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This was the cutest, sweetest and softest thing I've read!!! It was adorable!!!

i'm dangerous cause i'm a fool for love

authors note: at last, at last, wrestling-anon is here with my gift for @august-anon -- and great minds think alike, because i was DELIGHTED to discover that we had submitted remarkably similar prompts in the best possible way. I'm Bloodweave trash, so I just had to go with the Astarion/Gale pairing you requested, but I hope I've worked in a couple of your other ideas too. title from Lord Huron, music absolutely made for BG3 at all times. also yes--that's obviously your Tav at camp with Wyll at the start <3

word count: 2739

fandom: Baldur's Gate 3, BG3

pairings: Wyll/Tav, Astarion/Gale, Bloodweave

content warning: discussion of past trauma

summary: Astarion knows he doesn't know half of what he's missed out on. Gale knows all too well.

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“Stop–STOP!”

Wyll’s voice rang loud and frantic through the camp, a tone they all recognized by now.

Gale glances up from the book he was poring over, Astarion sprawled over the seat behind him with his own book in hand. Gale calls out, a fond grin on his face,

“Oh dear. And whatever has our Blade of Frontiers done this time to deserve such torture?”

Wyll shrieks again, desperately grabbing for Tav’s hands as they snaked up his shirt again, tweaking the base of his ribs.

“Tav, PLEASE! I d-didn’t mean it!” he insists, his cheeks aching from the huge smile they’re forcing onto his face with each delicate touch. 

“Oh you didn’t? Then why did you say, and I quote, that you could take anything any of us dished out?” Tav asked, their own face bright with laughter at the sight of Wyll thrashing and pleading, nearly going to his knees.

“N-no more, no more!” Wyll gasps, the loudest noise still flying unbidden from his lips when Tav’s fingers find the weak spots near his navel.

Astarion moves closer to Gale, remarkably quiet for once as he watches the two lovers playfully tussling, a look of…longing? Confusion? on his pale face, fingers twitching at his sides as they do when he’s deep in thought.

The playful torture ends with Wyll finally capturing Tav’s wrists and planting kisses on their palms, and Tav fondly kissing the tears off his cheeks with a smile.. “There we are, a happy ending indeed,” Gale says, closing his book and placing it carefully back into his pack, glancing back at Astarion. “You’re suspiciously quiet.”

Astarion starts slightly, letting out an airy chuckle. “Hardly, my darling. Why, our lovely Wyll is loud enough to drown out anyone, there was no point in me trying to talk.”

“That’s never stopped you before,” Gale teases, leaning in to plant a kiss on Astarion’s curls. Astarion rolls his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not speaking of yourself, hmm? I’ve never known you to be quiet in any setting. And I do mean any setting,” he adds with a leer.

Gale recognizes that shift in tone, the way Astarion deflects off to flirting more outrageously when he’s feeling something he’s not yet prepared to delve into, something Gale has had to come to terms with over their slow, strange courtship. He knows the best way forward is to leave it, knowing Astarion will come to him when he’s ready to unravel another layer, heal another wound.

“I have been known to be rather verbose, yes, but last I checked you didn’t exactly object to the long odes of praise,” Gale retorts, and Astarion grins. “That’s my Gale.”

Astarion wanders off to his own bedroll, that look still in his eyes, as Wyll scoops Tav up and over his shoulder with a cry of “revenge!”, carrying them off to his tent as Tav playfully swats at his back.

* * * *

Astarion comes to him rather sooner than expected, in the end.

The moment dark falls over the camp, Gale casts the usual soundproofing spell lest any of their companions–noises in the night draw anyone or anything closer than they’d like, retiring to his tent with a bottle of wine, a second glass already poured in case Astarion decides it’s one of the nights he’d like to spend tangled in Gale’s sheets rather than simply trancing on his own.

Gale hears the rustle of the tent flap pulling back as Astarion enters, giving him a fond smile and gesturing to the wine.

Astarion grins back, immediately seizing the glass and taking a sip, Gale’s eyes following the movement of his throat and the pleasured sigh he lets out as he swallows.

“My my, it’s like you knew I was coming.”

“I rather hoped you would. The bedroll feels rather empty when you don’t, hard though that may be to believe.”

Astarion preens, but his eyes are soft. “You flirt. You know you don’t have to work to get me in bed any more, hmm?”

“Nevertheless,” Gale says, “I never tire of complimenting you. And you never seem to tire of the compliments. We are…complementary, that way.” He looks especially proud of his little joke, Astarion groaning in reply even as he covers his mouth to hide a laugh.

