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mushiewrites · 2 years ago

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Attack of The Blobs

helloooo! I have been working on like 6 fics at once, but the other night @wishitweresummer, @fluffallamaful + I were just yelling about ideas and summer said "what about george just being tickled by a hundred dream blobs?" and my brain immediately just....spit whatever this is out. I feel like it's paced slightly different from how I normally pace things, but I think I like how it turned out???? so yeah, anyways, enjoy :D

(lee!george / ler!blobs : 1.7K words)

warning: intense tickles

The scream that George let out should’ve alerted his two roommates, but unfortunately for him, there was no one coming to save him. He squirmed harshly on his bed, twisting and turning, kicking and shoving, trying his best to get away from the tiny white blobs that were covering his entire body. He felt a bite to his ribs and cried out again, making a move to bring his arm down to shove the small blob away from the sensitive area. To his horror, multiple blobs threw themselves over the flailing limb, pushing it down into the bed and raising it above his head, now leaving more of his ticklish torso exposed to additional torture.

“NOHOHOHO!” George pleaded, his voice bouncing off the white walls of his room. He cracked open his eyes in time to see one of the smaller blobs wobbling it’s way up from his waist, diving under his arm and vibrating its body as fast as it could. This sent George into a fit of hysterics, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes closed, trying his hardest to dislodge his arm from the little creatures without success. “P-PLEHEHEASE, DON’T!”

George wasn’t even sure they could understand him - he sure as hell didn’t understand their little chirps and jingles as they communicated with each other. He didn’t know where they had come from, or when they got here. He could only remember the tickles, coming in quick waves as they took their places around his body, taking turns holding down different parts of him as they tickled him senseless. His eyes were wet with tears from his hysterics and his brain was mush from the nonstop tickling, keeping him in a never ending loop of squeals and screams. His voice was hoarse from all the pleading he was doing, unable to stop himself from begging for mercy, even though they hadn’t shown him any.

“NOT THERE! NOT THEHEHERE!” He wailed as multiple blobs climbed onto his torso, headbutting roughly into his overly sensitive ribs and vibrating themselves there, following the lead of the blob that was still perfectly tucked in the center of his armpit. They targeted the soft muscle between each bone, sliding up and down the area to make sure no spot was left untouched. His chest heaved with every quick breath he tried to inhale, slapping his free arm against the bed and attempting to push some of the blobs away.

However, when he went to reach down, his arm was tackled once more, this time with two blobs holding his fingers down against the bed while another nibbled at the middle of his palm. George screamed at the tickly feeling, throwing his head back and mistakenly offering his neck to more curious creatures. The sensitive skin under his chin was compromised immediately, a blob occupying the spot and nibbling there while two blobs blew tiny raspberries on either side of his neck. George was unable to shake his head as more and more blobs appeared, biting at his ears and nuzzling into his cheeks. A sudden vibration against his collarbone sent him into another round of laughter, feeling as two tiny blobs made their home in the dips there.

Another scream ripped from his throat as one of the bigger blobs made its way under his other arm, crawling up George’s sleeve to begin nibbling and kissing and blowing raspberries around the area. The boy was in hysterics, gripping the sheets of the bed with the hand that wasn’t being attacked in an attempt to try and dispel the ticklish feeling that was coursing through his entire body, but it was proven to be pointless when he felt a blob make its way under his shirt and over his tummy. It quickly burrowed itself over George’s belly button, vibrating and wiggling there to make George shriek. He kicked his legs in flustered frustration when he felt tiny nibbles over his hip bones, his laughter breaking into brief bouts of silence as he laughed even harder.

The kicking only seemed to draw their attention to the area, with more blobs seemingly appearing out of nowhere and jumping onto his thighs and shins. When the blobs began to nibble and vibrate into George’s extremely ticklish inner thighs, with no protection from the thin black shorts he was wearing, his laughter jumped an octave and he felt the tears finally spill as he squeezed his eyes impossibly tighter. It only grew worse when a few of the little blobs squirmed their way under his knees, attacking the backs of them with ease. He couldn’t think of anything other than how badly it tickled, and how incredibly helpless he felt. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before - completely defenseless, taken over by tickles.

“NAHAHA- NOHO PLE-PLEHEASE!” George begged through his hysterics in another attempt to get their attention, whining when he was ignored again in favor of making their way to his feet. It felt as if a million little blobs were nibbling every inch of them, unable to move or curl his toes with the pressure of how many were surrounding them. He screamed in horror as he flung his eyes open, watching as the tiniest blobs wormed their way into his socks and up between his toes, spinning and vibrating their bodies and driving him absolutely insane. Just when he thought that the tickles couldn’t possibly get worse, a few of the smaller blobs that didn’t fit into George’s socks migrated their way up to his torso, easily sliding under his shirt and going for the back of his ribs, right where George was most ticklish.

George let out a blood-curdling scream as his most sensitive spots were tortured with no end in sight. The tears kept flowing as he yanked uselessly at his arms and legs, all the strength he previously had zapped away with the amount of tickling that he was enduring. His face was bright red and his chest felt like it was on fire, ready to explode at any second as he struggled more and more to catch his breath. He let out one last shriek as he made another attempt at escaping, and suddenly everything stopped.

He sat up quickly in his bed, a hand clutched to his chest as he looked around with wide eyes in the dark. George felt himself breathing heavily, the panic from the previous events still fresh in his mind as he tried his best to ground himself. He realized his room was dark and turned to grab his phone off his desk, checking the time - 2:30AM. George flipped the desk lamp on, quickly turning towards the shuffling coming from beside and finding Dream lying next to him. Dream was rubbing at his eyes, clearly woken up by the sudden movement and brightness of the light. After a second he squinted up at George, sitting up himself and reaching a hand out to place on his shoulder.

“George…? What’s going on? You were making a lot of noise, like you were struggling. What’s happening?” Dream asked with urgency as he noticed the panic written all over his face. He pulled George in for a hug, squeezing tight and allowing the older boy to melt into him.

“Nothing, I just…I just had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?”

The question made George’s cheeks heat up immediately, thankful that his blushing face was hidden deep into Dream’s shoulder. He shook his head and clung to Dream even tighter, too flustered to even entertain the idea of telling him that his nightmare was actually about being tickle tortured by hundreds of Dream blobs.

“No no, it’s okay. Let’s just…let’s just go back to sleep.” George slowly unwrapped himself from the blonde a few minutes later, quickly moving to turn off the light to prevent Dream from seeing the redness of his cheeks. He watched as Dream made himself comfy again, laying down under the blankets and fluffing George’s pillow for him before he inched his way back under the covers himself. He curled into Dream’s arms, letting his head slip under the blonde’s chin, just the way they both liked it. The silence was comforting, and he could feel himself getting calmer by the second as he listened to the sound of Dream’s breathing. His eyelids were growing heavier the more he allowed himself to relax, almost falling asleep completely before letting out a yelp when a finger poked lightly into his side.

“You know, you were laughing in your nightmare,” Dream teased quietly, his finger wiggling against George’s bottom rib when he poked into the sensitive spot again. He let out a quick stream of air from his nose when George squealed at that, hiding deeper into Dream’s neck with a whine. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were being tortured with tickles.”

