let you go back to your team... but it's been a long time since I've had a cute little toy to play with..." His jagged nails started stroking up and down his soles again.

He let out a pathetic shriek, he couldn't take any more of this!

The fingers kept torturing his soles, slowly and methodically stroking over his soft silky socks.

"Least you're a cute plaything... Now stay right there while I go get some toys... I think you'll love the paintbrushes I stole from the Scout..."

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

*vibrating violently* HEWWO it's Compliment Sunday! My brain can't figure out how to be funny, so just imagine I made like a really funny joke or something. The usual filler content, if you know what I mean. Anyway (I swear I say that at least once every ask) have a good week friendo! Take care and all that jazz! Bye!💚🌱

*matching ur vibrations with my own vibrations* HEWWO FRIEND HAVE A GOOD DAY U ARE LOVED U MATTER

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Video Editing Software for Beginners?

My brother is starting to get into video editting, does anyone know some beginner friendly software I can get for him? The one he uses for free right now gives all his videos a watermark!

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Video Editing Software for Beginners?

My brother is starting to get into video editting, does anyone know some beginner friendly software I can get for him? The one he uses for free right now gives all his videos a watermark!

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Still haven't finished that fic but it's getting closer to being done I have, however, overheated my computer multiple times on Hero Forge while creating... Babies....

Two of these are for campaigns I'm joining soon now that I've moved, the other two are for a campaign I want to run someday if I ever get time, all of them are baby!!!

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Once more has Compliment Sunday been brought upon us. And I'm coming from the depths of the ocean; like a shark that's filled up to the gills in friendship. Like a shrimp that may be tiny but is filled with self love, or like a sea anemone just vibing. You get the point. Anyway so ignoring the fish references (the benefits of being a marine biologist) I'm happy you're doing better, friend! I hope you have a good week! Bye!💚🌱

Thank you friend! There are many benefits of being amarine biologist......

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Wow it sure has been a while hasn't it...

Sorry I've been absent, things have been chaotic and weird and hard to write but! I am happy to say I'm finally in a good place! A happy place! A place I feel.... Comfortable? It's strange.... I'm feeling like I can sit and write again. I'm comfortable to the point where I could let a person be close to me and not have a panic attack? I'm... I'm ok. That's... That's where I am in my life. So... Expect some writing soon? 💜

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Wow it sure has been a while hasn't it...

Sorry I've been absent, things have been chaotic and weird and hard to write but! I am happy to say I'm finally in a good place! A happy place! A place I feel.... Comfortable? It's strange.... I'm feeling like I can sit and write again. I'm comfortable to the point where I could let a person be close to me and not have a panic attack? I'm... I'm ok. That's... That's where I am in my life. So... Expect some writing soon? 💜

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

*imagine this is written on an old piece of paper, like this is the early 1900s and we're two penpals writing to each other across the country* Greetings my dear friend! It is once more a very special Compliment Sunday! I do hope you shall partake in having an excellent week ahead of you, and that you shall be affected by no bad spirits. May you keep your wits about you and your crops full of wheat. ( cause thats totally what they said back in the old days...... totally) anyway I'll see myself out. Bye!💚🌱

Wow it sure has been a while since I've looked at tumblr oops hello friends it's also. Thursday now. Ooops x2... But good news is I've moved across the country and I'm all. Happy and shit so maybe that will also double in me being more active? Here's hoping!

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Source: This

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Hey all! I'm not dead! (I don't think...)

Anyway, even though I haven't had much time to do any writing, or much of anything while I've been working on getting my car with no airbags fixed and moving across the country, I did do one cool thing:

I started a Redbubble Store! There's not much there yet, but if you're able, I'd love it if you could check it out! 💜

Thanks for your continued support even though I've been absent and apparently dying XD

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Hey all! I'm not dead! (I don't think...)

Anyway, even though I haven't had much time to do any writing, or much of anything while I've been working on getting my car with no airbags fixed and moving across the country, I did do one cool thing:

I started a Redbubble Store! There's not much there yet, but if you're able, I'd love it if you could check it out! 💜

Thanks for your continued support even though I've been absent and apparently dying XD

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

😳😳😳

Dena was lookin directly @ me while writing ss leon dialogue 😔

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

Ahh I totally feel re: being busy and not being able to concentrate! I don’t have a tk blog sadly, but if you wanna talk headcanons or something is it okay to message you?

That would be fine! I'll be real though, I might not answer often or right away I don't check Tumblr too much but when I do I'll get back to you! XD

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

*gently bumping into you while on a roomba* hello! Greetings! I'm back with a new Compliment Sunday! It's the mid summer cleaning special! Time to get rid of all the bad thoughts bringing you down! No more bad! Only good thoughts spark joy! So go run your brain under some warm tap water and make sure to scrub real good with some dish soap or whatever you normally use for cleaning stuff. And if you feel like it go put it in the dryer for a spin. So it gets real warm and cozy for when you put in back in your head. Anyway that's all I got Bye!💚🌱

Today is a good brain day, I wore a feminine sweater and it didn't make me want to die and someone even told me I gave them gender envy so?? I'm one step closer to being the Femboy I was meant to be...

[feathers-and-fisticuffs]

*casually sitting on your roof* what is up, my homie! It's that time of the week again! Happy Compliment Sunday! Wonderful roof by the way. Very sturdy. Anyway hope everything's going alright and stuff. Make sure to love yourself and take time for self care! Self care is important much like a good roof!..... I honestly don't know why this ask is so roof centered but y'know it's fine. We're gonna go with it to wherever the prairie dog of wit finds his home. Which is here apparently since I've ran out of things to say. Bye!💚🌱

Whoops I missed a week last week I've been feeling kinda poopy XD have a good one!