“You are impossible. Absolutely impossible.” Astarion takes another drink, then quiets, staring into the liquid as though he’s trying to conjure something there.

Gale hesitates a moment before he moves closer, stroking a hand through Astarion’s hair, still not pushing him to respond, though every bit of Gale is sending out all of the “you can talk to me, I love you, you’re safe” signals he possibly can without words.

Astarion leans into the touch, his eyes drifting closed, a soft, pleased noise in his throat as Gale’s fingers lightly scratch at his scalp. Without looking up, he says, almost to the glass, “I… it’s hard, still. Even after…even after killing him. To feel as though I learn every day some new thing that he took from me without me even knowing I missed it.”

Gale feels the same dull ache in his heart–and his scar–that he does every time Astarion talks of his life before, of not just the obvious cruelties inflicted upon his scarred back, but the small, insignificant ones.

“I…all of us, but especially I…we’re here to help you find those things again, my love. If you want to find them. To learn together. I…hardly know sometimes who I might be without what my goddess made me…”

Astarion looks up at him, eyes slightly shiny with unshed tears. “Oh, my love. What a pair we two make,” he says, running his fingers along Gale’s jaw, toward his neck, Gale snorting out a small laugh involuntarily. “You know I’m ticklish…”

“That…reminds me,” Astarion says, looking back into the glass again as though it might perhaps be encouraging him. “I…look, I don’t even know how to…well, what I mean is…”

“Shall I tickle you, then?” Gale asks, and Astarion nearly chokes on the sip he’s about to take. “I…noticed how you were gazing at Wyll and Tav earlier. It was rather hard to miss, I’m afraid, though I suspect those two were rather preoccupied.”

“I don’t…I can’t remember. If I was ever ticklish, if anyone ever tried. Before. Certainly not since. I rather doubt that I am, honestly.  But…”

“We can start quite gently,” Gale promises, “I can tell you what I’m going to do, how I plan to touch. So I don’t startle you.”

Astarion sets the glass down with a nod, still not quite able to look up. “Yes. That…I think that might help.” He laughs again, a bit embarrassed. “All of the debauchery I’ve explored with so many and here I am blanching at the idea of asking for something so silly.”

Gale tilts his chin up, pressing a soft, warm kiss to his mouth, feeling Astarion not simply yield to it but answer it back hungrily, his fingers wrapping around the back of Gale’s neck as he sighs into his mouth, the kiss not something to be endured but something Astarion wants, and Gale can’t help but smile against his lips.

“Something funny, wizard?” Astarion breathes, his fingers shifting from a wrap to a tickle, making Gale scrunch up with a rather sweet giggle.

“N-no! Nothing funNY, I swear!” Gale insists, unable to still the giggles as Astarion’s fingers caress the sides of his neck, moving to tease under his chin.

“Perhaps I should simply tickle you instead, hmm?” Astarion purrs, but the purr turns to a yelp when Gale slips his fingers under the loose hem of Astarion’s shirt, just barely grazing his waistline.

Gale smiles in earnest now. “Sorry. Didn’t warn you properly. But…I’m already getting the sense that you might have been wrong about that whole not-being-ticklish bit.”

Astarion smirks back at him. “What was it Wyll apparently said earlier? I can take anything you dish out? I’m quite certain I can, you just caught me off guard.”

Gale taps the tip of his nose with a grin. “Lie down, hmmm? On your back to start, if it’s comfortable. And simply say…hmm…light, I suppose? If it’s too much to bear, I don’t actually want to torment you.”

Astarion obeys, biting back the temptation to make a lewd comment about Gale wanting him on his back, and raises his arms up, crossing them behind his head to pillow it in his hands.

“I think I’ll start with your stomach, then…” Gale muses, and Astarion feels a rather pleasant stirring in his chest at the idea of Gale narrating such a thing, the intention of comfort and warning nonetheless reminding him that when Gale puts his mind to it, he can tease Astarion to new heights of frenzy. Before he can remark on it, however, Gale’s soft fingers draw circles along his waistline and up toward his navel, and Astarion’s whole body jolts.

“What the HELL–?”

Gale can’t hide the look of glee on his face. “Oh, dear, dear me. I’ve only just started and you’re about to squirm out of your skin?”

“F-far from it, I just…didn’t expect…oh, GODS!”