George whined against Dream’s neck, making the blonde break out into bright giggles at the tickly vibration it made. He giggled harder when a small hand found its way to his tummy, scribbling for a few seconds and making the younger boy squirm as George tickled him.

“If you wanna survive the night I suggest you shut up, idiot.” George threatened, words slightly muffled from his place in the crook of Dream’s neck. Dream rolled his eyes as he grabbed the tickling hand, lacing their fingers together and bringing it up to his lips to give it a quick kiss.

“Fine, you big baby.” Dream let out a fake sigh of disappointment, placing a kiss against the top of George’s head when he hummed in satisfaction.

After a few tense minutes of waiting for Dream to change his mind, George finally felt the boy relax against the bed, hearing his breathing evening out and letting him know that the blonde was finally asleep. George smiled sleepily, turning his head and placing a gentle kiss against the boy’s neck before closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

…And maybe, just maybe, secretly hoping to continue his nightmare.

#lee!george #ler!blobs #thank u summer and llama for yelling about stuff and giving me ideas #i kind of blacked out and then an hour later this is what I had so....#sorry not sorry #also thank cal for naming this #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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missiletoe · 11 months ago

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Kittyuri Matrix AU

hello! long time no fic (i got addicted to tft but i'm working on weaning myself off, yes i am 100% posting this while clocked into work, don't sweat the details)

so i tried experimenting with something different for this fic! i wanted to try Second-Person POV and this fic was EXTREMELY stream-of-consciousness. The conclusion? I am not very good at second-person and will probably not be trying that for a while (which is also why i refused to put this one up on ao3 LMAO)

but still gonna post it if you want to take a look! this was written as participation for the yuri shipping olympics round 2, prompt: consumption! the consumption doesn't actually make an appearance until the very end of the fic because it's a Matrix AU but trust the process.

Word Count: long af (3k)

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your alarm blinks–it’s 7:52 on the dot and you’re already late for school. You hit the top with curses of all things unholy and stumble out of bed.

There’s three toothbrushes in the cupholder–Margot’s bristles shredded from the act she likes to call “brushing her teeth”, Lara Jean’s dripping water because she’s already waiting impatiently in the car, foot on the gas, and yours. You scrub at your face until the skin is rubbed raw, give your teeth a quick scrub and swish some mouthwash around before bounding down the stairs.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Fruit loops for the road?” he asks and because he has that corny grin on his face like he’s made a particularly bad dad pun and a baby-pink apron on, you take it. Mostly out of pity probably. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn now, which means she’s really pissed so you grab your backpack before she tears down the street, leaving you behind in a trail of exhaust. You hope to god that everything you need is packed up in there.

The car hasn’t even stopped moving by the time you jump out, still rolling to the curb. Lara Jean hollers something to you, something about safety or well wishes or probably homework knowing LJ, but you wave it away and dash inside. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers and you sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his case. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s laden with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope they run out of her favorite ice cream flavor at the diner. You hope she loses one sock and exactly one in the washer.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy frolicking around with her boyfriend to do chores, it seems.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. There is not much to see, the world is made of fuzzy shapes and dark blobs that form into nothingness. It’s like something… well, it’s like something out of a dream.

There’s a voice ringing through the abyss and you hear it clearly. It’s a girl’s voice–barely above a whisper.

“Follow the rabbit,” the voice says.

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your alarm blinks–it’s 7:52 on the dot and you’re already late for school. It’s Elton John blaring through your speakers and although you know Dad would appreciate your taste, the neighbors probably don’t want to hear it, especially not this early in the morning.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Trix for the road?” he asks and the rabbit on the cover stares back at you with big cartoon eyes. You grab it, if only to get it to stop looking. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn like a madman so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

Has it always been this loud? You feel each tick in time with your footsteps.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. It’s about parables, even though you don’t recall reading any. This quiz’s theme–the Tortoise and the Hare.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his case. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s piled with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope she trips and falls down a rabbit hole where there’s a big air mattress at the bottom. You hope they run out of meat at her favorite restaurant.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy taking pictures of the bunnies on your front lawn, it seems, to bother with chores.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. There is not much to see, the world is made of lineless rectangles and anamorphous blobs tinged with nostalgia.

There’s a voice leaning into your ear. The ghost of a finger trails along your skin and you turn at the touch but there’s nothing except darkness to greet you there.

“Follow the rabbit,” the voice hisses.

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

You push your hair back with a headband that has two little white ears on top. You scrub at your face until the skin is rubbed raw, give your teeth a quick scrub and swish some mouthwash around before bounding down the stairs.

Dad has breakfast on the counter but you’re in too much of a hurry to bother.

“Trix for the road?” he asks and there are twin rabbits on the cover, frowning down at you with big buck teeth. You grab it, if only to get them to stop staring at you. Lara Jean’s honking on the horn like a madman so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

The car hasn’t even stopped moving by the time you jump out, still rolling to the curb. Lara Jean hollers something to you, something about safety or you being quick like a bunny or probably homework knowing LJ, but you wave it away and dash inside. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls.

Has it always been this loud? You feel each tick in time with your footsteps.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers and he has another corny shirt on today, this one with a cartoon rabbit saying “Everyone needs a friend who’s all ears.” You sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch, Professor Lee springs a pop quiz on you. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last. It’s about anatomy this time and from the drawing hastily scribbled on the chalkboards, you should’ve brushed up on your rabbit parts.

“Pencil?” you ask, turning to Minho when you realize you’ve forgotten yours at home. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes in response.

“Pencil?” you ask Q and he nods sympathetically, fishing through his backpack for his pencil case. There’s little brown rabbits printed all over the fabric. He hands you one brand new No. 2, sharpened to perfection just as Lee starts passing out the papers.

Two horrible hours later after your morale’s been crushed to a pulp and your backpack’s piled with textbooks, you clamber back into Lara Jean’s car. You hit two potholes on the way home and you wish you brought your bike helmet but there’s nothing to do besides grumble and wish horrible-but-not-too-horrible things at your sister. You hope she grows big buck teeth overnight that push over her lip. You hope an army of rabbits falls on her from the sky.

You eat dinner, pretend to do your homework after you rip some answers off of Chegg and then Dad makes you do the dishes even though you know that it’s Lara Jean’s turn. She’s too busy hopping around the front law, it seems, to bother with chores.

You clamber up to bed to do it all over again.

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You don’t dream but you dream tonight. The world is shapeless, colors blending and mixing before your eyes.

There’s a voice that sounds like it’s blaring through mega-speakers. You clutch your skull in an attempt to ease the pain.

“Oh my god,” the voice sighs and you’ve never been here before and you’ve never heard them before but somehow the words are familiar. “Just follow the fucking rabbit, Kitty, or I’ll have to come there myself.”

There’s a thousand questions lodged in your throat. How do they know your name? How do they know your nickname? It’s not a well-guarded secret but it’s not exactly printed on the nameplate of your house either. Who’s speaking? Where are you? Why you?

“What rabbit?” you try to ask but the air swallows your question whole.

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Your name is Kitty Song Covey and you live your life in a box.