Gale draws light, relentless paths, every touch shooting straight through Astarion’s nerves, like so much sparkling light, Astarion would swear Gale was casting some sort of spell as he laughs harder than any of the times he’s teased the others with Tasha’s Hideous Laughter.

And Gale simply will not.

Stop.

Talking.

“My, my, such a sensitive stomach, hmm? I suppose it makes sense to try your ribs next…lucky for you they’re not as exposed as they were when we first found you, eh?”

Gale strokes along the bones of his ribs, wiggling nails into the grooves between them, and Astarion’s laughter softens slightly but doesn’t fade completely.

“Ah, I see, not quite so ticklish there, are you? I’m a bit deadly around the ribs myself, if you haven’t noticed, quite a liability if someone thought they might want to sneak up and put a knife into them, eh? It’d catch them quite off guard for me to laugh, I expect–keep those arms up, would you, love?”

Gale’s fingers find their way to the soft tufts of hair in his armpits and Astarion practically howls, though he manages–barely–to keep his arms behind his head, tears springing to his eyes, but nothing resembling “light” rising from his mouth.

“Oh, this might be the best spot yet, hmm? You’re not simply ticklish, you’re terribly so, you may even rival me…or Wyll, for that matter!” Gale beams, and the fact that he isn’t intending to tease only makes the effect worse–well, or better, but Astarion thinks it might take more than a little tickle to get that confession from him.

“Hold on. Bit of an unusual spot, but…” Gale slides his fingers up Astarion’s sleeves to flutter softly over his biceps, and Astarion’s laughter goes from howls to the sweetest, most bubbly giggles Gale has ever heard, his eyes squeezing shut as he says “Y-you are vicious at this, Gale Dekarios!”

“Vicious? Me? I’m wounded, you know! After all, you were the one who asked for this…though I suppose you couldn’t have known you’d be quite this dreadfully ticklish…I may take a bit of convincing to stop, hearing you laugh like this!”

Gale immediately contradicts himself by pausing the attack, watching Astarion closely. “Still with me, love? I’d like to try your legs a bit, though I’m not sure if I dare to try your feet…”

Astarion clears his throat, adjusting his shirt as Gale withdraws his hands. “Do your worst, darling. Though don’t think I won’t enjoy every moment of my revenge…I don’t think I’ve explored your particular weakness to this nearly enough, now that I think on it.”

“Then I suppose I may as well earn it,” Gale teases back, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his forehead before sliding down to perch between Astarion’s thighs. “I normally might do this facing away from you, but I don’t…well. I want you to be able to see what I’m about to do, at least this first time.”

“You…you sweetheart,” Astarion says, voice fond but slightly shaky, a part of him still never sure that he deserves to have what he wants, what will bring him comfort, and Gale leans up to kiss him again, fingers cupping his chin as he murmurs, “I love you…”

“I love you too, even though you’re about to try tormenting me again…perhaps you’ve already found everywhere, however,” Astarion says, his eyes rather suggesting he hopes that isn’t the case. Gale grins as he rearranges himself between Astarion’s bent thighs, resting his fingers on his hips, making him twitch.

“Let us see,” Gale muses, returning to his narration as he lightly tickles, then squeezes at Astarion’s hips. Astarion jolts again, a few short laughs slipping out, but he shakes his head, looking almost disappointed. “Not much, I’m afraid.”

“Next time I have you undressed I may have to try one of my quills,” Gale says, half to himself, and Astarion’s eyes widen at the image before he lets out a loud, shrill squeal of laughter when Gale’s fingers start scribbling over the backs of his thighs, his back arching off the bedroll.

“GODS, that, that–” Astarion half-yelps, half squeals, barely managing not to slam his thighs down to protect the spot, and Gale all but lights up.

“Ohh, ticklish thighs, is that it? That’s a rather dangerous secret, you know…your thighs are so tempting to me already, but knowing I can hear your lovely laugh if I simply tickle you? You may have unleashed a monster,” Gale teases, fingers flying up and down, darting occasionally to his inner thighs which only makes him laugh louder.

“I’ll! I’ll get yours twice as MUCH–” Astarion tries to sound threatening, but the way his voice trembles with laughter slightly undoes the effect, the laughter spiking to a shriek when Gale teases behind his knees. “NOT that!”

“Not that? Not what, your knees? But that doesn’t sound like light, not at all! In fact, I’m starting to suspect you’re enjoying this a bit more than you’re letting on, love–you’re not fighting me a bit, are you? Haven’t tried once to put your legs down, or even grab my hands…”

Astarion only shriek-laughs in response, his head falling back, his hands slipping from behind his head to cover his face.

“Oh, no. That won’t do at all–”

Before Astarion can react, Gale wriggles his fingers into an exposed armpit again, and this time Astarion does snap his arms down, the howling from earlier repeated louder somehow as he writhes.

“You, you ass, you brat!” Astarion yelps, the insults lacking a certain sting, laced with giggles as they are.

“So which is worse, would you say? Hmm? After all, as your partner, I should know these sorts of things…under your arms, or your knees? It’s certainly hard to tell!” 

Gale punctuates the question by wriggling the fingers of his trapped hand in Astarion’s armpit, his other hand slipping behind his knee again, and Astarion cries out “Light, damn you!” before dissolving into hysterics.

Gale stops immediately, the tickles turning to firm rubs, though even those draw small hiccups of laughter as Astarion starts to relax, his eyes bright as he opens them to look at Gale.

“That…well. You are truly a vicious thing when you want to be, aren’t you, treasure?” Astarion says, wiping the tears off his cheeks, giving Gale a little wink.

“And you’re far more ticklish than I ever expected. It’s absolutely delightful, you know. You sound…it’s lovely, when you laugh like that. When you just let go. Just…just lovely.”

Astarion pulls him down on top of him for a long, slightly giggly kiss, his hands skimming along Gale’s back as they stroke up and down, murmuring a soft “...thank you” against his lips before letting his eyes close, enjoying the warm weight of Gale on top of him.

“I plan to have my revenge, you know,” Astarion mumbles, yawning hugely.

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. I’ll be ready. Besides, I’ve already got a few more spots on you I’ll be itching to try next time.”

Gale hides a smile when Astarion doesn’t retort anything about there not being a next time, only holds him tighter, face burrowing into Gale’s sensitive neck.

“That’s what I thought.”

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haaaaiiii!

so…you take requests right? I was wondering if you could draw a Lee zhongli with Ler childe art👉👈

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request! Hope you like this piece! As this is my first ever request I decided to make it more detailed and fully fleshed out 😅😅😅, once again thank you for the request!

(If tumblr ends up killing the quality just click on the image for higher quality)

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This is so cute!!!

✧ Astarion + “wake-up” tickles

(the cute aggression i feel whenever i see him is endless, i just wanna make my man giggle i wanna see him happy i wanna play with him i-)

Ik that elves don't need to sleep, Star was just feeling all comfy, heehee. I think eventually he would feel safe enough around Tav & others to let his guard down and let them be playful with him <3

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Hey hey... You're taking requests and you draw, right? What about some Ingo or Emmet? [Honestly I don't care which one. Surprise me-]

Oooooo this is the first request I’ve gotten! Sure I’ll draw Ingo and Emmet again! I haven’t drawn those 2 funny train men in a long while, do you have any idea of what you want me to draw specifically? Like any head cannons etc? That’ll help give me an idea to start drawing!

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Happy new year/ very belated Christmas…? I am so sorry for the delay of your gift! But @vqler I was your secret Santa this year! Which is a bit ironic because you were the one who reminded me to join lmao XD! I hope it’s to your liking, I made a short zagthan comic for you as your gift this year (does it even count as this year anymore cause it’s already 2023…) but I digress! I hope you had an amazing Christmas and New Years! Thank you @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this time! It was an amazing experience to take part of! Which I will definitely be joining again in 2023!

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OH MY STARS!!! THIS WAS SO CUTEEEEE!!! I let out an audible ‘squeeeeee’ when I read this first, it’s absolutely amazing, I loved it! Thank you so much for the squealing Santa gift it was perfect! ❤️❤️❤️ Merry Christmas! And thank you once again!!! ✨✨✨

Mission: Yuletide

Summary: While decorating the house for Christmas, Loid and Yor discuss some of their childhood holiday traditions. When Loid mentions trying to make the season extra special by dressing up as Santa for Anya, Yor decides Loid may need to practice on one very important laugh.

A/n: Merry Christmas @soft-tk-fluff!!! 😊 I'm your secret santa this year and I hope that you enjoy this Spy X Family fic! Hopefully it brings you some holiday laughs and you can enjoy their shenanigans and all the fluff they deserve! And I'd also like to thank @hypahticklish for hosting this wonderful event this year and for making things run smoothly and checking in on us! Merry Christmas to you too, my friend!

Word Count: 2414

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The enticing scent of cinnamon, brown sugar and peppermint was already starting to permeate the apartment from the cookies and cocoa Loid had set out on the kitchen table.