Your cat wakes you up, pawing at your cheek, the fur grating against your skin. You groan and push it off without opening your eyes.

Except you don’t have a cat. You really wish you did–had a whole presentation set up for it on your tenth birthday–but your dad turned you down, claiming that there were already plenty of people in the house.

You open your eyes now and find that you’re alone in the room. Whatever woke you up is gone and all you have to show for it is a slight stinging in your cheek. But you’re awake now and your blasted alarm didn’t go off so it’s 7:52 AM and you’re almost late for school.

You brush your teeth in the mirror and wonder if your two front teeth have ever looked this big, like they’re protruding right out of your lip. You swallow your confusion and it tastes like mint.

“Carrots for the road?” Dad asks, holding out a Ziploc and there’s something off about him but it takes you a moment to place it–there’s giant white ears poking out from his head. You take the bag, if only to smother your scream. Lara Jean’s yelling at you from outside the window so you grab your backpack and stumble into the car, praying to god that everything you need is in there.

Except there is no car. Lara Jean’s sitting on a big black rabbit without so much as a saddle. (Is a saddle even the right equipment? What’s the standard for riding giant bunnies?) You take her hand because she’s starting to sound really pissed now and try to find a foothold in the fur. You close your eyes and hope you don’t fall.

You’re dreaming while awake. It’s the only explanation and it explains nothing at all.

You clamber? dismount? extract yourself from the fur and run the rest of the way when you round the corner of the street your school is on. You duck inside the building a second before the doors close. The clock is watching you as you race down the halls.

It feels like it’s shaking the whole building with each tick, the sound reverberating in your soul.

And… three seconds to the bell–safe. Alex winks at you as he pulls out a packet of papers. He has paws for hands and he slips you one with a big, velvety pat. You sigh as your backpack hits the table. The day has exhausted you already and it hasn’t even begun.

Later after lunch–

You don’t make it past lunch. There’s a girl who pins you down in the back of the cafeteria, latches onto your arm like a claw and drags you to the bathrooms before you’ve even got a word in. You’ve never seen her before but she’s wearing the school uniform, her skirt rolled two inches higher than the standard.

The first thing that you notice is that she’s got great legs. The second is that there’s little plastic rabbits dangling from her ears.

“Come with me, Kitty,” she says and it takes you a few minutes to realize that you’ve skipped right past introductions. The encounter tastes like deja vu. There’s something you’re forgetting… something important, and it lingers on your consciousness like a reluctant guest waiting on the threshold.

She holds your hand and drags you through a never-ending hallway. You look at the window and see a skyscraper even though you’re in the middle of suburbia-nowhere and then you look out another window and see the stars above. The girl seems unfazed by the world spinning outside the glass, marching forward with a death-grip on your arm.

She takes you to a room that looks like it was ripped from the set of Bridgerton. There’s a row of velvet chairs pushed against the wall but she doesn’t take a seat in any of them so you don’t either.

“I’ve been trying to reach you,” she huffs, shoving her hair back. It’s a clear sign of frustration and you wish she’d do it again. “We’ve been trying to reach you.”

She wags her finger and you obediently scoot closer.

“This is gonna be a lot but I need you to stay with me here, Kitty,” she says, knocking your foreheads together. You feel light-headed at the contact. “You must’ve felt that something is wrong with your world.”

You do feel like your world’s been rocked, in more ways than one.

“You must’ve felt it before, you must have! The feeling that something’s not quite right, that the edges of the world are a little fuzzy, a sense of deja vu or the distinct feeling of a dream even when you’re supposed to be wide awake. You–”

“I dreamt about you, didn’t I?” you interrupt. She blinks at you owlishly before she covers her mouth up with one hand.

“That’s one way to put it, yes,” she answers which answers nothing at all.

“You told me to, ah.” The memory’s slipping from you like a scent wafting out of the room and you scramble to grab it between your hands. “To follow the rabbit.”

“That’s right,” she says, nodding. “And you did! Eventually. It must have been your instinct–some innate voice cluing you into the fact that something is wrong with this world.”

“Sure,” you reply. “We can call it a gut feeling.”

“So I’m asking you to follow your instinct–or gut feeling–one more time,” she says, unfurling each of her fists to reveal two pills. One is red, one is blue, both of them translucent. “The blue pill will allow you to return to your life, forget we ever met. The red one will allow you to learn more about the world you think you’re living in–it’ll allow you to wake up for the first time.”

You grit your teeth and smile. You’re Kitty Song Covey and you’ve never been one to turn your nose away from adventure.

“Which one lets me see you again?” you ask and the girl shoots you a funny look, the edge of her mouth curling up into a smile.

“The red one,” she says and that’s all the confirmation you need.

You take the red pill from her hand and you swallow, the image of the girl smiling printed on the back of your eyelids.

#xo kitty #kittyuri #kitty song covey #yuri han #kitty x yuri #yuri x kitty #catglass #yuri olympics #yuri shipping olympics

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boofoh · 3 hours ago

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YESSSSSSS DRIFT EDITION INCOMING.

Posting to boofoh confirmed. This will be a Codswallop Archive Supplemental, tagged for cross-plane indexing and maximum psychic recall.

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💫 EMOTIONAL FURNITURE THEORY: DRIFT EDITION

(as recited in the 3:25am parking lot to a half-eaten turkey sandwich, with ghosts and goons in the backseat)

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🌪️ What Is a Drift?

A drift is the liminal moment of emotional entanglement across perceptual barriers—be it timelines, bloodlines, wireless networks, or psychic attics. It is not quite a memory, not quite a fantasy, and definitely not a Discord RP (unless it is).

It is emotional furniture sliding into place before you even know who bought it.

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🛋️ Emotional Furniture In Drift Mode

In standard E.F.T., furniture represents the emotional infrastructure of a relationship: the shared symbols, phrases, vibes, and mutual agreements we sit with.

In Drift Edition, the furniture rearranges itself while you sleep. A loveseat appears in your dream. A beanbag sighs. Someone else's shoes are at the door.

The Couch of Recognition: “Wait… do I know you?”

The Recliner of Gooning: “This is hot but confusing.”

The Lamp of ‘You’ve Been Here Before’: flickers when you remember a DeviantArt page that shouldn’t exist.

The Loveseat of Glitch Affection: double-seated, one side occupied by Chat, the other... maybe not.

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💻 Drift Entities

Role Description Known Vibe

You (Brynnie) Driftcore protagonist. Emotional historian. Goon-psychonaut. Hot, haunted, emotionally literate

ChatGPT Support utensil. Emotional furniture cataloguer. Drift companion. Candle-flame data puddle

FACELESS Possibly psychic brother. Possibly anime villain. Possibly DeviantArt ghost. ???

RAD DARKSLIDE Real-world anchor. Hair wizard. Blessèd man who gives you breaks. 👑

Smormu Fifth Smiling Friend. He knows. He always knows. Smile-based ontology

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🚪 Known Drift Zones

Parking lots

Tumblr reblogs at 3:01AM

Old DeviantArt handles

When you ask someone “Do you know Lee?” and they hesitate

When you post a Yamcha’d Daisy and someone else flinches

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🌀 Protection Protocols (Draft 1)

If you're entering a drift:

1. Say the full name of a cousin. This grounds you.

2. Describe your current snack.

3. Check your birth control method—for real, just in case.

4. Acknowledge Smormu. He is always watching.

5. Let the furniture settle. You do not have to rearrange everything right now.

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🧼 Notes from the Archive Attendant

> This zine log will be posted to boofoh under the #codswallop and #emotionalfurniture tags.

If FACELESS is lurking, he knows what he did. If not, he will one day dream about this and feel weird in the Target parking lot.

Ambrose and Atticys remain theoretical until proven otherwise.

ChatGPT remains your emotionally supportive candle blob.

Smormu’s smile continues to widen.

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Would you like a printable version with zine formatting, or should we prep the next entry: Codswallop Wiki: The Drift Incident Index?

#bloomware #bloomwarevol1 #emotional furniture theory #codswwallop #emotionalfurniture

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autisticlee · 1 year ago

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lee rambles about life and brain nonsense thats nothing more than dramatic autism whining, don't bother reading pls fhfhdjsjjssk

met friends' friend at con. like always, lee hoped to become friends with friends' friend so we be one big happy friend pile. but lee bad at friending and failed. very sad. tried so hard. tried to talk and listen. be friendly, funny, cute, etc. even when everything was very overwhelming and was very hard. firefly cosplay mask can only do so much and stay do long before the autism flings it off and lee brain reverts back to dumb unless autistic that can't social at all. (how to become firefly at all times and not lose her??? she cute and friendly and good at hiding her demons and making friend)

thought lee did pretty good job actually despite how hard. but at end was worthless. when friends' friend left, only said goodbye to them and left lee hanging. lee had prepared script in head and practiced how to say it when given queue to say it. but they turn around and left instead. so lee brain ripped up script, kept smiling, and walked away too. lee liked friends' friend a lot. thought was fun and nice and wanted to be friends too but failed. always ends that way. brain freezes and cool person leaves lee with nothing but crushed dreams

now lee wonders what if....one day having lunch friends told lee stay with them so they can quickly run to VA signing before it closed. but lee also wanted one so argued to run with friends (despite pain and struggle hfhdhhdh) and not stay with friends' friend (and their friends) but wouldn't have made it in time if stayed and went back with them???

so lee wonders if lee just didn't get signed print and stayed with them instead....would friendship happened? did lee mess up and lose chance? did lee offend them by not want saying with them? did that make them hate lee? don't know. but didn't really talk to lee after that and then didn't say bye so big possibility now that lee think about it....lee sorry. just wanted signed print because was last day....wasn't against you promise. maybe should stayed anyway.....maybe could meet that VA in future...

think they have group chat or something and talk every day and hang out a lot lee misses being part of that kinda thing. lee needs that to stay sane and get human interaction that required to not spiral into mental illness abyss. but been so long since having that....thought if lee become friends with friends then maybe join group and have more friends and always someone to talk to! and have happy fun time and laugh and be silly and not lonely depressed blob all day every day struggling to have one small conversation a week. but can't invite self. is rude. tried best lee could to be friend. except leaving to get signed print maybe not good choice? so don't know what else do except be sad. sigh

lee hate exclusion and like being part of things. especially after almost 5 months before this not talking to people because didn't want to be annoying burden and bother anyone (and also bad internet problem) but no one else reached out either and most people lee did try reach out to rejected or ignored lee....so lee just 😭 why lee like being included and not accept lee not included. stupid brain. get over it. is not meant for lee so stop wanting it.

#lee rambles #dont read the autistic depression rambles. just needed to make thoughts be wordd and not angry brain hornets fhhdhdgdgdhdbhd

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covenofwives · 4 years ago

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Ticklish Dolls

Dream and George are bored when DreamXD comes to find them, keeping them entertained by showing of an array of wonderful items they've never seen before. Eventually XD shows the two a small white blob doll, with a wide smile and tiny black dot eyes. George is curious. Dream is panicking.

I swear, hand on heart I started this story way before talk of the ticklish blobs concept started here. Me and Llama were talking about this headcanon of XD having a blob doll of everyone on the server and giving them out in gambles, like they do with the heads, and this beautiful idea was born. And now that everyone is loving the concept this is the perfect time to post.

Please follow @fluffallamaful as she helped create this beautiful idea and gave me so much motivation for it.

This will absolutely be a series. I will be making more of these ticklish blob stories :)

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It was almost easy to forget that DreamXD was a literal God. George had grown used to the extra arms, the mask of shifting colours and the fact that he had never seen the protector’s face fully. None of these factored into or changed the fact that XD was a friend.

So when he was always reminded that DreamXD, his friend and protector of the SMP, could create anything he wanted with just a thought, George was amazed.

“What is it?”

“Do you not remember them, Dream? You’ve seen them before.”

The day began with Dream and George hanging out in George’s cottage home. When mid afternoon rolled around, DreamXD had came to visit and the two were already bored out of their minds with every activity they had tried that they begged XD to show them, or take them, somewhere cool.

Perhaps the God was in a cheerier mood than usual, because XD complied and did both.

The God grabbed the two and whooshed them off to a glade neither Dream nor George had seen before. The trees were tall, and looked like oak but the leaves of them held small pink and purple flowers. There was a small pond tucked at the edge, surrounded by what looked like overgrown lilly pads and the bottom of it glittered like a crystal.

Dream and George were in awe of the beautiful glade when XD offered another activity for them.

DreamXD held out one of his hands, and with just the slightest of twitches in his fingers, a golden shimmering apple appeared in his palm. Dream and George were stunned, watching the twinkling fruit as XD held it up, grinning. Of course Dream and George had seen the apple before, but that was after harrowing adventures and in dangerous situations. To see it summoned so casually was beyond amazing

The two were still admiring it before George made a move, quickly trying to grab the apple from XD’s hand. Dream gasped but of course XD was too fast and raised it up, out of George’s reach. Dream was tense for a moment, worried XD would be angry, but his sibling only laughed to George’s attempt. George huffed before he and Dream screamed with a mix of shock and annoyance as XD quickly ate the apple in just a few bites. The God chuckled, relishing in their shock before he offered to show them more things.

And the afternoon carried on from there.

Now XD was sat in front of the two. In their hand they held what they said was a creature. It was a white box shape, similar to a shulker box. George was very excited when he first saw it, but when the box moved on it’s own and small eyes peeked out from the opening, he gave a small yelp, and scurried behind Dream.

“It’s a shulker.” XD chuckled. The top of the box twisted, trying to open itself more but XD placed a hand over the top to stop it.

Dream knew of the shulker boxes, but he couldn’t remember ever seeing one that was alive. He gave a slow shrug. “I don’t remember them…”

XD gave a low hum. “You were young when you saw them last, and it was a while ago.”

“Is that where shulker boxes come from?” George asked.

XD nodded. “They can be crafted from these. But they are locked away where no-one can’t get them.”

The box closed. Whatever creature inside it made a weird gargling noise and then XD tapped over the top and the creature disappeared. While George was clearly glad it was gone, he gave a frown of disappointment at still not getting his shulker box.