Operation: Yuletide was finally commencing and Loid knew that he wanted… no… he needed everything to be perfect.  Creating Christmas magic for his family would definitely help keep everyone happy and thus would keep his other endeavor, Operation Strix, safely on track.

“Loid-san can you pass me some of the candy canes?” Yor asked, drawing Loid from his thoughts as he stood in front of the newly erected Christmas tree.

“Oh!  Of course.  Here.  I got both Spearmint and Peppermint ones,” he offered with a soft smile, passing the boxes over to her and watching her eyes light up at the sight of the candy.

“Miss Anya is going to love them!  She was just telling me yesterday how much she was looking forward to helping decorate the Christmas tree tonight!” Yor said gently, setting the boxes of candy canes next to the tote of baubles, tinsel and lights nearby.

While Anya was away at school finishing up before Christmas break, Loid had decided it wouldn’t hurt to get started decorating the apartment with Yor.  It would also allow him to gauge her own feelings on the holiday and ensure she too was feeling that merry Christmas spirit he was looking to bring out in everyone. “DId you and your brother enjoy decorating when you were younger?” Loid asked offhandedly as Yor moved away from the Christmas tree ornaments to start hanging garland on the mantle around their family pictures.

“Oh yes!  It was always one of the best times!  We would put Christmas music on the radio, decorate the house and when we were done I’d sit down with Yuri and we’d write our letters to Santa.  That was always the most amusing part.  He’d get so nervous trying to figure out what to ask for!” she chuckled, turning to face Loid.  “What about yourself?  Have you always been one full of Christmas spirit?”

Loid gave a small smile at the question, trying to figure out how best to answer.

“Christmas has always been special to me in some way.  When I was younger I was like your brother.  I was always excited to write my letter to Santa, but I never quite knew how to compose it.  I didn’t want to seem like I was asking for too much… or like I was demanding things from him lest I get nothing but coal in my stocking.”

Yor laughed at this and shook her head.  “Well what about Miss Anya?  What are her thoughts on Santa Claus?”

Loid looked over at the envelope on the kitchen table that contained a single piece of paper that Anya had furiously been scribbling on for the better part of two days to get ‘just right’ in her own words.

“Judging by the intensity with which she wrote out her Christmas wish list, I’d say that she is firmly in the same camp as your brother and I.  Trying to find just the right words to not upset Santa,” he said with a little chuckle before shaking his head.  “But hopefully, even if she doesn’t get everything on her list, I can still make sure that this is a good Christmas for her.”

Yor’s smile grew at that and she nodded.  “I’d love to make this Christmas especially lovely for her too!  What are you planning?”

“Well… you know how we were talking about our memories of writing to Santa?  What if we took it a step further and Santa came for a visit?” he asked, the idea bouncing around in his head as he tried to plan the most effective way to bring holiday cheer.

“Oh?  You hired a professional Santa?!” Yor asked, her excitement almost palpable.  The sheer joy she seemed to be feeling only bolstered Loid’s confidence in this idea.

“No, no!  I was thinking that I could definitely pull off being Santa,” he said with a little nod, his mind already making plans on how to craft this newest idea.  He wasn’t a master of disguise for nothing and surely this would be a pinnacle for him to pull off.

However, before he could finish trying to figure out whether Santa’s gloves should be red, leather or white, his mental gymnastics were paused when he heard a little snort followed by soft giggling.

Looking over, Loid saw Yor with her head turned away from him, shoulders shaking in mirth.

“What?  What’s so funny?” he asked, both curious and perhaps a little offended.

“I… I’m so sorry, Loid-san!” she continued to giggle, wiping away a few tears of laughter.  “It’s just… there is no way you could be Santa!”

Loid actually gasped at such an accusation, his pride taking a small hit considering he was truly a genius in this particular field.

And that wasn’t hubris, that was FACT with actual results to back him up!

To be fair she had no idea of his disguise genius, but still!  The audacity!  The unmitigated gall! “I could be a great Santa!” he retorted, trying his best to not let his hurt feelings show.

Yor smiled gently at that and moved closer, a playful look on her face.  “Is that right?  How are you planning on getting a believable white beard, hmm?  And have you worked on the Santa laugh?  What about getting a belly like a bowl full of jelly?” she asked, moving to give his stomach a playful little poke.

Loid had been so focused on trying to figure out how to rebut her questions that he hadn’t been prepared for the innocent touch and thus couldn’t stop the little jolt and small huff that left him as he took a step back from the contact.