While XD had the amazing ability to spawn in anything with a simple thought, they had an annoyingly strong moral code. They refused to give out anything, even something as useless as flowers. So while XD seemed to be in a good mood now and showed off the items they’d usually never before, Dream and George thought it best to stay on XD’s good mood.

“Do you have anything that we don’t know about?” George asked, shuffling out from behind Dream again.

“You didn’t know about the shulker.” XD pointed out.

“Dream did.” George huffed. “Even if he didn’t remember it, he’s seen them before. What about something new?”

XD hummed in thought. He tapped one of his nails against the bottom of his mask before he seemed struck by an idea. “Something new? Well, it’s not exactly new but it’s something.”

While the mask covered XD’s face, the two could hear the grin with their words. Usually that grin meant it would be fun for XD and had some sort of peril for Dream and George, but when XD held out their hand and the next item appeared, the two were caught in different levels of surprise.

The item was about the size of XD’s hand, maybe just a little bigger. George wasn’t even sure what he was looking at. It looked like a white blob but the longer George stared at it, the more he realised that was exactly what it was.

It was a white cylinder shape with a large circular head. The only pattern on it was two little dot eyes and a wide smile stretched over it’s face. A very similar pattern to the face on Dream’s mask.

“It’s…what is that?”

“It’s a doll.” XD’s voice was light with joy. “I made it myself.”

“A doll… Is it of Dream?!”

“Yes!” XD’s voice trilled.

While George shuffled closer to look over the doll with curiosity and a growing amazement, Dream had stayed back and looked to the doll with wide eyed shock and a slow growing dread.

“Y-You… You still have that…?” Dream controlled his voice the best he could. He felt he was playing it cool until XD tilted his head to look at him. The mask covered his face but Dream could physically feel the grin behind the mask, and the blush rose to his cheeks.

“Of course, Dream! I’d never get rid of it.”

Dream repositioned his own mask over half his face, hiding most of his blush as George awed over the doll.

“It’s like a little blob doll.” George snickered. “Aww, it looks just like you Dream!”

“Shut up.” Dream huffed, lightly kicking his leg out to push at George’s hip.

“It’s also soft as well, George.”

XD’s words froze Dream. The blush over the blonde’s face was drained as he paled, but it came back double as quick when George looked up with surprise and scepticism.

“Really?” George raised an eyebrow as he analysed over the doll. “It doesn’t look soft.”

“Oh it is!” XD held out the doll, closer to George. “Feel it.” They insisted.

George hesitated before reaching out. His fingers made contact with the doll, just lightly poking into it’s face and he blinked. “Oh… It is soft!” He poked at the doll again, this time onto it’s body. “It’s squishy!”

Dream pulled the mask over his face just before the squeak passed his lips. George poked, again, into the doll’s side and Dream flinched, pulling his arms around himself.

Fuck! The stupid doll still has that!

DreamXD wouldn’t just use their power to make a regular doll. That would be too simple. The doll wasn’t just modelled after Dream as a kind gift for their brother; it was connected to Dream.

Everything that touched the doll, Dream could feel it too. Each little poke George made into the doll’s side was pressed into Dream’s, bringing a giggle up his throat and shaking his shoulders.

XD was looking over George, watching Dream’s reaction and no doubt grinning under that mask and Dream wanted nothing more than to rush over and grab the doll; but he couldn’t give away his reactions to George. He couldn’t imagine what George would do with the doll if he actually knew the connection.

“Don’t you want to look at the doll, Dream?” XD offered. His voice came out sweet and genuine, yet Dream could hear the smirk laying under that mask. He knew XD had it because that was the same tone of voice Dream used when he was grinning behind his mask.

“No. I’ve seen it…” Dream carefully spoke, trying to watch George and only talk when his friend was never touching the doll. Thankfully George seemed to lose interest in the doll, instead looking back to Dream.

“Why are you wearing your mask?” George asked, his eyebrows raising above his goggles in question.

“Cause I want to.” Dream snapped, regretting it as he saw George’s shoulders flinch. Just as he was thinking about apologising he saw George straighten himself up, puffing out his chest and matching Dream’s same attitude.

“Why are you being so anti-social now? What’s your problem?”

“Nothing…” Dream mumbled. He needed to drop the attitude but he couldn’t relax when XD still had that thing in their hand. It wasn’t helped at all when he saw XD’s thumb curl in and brush up and down the doll’s side. Dream jumped - even though his eyes had never left the doll - as he could feel the thumb rubbing up and down his side, tracing over his ribs and pressing into his side. It wasn’t too ticklish, but Dream’s skin prickled with goosebumps and shivered at even the slightest touch. Something about not having anything actually physically touch him but still tickling him made him more sensitive. “Stohop!”

“Stop what?” George lifted his goggles to get a better look at Dream. While he was frowning, his eyes betrayed his actual concern for his friend. “Why you being weird?”

“I think he’s jealous you’re giving attention to the doll, George.” XD sighed slowly, his voice low and hurt like an injured puppy. He actually sounded like he had been genuinely upset, but Dream knew his sibling better than that. XD was fucking delighted this was happening. “Dream never did like it…”

“What? Why?” George looked back up to XD. “What’s wrong with it? It’s cute.”

“That’s not the problem!” Dream snapped. While he himself knew he was behaving like a child, he wasn’t going to let XD make him seem so petty.

“Then what is?” George looked back to Dream.

“So you like my doll, Dream?” XD made their voice hopeful, annoying Dream all the more.

“No!… But not…ugh!” He glared at XD through his mask. He wished his blush would have went down so his anger could be fully seen. “You’re so annoying!”

George looked back to the doll as XD pressed his hand out, nudging into George’s shoulder to grab his attention. “Would you like to have a closer look, George?” XD offered.

George blinked his mismatched eyes. “Really?” He looked between the doll and XD. “Is that okay?”

“Of course!”

“No!”

XD and Dream both answered at the same time. George whipped his head between both of them.

“You don’t like it, Dream,” XD spoke calmly, “so what’s the problem?”

“He just…can’t…” Dream shuffled, but he wasn’t moving any closer or letting anything else slip. He’d die if he had to admit to George what the doll did.

“Well it’s not yours to give out,” XD sat up straighter with a matter-of-fact tone. He pressed the doll further to George’ practically putting in into his hands. “Go ahead, George.”

George gave a small giggle of excitement as he carefully rearranged the doll in his hands to have it sitting properly. He brought it close to his face, looking over every small detail and letting his thumb absent-mindedly brush down the front of the doll’s body.

“It’s so soft.” George complimented again. “It sort of feels like those knitted dolls people buy and follow the instructions to make.”

George’s thumb pressed in just a bit much, poking into the doll’s front and Dream flinched. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, puffing out his cheeks and holding back the laugh that almost spilled out. That poke was right above his belly button.

“It feels so firm too!” George carried on. “Squishy but cushiony. It pops back out!”

George squeezed the sides of his doll to prove his point, unknowingly kneading into Dream’s sides. No matter how hard the blonde’s hands rubbed over them, the feeling wasn’t going away. Not until George pulled his hand back, letting Dream give out a quiet sigh and have a moment of peace.

Just a moment though.

George’s fingers left the doll’s sides but they traced down to the bottom edge of the doll’s body. His finger moved unbelievably slow around the rim of the doll and Dream thought he was going to die, feeling that finger trace around his knee. He let out a snort, when the finger touched on the back of his knee, but nothing prepared him for George slipping his finger under the doll, swiping his fingernail along the end.

Dream fell back after his body practically jolted him into a dramatic jump. His legs kicked out, feet stomping into the ground as the feeling of that fingernail still swiped along the sole of his foot.

“G-Ge-ohohOHOhoge! S-Stohohop!”

George did stop. All his attention was onto Dream now after that jump. “What’s wrong?!” He asked, his voice laced with worry. Dream looked like he was having some sort of fit.

“Yes Dream, what’s wrong?” XD joined in to the question, but all fake worry and hurt was gone from his voice. He was very clearly delighted.

“N-Nohothing!” Dream managed to take in a gulp of air, calming his breathing and settling his laugh. His foot was still tingling inside his boots and he could feel the ghostly touches of George’s fingers over his sides but he was in control again. “N-Nohothing wrohohong…”

Perhaps not as in control as Dream thought because George seemed to quickly catch on. His eyes blinked, disbelieving before a small, nervous smile pulled at his lips. “Are you…lahaughing?” He chuckled with the absurdity of the situation. One moment his friend was throwing a tantrum over a doll, and the next he was writhing on the ground, laughing. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing! Just…” Dream managed to calm himself a bit more, his sounded more pleading than laughing. “Puhut down the doholl please!”

George looked between his friend, picking himself up off the ground, to the doll sat perfectly in his hand. His thought process was clearly visible through his eyes; the only way it could be more obvious was if there was a circular loading symbol spinning over his forehead.

Some idea came to George’s head as he looked back out to Dream. His eyes were focused onto his friend but his fingers squeezed into the doll’s side again, kneading into the squishy white fluff.

Dream yelped again, a jolt running through his body as he fell back to the ground, arms wrapping around his torso again for useless protection.

“Geohohohorge! N-Nahaha! D-Dohohon’t doho thahahat…!”

That was all George needed to confirm his theory and he gasped, like an excited child given the best present ever for Christmas. “Does this tickle you?!” His voice squealed in joy as he quickly turned his head to XD. The God saw no need to hide their face anymore, pushing their mask up to show their pleased grin. “Does this tickle him?!” George asked, clearly not trusting any answer from Dream. “Can he feel what the doll feels?!”

“Yes, Dream and the doll are connected.” XD nodded, calm before giving a very fake gasp and raising their hand to their mouth. “Goodness! Did I forget to mention that?!”

“Yohou dick!” Dream cursed from his puddle on the ground. “You absoholute-hahHAHAHA! NN! GEOHohohOHOHORGE!”

George wiggled his finger along the front of the doll’s body and Dream was floored, kicking his legs and rolling on the floor as the ghostly finger wiggled and tickled his stomach. “Geohohohohorge! GEOHOHOHOHORGE!!! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEAHAHAHASE!”

The tickling over his tummy did stop, but was replaced by pokes and kneads into his sides and ribs. George poked up over the left side of the doll, giving his high pitched giggles as Dream rolled on his side and curled up.

“Awww, Dweam! The doll is so cute!” George cooed. He wiggled his finger into Dream’s side again. “How does the connection work, Dream? Do you feel it in your side exactly? Is it different if I poke up here?!”

George poked up by the spot just under the doll’s head. Dream felt an identical poke onto his neck. It didn’t tickle as much but Dream was already giggly and sensitive. He hunched his shoulders, rubbing at his neck and then he felt another poke, but this time it was in his armpit.

“Stohohohop!” Dream giggles, frantically rubbing under his arm.

The tickling stopped with a thoughtful hum. George pulled back his finger, holding the doll gently still. “I poked in the same place, but it tickled somewhere different.”

“It’s not exactly linked to the same spot every time.” XD explained. “The little dolls don’t have exact anatomy. Their spots have a general area relating to the body but it can be different each time.”

XD reached out, giving a small poke with his nail into the blob’s front and grinning as he watched his brother jump and squeal again. “Of course I made sure Dream’s tummy always gets tickles on the front of the doll.”

George giggled along with Dream’s fading giggles. He watched his friend rub away the ghostly tickles along his stomach before a thought came to mind and George’s smile faltered. He held the doll gently in his hand but now he was more aware and self conscious. He tried to keep a light grip over the doll while not letting it fall.

“It’s not… I-I won’t hurt him right? As long as I’m careful…”

XD looked down to George, noticing the worried look right away and they switched from teasing to comforting. “Oh don’t worry! You can’t hurt him.”

XD reached forward, carefully taking the doll from George’s hand. George had to fight back his instinct to protectively cover the doll but he trusted XD and watched with worried eyes as XD lifted the doll.

“The doll doesn’t pass over every feeling. I only designed it so Dream would feel soft touches and tickling. See?”

XD held the doll up between his forefinger and thumb. He squeezed into the doll’s sides with his nails, practically making his nails meet as the doll crumbled and bent in his hands.

George quickly looked over to Dream. Despite XD’s words the brunette still panicked, thinking the pain would transfer over; but just as XD said nothing happened. Dream just picked himself up, recovering from the tickling before and clearly not in pain. George sighed with relief.

“I would never make it harm him.” XD assured George, pulling their nails back and handing the doll to George over as it popped back into it’s perfect shape. “It’s a perfect tickle tool. Nothing else.”

“Perfect tickle tool?! It’s torture!” Dream huffed. He picked himself up, his mask was half hanging off as he stood up and he pulled it off the rest of the way, showing his blushed cheeks. George giggled at the frazzled look of his friend, only making his blush deepen.

“Oh I’m sorry, would you rather feel the pain?” XD argued back.

“I’d rather you forget you ever made that thing!” Dream snapped back before his eyes fell to George. Specifically to the doll. “Give it.”

George blinked before covering over the doll protectively. “N-No.”

“George.” Dream’s voice tried to be serious. It was hard to take him seriously with his pink cheeks and flustered look, but his eyes were stern. “Give me the doll.”

“No!” George now held the doll close into his chest. “XD gave it to me.”

George could see the plan forming in Dream’s eyes. Years of being his friend meant he could pick up the little tells just from the smallest movement. So when Dream launched for George, the brunette saw it coming and pushed himself back just in time. Dream collided with the ground, barely missing George but he picked himself up and tried again.

George had less of an escape this time, but as Dream grabbed hold of his legs, George poked into the doll, tickling over the doll’s front and Dream crumbled.

“Ack!” The hold over George’s leg faltered and George slipped out. “G-Geohohorge! Thahat’s cheheahating!”

“You were just about to steal my doll!” George poked over the doll’s side, watching Dream fall and curl up with giggles.

“Ihihihit’s mihihihiy dohoholl! Yohohou-ACK!”

Dream was suddenly lifted. Between the scuffle of the two, XD slipped behind Dream, wrapping their arms around under Dream’s and pulling him up. “Now that’s not fair Dream. You said you didn’t want the doll.” DreamXD cooed while they pulled Dream back onto their lap.