Everything in the apartment seemed to go still at that moment.

Yor’s hand was still extended and Loid could only stand there with eyes wide as his hand covered his poor stomach.

“Loid-san…”

“No.”

“But I think…”

“It’s not what you think.” “It’s better than what I think,” Yor teased, the playfulness only growing in her smile as her tone turned mischievous.  “I think I know how to help you, Loid!  I’m gonna make sure that you’ve got that Santa laugh down to a T!”

Loid could feel his heart rate start to speed up as he heard that and took a step back, then another as Yor’s eyes followed him.  Let it never be said that Agent Twilight wasn’t a brave man.  But even he had his limits to standing his ground.  

“Yor!  Yor… listen to me!” he tried to barter, watching as she slowly began to move closer and closer, her eyes instantly becoming laser focused on him.  “Y-You know… maybe a… um… a professional Santa would be per-NO!  STAY BACK!”

In a flash Yor had sprang into action and began to give chase, giving Loid only a second to turn on his heel to flee.

Thank god for his increased reflexes or she would’ve nabbed him from the start!

“Loid!  I’m only trying to help!” Yor chastised playfully as he made it around the kitchen table to put some space between them.

“I don’t need any help!  And how would this be helping?!” he asked, his eyes glancing around the room to find the perfect exit or a way to distract the woman now intent on making him a target! “The one thing that stands out about Santa the most is his laugh, Loid-san!” Yor argued lightly.  “So to make sure Miss Anya is completely positive that you are the true blue Santa we have to make your laugh perfect!  Besides, you don’t get near enough practice.  I don’t think I’ve ever really heard you laugh.”

“That’s nonsense!  Of course I’ve laughed before!  And I don’t think anyone can practice a la-NO!”

Once more, Yor was giving chase and somehow, Loid felt slower than before!  How was she so fast?!

The only chance of survival he saw was to make a mad dash for his room, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Before he could process what was happening, he found himself almost instantly rugby tackled onto his stomach on the living room sofa.  The force wasn’t as harsh as the time they’d fought for Anya in the castle, but it was still enough to momentarily shock him.

“Now, let's see how we can help our dear Loid-san!” Yor chirped above him, settling herself easily on his back as Loid attempted to wriggle his way free.

“Yor!  You really don’t have to d-do thihihis!  Ah!” Loid choked out, feeling her fingers gently skittering along his sides and instantly making him draw his arms close against himself. “What?  What was that, Loid?  Did you say something?” Yor asked, her fingers slowly starting to spider upward toward his lower ribs and making the secret agent snort against the couch cushions where he was trying to hide his face.

“N-no!  Nothihihing!” he squeaked out, already starting to feel his composure crack as Yor’s fingers continued to wriggle and circle against his lowest ribs.  Little ticklish, electric currently zipping up his spine with each brush of her fingers.

How could he have gone through so much training in interrogation, but all it was taking was a few soft, tickly touches to completely break him?!

“Uh oh!  I think I heard a little giggle in there!” Yor teased and Loid could instantly hear the fiendish older sister she probably used to be to poor Yuri. He felt a bit more sympathy for the man now.

Loid opened his mouth to try and say something eloquent enough to get him free of this debacle, but that seemed to be the opening that Yor had been waiting for. In a flash her fingers shot back down to Loids sides, her hands wiggling just slightly between him and the sofa to allow instant access to the sides of his stomach.

And Loid couldn’t hold back any longer.

“NO!  Y-Yor plehehehehease!  Stahahahahap hehehelping!” he cackled brightly, the laughter easily breaking free of his chest as he felt her fingers vibrating quickly against his poor stomach.

“There it is!  Oh Loid your laughter is so sweet!” Yor cooed above him.

Loid could feel his cheeks starting to burn almost as brightly as his blushing ears and shook his head, shimmying back and forth to try and get her tickling fingers to cease their attack.

“No it’s nahahahat!” he tried to argue through his laughter, taking a deep breath and reaching out for the arm of the sofa to try and pull himself to safety.

A horrible mistake that his tickle addled brain didn’t quite recognize until it was too late.

In a flash, Yor had moved one of her hands up and quickly began fluttering her nails right in the center of Loids exposed underarm.

The rather uncharacteristic shriek that escaped him was something he would deny until the day he died.

Unbeknownst to Yor, and something Loid had himself forgotten, was that he was horribly ticklish there and now he was paying for his earlier escape attempt.