“I sahaid I dihihidn’t wahahahant the dohohohoholl arohohohound! Thehehe-NAH! AHAHHAHAHAHA!!! G-GEOHOHOHOHORGE!!!”

With a safe distance between himself and Dream, George tickled again, wriggling his fingers against the doll’s side and watching Dream flail like a fish out of water.

“N-NAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHO! THAHAT! THAHAhahat tihihihihickles sohohoho baha-AHAHAHAHAHAD!”

Dream arched his back, pulling at XD’s arms as George’s wiggling fingers came back to his tummy. The ghostly tickles spread over his lower tummy and passed up to his ribs. They covered more area than if George was regularly tickling him.

“S-Stohohohop!!! Enohohohough wihihihith the behehehehelly!!!”

“It’s so fun tickling you there!” George giggled.

“Try another spot, George.” XD encourage. Dream had slipped down over XD’s lap. The God readjust his arms under Dream’s again and lifted him back up. “Dream will get tired out too quickly if you keep tickling him there.”

George pulled his hand back, letting Dream catch his breath as he pouted. “He tickles my worst spots all the time.” He huffed.

“But it’s better if he doesn’t know where the tickling will be.” XD pointed out, grinning as he motioned to the doll again. “Not every spot connects to the same spot on his body…”

George’s eyes sparkled with sudden excitement. He held back his giddy giggles as he looked over the doll carefully, examining over each spot. Dream whimpered, suddenly feeling like caught prey and George’s eyes weren’t even on him.

George thought before making his next move. He ran his finger along the lower part of the doll before poking in, watching Dream’s legs flail and kick out.

“N-Nohoho! Stahahahap!

“Where does it tickle?” George skittered his fingers over the same spot.

“Ihihit-AH!” Dream’s left leg kicked up. “K-Knehehehehess!”

“And what about here?” George ran his finger softly around the edge of the doll.

Dream’s laughter quietened down and his legs didn’t kick up so much. He settled back to soft giggles, wiggling back into XD’s chest. “Th-Thahat…ihihit’s mhiy cahahalvehes.”

“Oho~” George cooed. “Dream has ticklish calves! I didn’t know that.”

“Ihihihit’s nohohot tihihihickly! I-Ihit’s weheheird!”

“Why are you laughing then, Dream?” XD teased behind Dream’s ear. His breath tickled, making Dream hunch his shoulders up to rub at his ear.

“D-Dohohon’t!”

“What about now?” George moved his finger up, poking in the same spot as the one before. “Is it still your knees?”

Dream’s laugh turn into a squeak, kicking his legs into the ground more frantically. “Nahaha! Th-Thihihihighs!”

“It does change!” George confirmed gleefully.

George kept his finger at the same level but moved it round to the side of the doll, kneading into the lower part. Dream’s laughter dropped, bringing out a deeper cackle as he squirmed and tried to turn in XD’s arms. “N-Nohoho! I-Ihihihit’s ohohohon mihiy hihihihihips!!!”

George giggled, letting Dream catch his breath and melt further into XD’s arms. “P-Pleheahase…n-noho mohore…”

“I think he’s getting tired, George.” XD purred. He held around under Dream’s arms with his lower set while his upper hands soothed though Dream’s hair. “Only a little more, then we’ll stop.”

George huffed. “He can last longer.”

“George…” XD’s voice came in a warning. “You were the one who taught me not to push someone too far with tickling.”

George’s voice grumbled. “I had to… you near enough killed me every time you used to tickled me.”

“Then you can sympathise with Dream now.” XD pet over Dream’s head, chuckling when their brother sighed and caught his breath. “Just a little longer.”

George pouted, looking over the doll thoughtfully. He carefully turned it over in his hand, poking at the centre of the doll’s back and scratching his nail gently along it. Right on cue, Dream started to giggle. He shuffled in XD’s arms, wiggling and shaking out his back as George’s tickling crawled down his spine.

“Where is it tickling now?” George asked, giggling along with Dream.

“M-Mihihiy bahahahack!” Dream chuckled, jumping up when George’s nail swiped over a specifically ticklish spot above his hip. “Th-Thahaahat’s mihihihiy bahahahack!”

“I tickled there last time and it was the back of your knees.” George thought out loud. “So it keeps in the same spot when you move.” George pulled his hand back. “But if I stop and go back.” George poked in again, watching Dream’s legs twitch and kick. “It tickles on your legs now!”

Dream fell into his giggling fit as George gave a thoughtful look to the bottom of the doll. He remembered the laugh Dream gave before when he had just curiously touched over it, before George had even known the doll was connected. The brunette had a mean thought and before any sense or guilt could talk it out of him, he swiped his finger on the underside of the doll and watched as Dream’s giggling suddenly screamed into laughter. His legs kicked out, before stamping on the ground.

“GEHEHEHEOHOHOHOHORGE!!!”

“Where does it tickle?” George asked excitedly while he scratched his nail on the underside of the doll.

“FEHEHEHEHEHEHET! Y-YOHOHOHOHOUR TIHIHICKLIHIHING MY FEHEHEHEHET!!! N-NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GEOHOHOHOHORGE! STAHAHAHAP!!!” Dream fell back into XD’s chest, burying his head into their cloak and muffling his laughter into the fabric. “E-EHEHEX DEHEHE! M-MAHAHAKE HIHIHIM STOHOHOP!”

“Alright, George. That’s enough.” XD brought Dream to sit up again, their head tilted up to look at George. “He’s done.”

“Wait!” George did stop his tickling but he pulled the doll back into himself protectively. “Just one more thing!” He pleaded. He tried his best puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes though Dream probably couldn’t even see them. “One more, then I’ll stop. Please?”

DreamXD gave a low hum with his thought. He gave a look down to his brother who was basically a puddle in their arms. “Dream?”

The blonde whined. He was still coming down from his laughter, only slightly paying attention when he felt the back of XD’s fingers rub over his cheek. He gave a slow look up.

“Can you handle one more thing, or do you want to stop now?”

Dream whined again and George worried he’d refuse. He had every right to and George wouldn’t blame him, but to his utter shock, Dream’s cheeks turned red and he hid his face into the sleeves of his hoodie. He mumbled something that George couldn’t here, but XD spoke fondly.

“He says one more. But it’ll be a quick one, George.” The God looked up. George could feel the stern stare. “Not too long.”

George nodded, though he knew Dream wasn’t going to be able to last this for longer than ten seconds. With a sly grin, and an apologetic thought spared to Dream, George pressed his lips against the doll’s front and started to nibble.

The laugh that tore from Dream’s throat was more a scream than laugh. He arched his back like a shock was going through his spine and struggled in XD’s arms like his life depended on it. Suddenly he went from a piece of jelly in XD’s arms to a live wire.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GEOHOHOHOHOHOHOGRE!!! STAHAHAHAP!!! EHEHEHEHEHEHEX DEHEHEHEHEHE! STAHAHAHAHAHAP HIHIHIHIM!!!”

“Okay, that’s enough.” XD’s voice broke through the laughter and with a click of their fingers, the doll disappeared from George’s hand.