Quickly retracting his arm, he only managed to keep her hand snuggly caught there as she continued to flutter and spider her fingers quickly against his most ticklish spot, sending the poor agent into absolute hysterics.

“NOHOHO!  I CAHAHAHAHAlN’T!  YOAHAHAHAHAR!” Loid laughed loudly, his legs kicking out behind him as Yor stayed firmly seated on his back.

“Oh Loid you were so close!  It’s ‘ho ho ho’, not ‘no no no’,” Yor teased, moving the fingers of her untrapped hand down to squeeze along his hip and make Loid snort at the newest sensation.  

“I cahahahahan’t!  I cahahan’t do ihihihihit!  I y-yeieheheheheheld!  Unhuhuhuncle!” Loid squeaked out, voice pitched higher in his laughter.

And just as quickly as the attack had happened he felt Yor’s fingers stopping their tickle attack, his body still tingling from the sensations causing him to remain in a fit of hysterical giggling.

“Oh!  Loid-san!  I-I’m so sorry!  I hope I didn’t go too far!” he heard Yor’s soft voice stuttering slightly from above him.

Shaking his head slightly he gave a tired wave of his hand as a smile still remained upon his own lips because even if she had been ruthless… did he dare think that there had been something slightly fun about all of this?

“I-It’s fine.  I promise,” he panted softly, still feeling the blush on his cheeks as he rested his face against the cool part of the sofa cushion. “A-are you sure, Loid-san?  I could get you water!  Or a cookie?  Would a cookie help?!” Yor asked, quickly getting up and rushing over to the plate of cookies that still rested on the kitchen table from earlier. Loid gave another little snort and couldn’t help laughing again as he slowly sat up.

“I promise, it’s alright, Yor.  That was… fun,” he said gently as she returned with said cookie, a soft blush on her cheeks as she sat down next to him. Seeing that she was still feeling flustered, Loid felt his expression soften as he reached over and plucked the cookie carefully from her hands.  “And… I think you really did help me find my perfect Santa laugh.  Here, what do you think?” he asked, clearing his throat and holding the cookie aloft like Hamlet would in a great Shakespearean play.  “Ho ho ho!  Merry Christmas!” he said with as much vibrato and gusto as he could. Yor instantly brought her hands up to cover her mouth, giggling softly into them at Loids ridiculous display and instantly coming back into her more relaxed state.

“Oh yes, Loid-san,” Yor said brightly as she lowered her hands, smiling softly at the agent and making Loids heart feel like it was growing three sizes bigger.  “I think you will definitely bring Miss Anya all the extra holiday spirit with your impersonation of Santa!”

Loid smiled brightly at that and nodded his appreciation, taking a bite of his Christmas cookie.

Operation: Yuletide was definitely going to be a success… but perhaps the best part of the whole plan was now knowing that even though this was for a wider cause, he was still going to bring joy to two people he cared so deeply about.

Two people who definitely deserved to feel the joy, wonder and happiness of the Christmas spirit.

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Very noice!

TFP Character Refs Masterpost

All character refs from The art Of Prime. Flier Vehicons and miner Vehicons straight-up didn't have any. Neither didn't general Bryce, Sierra, Vince, Vogel, or other minor human characters who did have 3D models.

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Autobots

Optimus Prime / Orion Pax

Arcee

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cliffjumper

Wheeljack

Smokescreen

Ultra Magnus

Alpha Trion

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Decepticons

Megatron

Starscream

Soundwave & Laserbeak

Knockout

Breakdown

Airachnid

Dreadwing & Skyquake

Shockwave

Predaking

Darksteel

Skylynx

Car Vehicons

Insecticons

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Others

The humans

Unicron & Terrorcons

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Is this... MAGIC???

I stumbled upon a website that allows you to blend any colors evenly no matter how opposite on the spectrum they are.

sharing the knowledge

very helpful art resource

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No way that's some witchcraft right there!!!

Creative & DIY

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YOOOOOO that's so cool!!!

HEY ARTISTS!

Do you design a lot of characters living in not-modern eras and you’re tired of combing through google for the perfect outfit references? Well I got good news for you kiddo, this website has you covered! Originally @modmad made a post about it, but her link stopped working and I managed to fix it, so here’s a new post. Basically, this is a costume rental website for plays and stage shows and what not, they have outfits for several different decades from medieval to the 1980s. LOOK AT THIS SELECTION:

OPEN ANY CATEGORY AND OH LORDY–

There’s a lot of really specific stuff in here, I design a lot of 1930s characters for my ask blog and with more chapters on the way for the game it belongs to I’m gonna be designing more, and this website is going to be an invaluable reference. I hope this can be useful to my other fellow artists as well! :)

Did you find this helpful? If you’re able, maybe buy me a coffee please? :D

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This existed?! All this time???

friendly reminder that findtags is the best way to search tumblr’s absolutely destroyed tag system. it actually accurately looks through the tags without omitting results. it’s the only thing i use at this point because it’s the only thing that works

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...are you going to? i hope you're going to. you're too talanted not to join squealing santa

you've signed up, right?

right?

Errr…. 👀👀👀, yes of course I’ve already signed up for squealing Santa… of course….

(Frantically pulls up Google doc and fills it in)

It was my plan all along, no it definitely didn’t slip my mind

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Reblog if you’re in the tickle community & want anons ⚡️

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My coloured in version of @skribblz ‘s amazing commission, once again thank you so much! I literally love the commission to bits ❤️❤️❤️

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OMG IT’S AMAZING, PERFECT, SPECTACULAR!!! ❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

commission for @soft-tk-fluff​!!!! <3 <3 <3

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Short thread on how to do minimal work on shading and line art that makes your art 1000 times better

sorry if this is confusing, ask and I’ll try to clarify

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Just a bunch of useful websites

12ft – Hate paywalls? Try this site out.

My Fridge Food – No idea what to make? Tell this site what ingredients you have on hand and it will give you recipes to cook.

Project Gutenberg – Always ends up on these type of lists and for very good reason. All works that are copyright free in one place.

Ninite – New PC? Install all of your programs in one go with no bloat or unnecessary crap.

Unchecky – Tired of software trying to install additional unwanted programs? This will stop it completely by unchecking the necessary boxes when you install.

Sci-Hub – Research papers galore! Check here before shelling out money. And if it’s not here, try the next link in our list.

LibGen – Lots of free PDFs relate primarily to the sciences.

Zotero – A free and easy to use program to collect, organize, cite and share research.

Car Complaints – Buying a used car? Check out what other owners of the same model have to say about it first.

CamelCamelCamel – Check the historical prices of items on Amazon and set alerts for when prices drop.

Have I Been Pawned – Still the king when it comes to checking if your online accounts have been released in a data breach. Also able to sign up for email alerts if you’ve ever a victim of a breach.

Radio Garden – Think Google Earth but wherever you zoom, you get the radio station of that place.

Just The Recipe – Paste in the url and get just the recipe as a result. No life story or adverts.

Tineye – An Amazing reverse image search tool.

My 90s TV – Simulates 90’s TV using YouTube videos. Also has My80sTV, My70sTV, My60sTV and for the younger ones out there, My00sTV. Lose yourself in nostalgia.

Foto Forensics – Free image analysis tools.

Old Games Download – A repository of games from the 90’s and early 2000’s. Get your fix of nostalgia here.

Online OCR – Convert pictures of text into actual text and output it in the format you need.

Remove Background – An amazingly quick and accurate way to remove backgrounds from your pictures.

Twoseven – Allows you to sync videos from providers such as Netflix, Youtube, Disney+ etc and watch them with your friends. Ad free and also has the ability to do real time video and text chat.

Terms of Service, Didn’t Read – Get a quick summary of Terms of service plus a privacy rating.

Coolors – Struggling to get a good combination of colors? This site will generate color palettes for you.

This To That – Need to glue two things together? This’ll help.

Photopea – A free online alternative to Adobe Photoshop. Does everything in your browser.

BitWarden – Free open source password manager.

Atlas Obscura – Travelling to a new place? Find out the hidden treasures you should go to with Atlas Obscura.

ID Ransomware – Ever get ransomware on your computer? Use this to see if the virus infecting your pc has been cracked yet or not. Potentially saving you money. You can also sign up for email notifications if your particular problem hasn’t been cracked yet.

Way Back Machine – The Internet Archive is a non-profit library of millions of free books, movies, software, music, websites and loads more.

Rome2Rio – Directions from anywhere to anywhere by bus, train, plane, car and ferry.

Splitter – Seperate different audio tracks audio. Allowing you to split out music from the words for example.

myNoise – Gives you beautiful noises to match your mood. Increase your productivity, calm down and need help sleeping? All here for you.

DeepL – Best language translation tool on the web.

Forvo – Alternatively, if you need to hear a local speaking a word, this is the site for you.