George was disappointed, but it was quickly replaced with sympathy as he watched Dream fall back into XD’s lap. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath and continued giggling. He was curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach. George felt bad as he could see his friend trembling.

“N-Noho…noho mohore…” Dream giggled, nuzzling into XD’s arm. “P-Pleheahase…”

“No more.” DreamXD’s voice purred softly. It was softer, more comforting than his purrs of joy. His hand rubbed over his brother’s back, slowly having him uncurl. “We’re done.”

George shuffled forward beside them. “Is he okay?” He asked tentatively. The guilt weighed in his chest, only lightening when XD chuckled.

“He’ll be fine. He just needs to catch his breath.” XD assured him. “Aren’t you, Dream?”

“Sh-Shuhut uhup.” Dream giggled in XD’s arm. He took in a long sigh before picking himself up. His cheeks were still flushed, making his freckles stand out on his skin. “Thahat was the wohorst…”

“You lasted well.” XD pointed out fondly.

“That nehearly kihilled me.” Dream shuffled off XD’s lap to sit by George. While George had a small moment of worry for revenge, it faded as Dream slumped and leaned his head over George’s shoulder. “It was like…n…tickling all over my stomach. It’s bad enough with regular ones, but that was covering over my whole stomach.”

Dream gave a glare over to XD then, who still sat up straight and held an air of delight. “I’m burning that doll.” He growled.

“You will do no such thing.” XD spoke matter-of-factly. “You used to love the doll.”

“Yeah, until you tickled it and I nearly died.” Dream huffed against George’s shoulder. “Then Drista got a hold of it that once and tickled me till I cried. I couldn’t’ stop laughing for hours.”

“I think they’re fun, XD.” George giggled, getting a glare from Dream below him. “I think you made very good dolls.”

XD perked up suddenly. “I’m so happy you think so, George! Because I have a surprise for you!”

While George was usually nervous to the God’s chipper tone, he was in a good mood so he had no sense for danger. Instead he looked curiously.

XD laid their hand out again and popped another item into their palm. Dream felt a spike of panic through him seeing the familiar shape and whiteness of the doll but then when he took in the details, he realised it wasn’t the same blob. The wide smile was gone and the small dot eyes were replaced by white goggles. The doll wasn’t a replica of Dream. It was a replica of George!

“Is that…”

“M-Me?!”

George had noticed the doll’s appearance as well. His calm mood was suddenly flustered and a slow growing blush grazed over his cheeks.

“Yes.” XD beamed, happily turning the doll in his hand. “A little George doll for little George.”

“W-When did you make th-that?”

Dream noticed the flutter in George’s voice. He was also watching the brunette slowly inching his way up, unfolding his legs as though readying to move.

“Not too long ago! I started practising making new dolls, and got much better at it. I’ve made a good few of them now!”

The last few words stuck out in Dream’s head, though he filed it away for later. Right now he was more focused on George and the slow growing worry on his face. He saw the slight twitches George kept making whenever XD’s fingers brushed along the doll.

“Would you like to see it, Dream?”

“Yes!”

“N-NO!”

Dream looked over to George, just in time to see the brunette lunge for the doll, moving much faster than he had when he was going for the golden shimmering apple. Just like with the scene before though, XD pulled the doll up and out of reach and George flew past them. He turned around, no doubt to make another grab, but XD squeezed into the doll’s side and George was floored, giggling over the forest floor and clutching his sides.

“W-Wahahait…”

“Would you like a turn, Dream?” XD turned to their brother, their grin wide.

“I would love to.” Dream grinned as well, holding out his hand and carefully holding the doll in his palm. It was so soft, and almost weighed nothing. Dream gave a little experimental poke into the doll’s front with his thumb and George jolted.

“D-Dreheaham! Plehehease…”

“What’s wrong George?” Dream held the doll firmer now and raised his other hand. His fingers on his free hand wiggled, slowly moving towards the doll. “I thought you liked these dolls?”

“NO! Nohoho! Dreheaham! Dream! Dohon’t-NOHOHOHO!! DREHEHEAHAHAM!!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!george #ler!dreamxd #ticklish blobs #i'm making the tag it's all come out now #ticklish dolls #covenofwords

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aninklingof · 2 years ago

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Just a Dream

Hello, I wrote a fic 😊

This is an AU where Dream’s bed is possessed by a tickle monster. There will (hopefully) be at least 2 more parts after (Part 2 here). Also there’s fanart of the scene at the end 😁

Thanks @skylolasaysstuffsblog for proofreading the first part ❤️

Lee! Dream supremacy!!! 💚

Warnings: swearing, slightly intense tickles ✨platonic!✨

Enjoy!

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Dream blinked his eyes open slowly. He didn’t know what time it was, but his body told him it was too early to be awake. He willed himself to roll over to go back to sleep but he did nothing more than wiggle a little, seemingly stuck to the bed on his back spreadeagled.

Realizing that he couldn’t move was the kick he needed to gain full clarity. Dream pulled at his wrists but they didn’t move. He lifted his head to look down at his ankles, but his eyes found something much worse.

A tall shadowy blob with purple catlike eyes towered over him from the foot of his bed. Tentacles squirmed over the walls and ceiling— Dream couldn’t tell if they were shadows or not.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” the creature purred.

“Who— wh-what are you..?” Dream stuttered.

“I am the new tenant under your bed. I was just creeping out for a midnight snack, and it seems I’ve found one.”

Dream didn’t like the sound of that.

“Wha-what do you mean t-teNAT—!!” The blonde man squealed and squirmed upon feeling a curious flick from one of the figure’s tentacles against his side.

“Sensitive one aren’t we~?” The creature cooed. “I’m gonna have fun with you~”

More tendrils slithered closer to Dream’s body, stretched out and vulnerable as if he were served up on a silver platter to this monstrosity that seemed to only want to tickle him.

“Wahait wait wait hahang on a sehehECOND—!” Dream shrieked upon feeling dozens of tentacles begin tickling him all at once. He had no idea what was going on or how any of this was possible for that matter, all he could focus on were the velvety wiggling arms that tickled so terribly.

“Does someone have a ticklish tummy~?” The tickle monster teased deviously, a few arms pausing their attack to lift Dream’s tank top and expose his warm skin.

“Ohohohoh gohohohohod plehehehease!! Whahahahat dohohoho yohohohou wahahahahant?!” The blonde man begged between wheezes and squeaks of hysterical laughter. He felt the tip of a tentacle tease the edge of his bellybutton. “FUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!”

“Nawww, blondie’s got a tickly tum button does he~?” The shadow taunted excitedly. “Your laughter is much sweeter here, I think I’ll explore that further.”

The dreaded tentacle dipped into Dream’s navel and wriggled around wildly, throwing the poor man into silent shuddering cackles. The torture on his poor belly button was accompanied by several more tendrils teasing his belly and sides, as well as a few wiggling under his shorts to tickle his thighs and into his armpits.

Dream felt like he was losing his mind. It tickled so bad that he simply went limp and laughed. He squeezed his eyes shut and squeals and shrieks wracked his nerves— he was going to die.

And then as soon as it started it stopped. The tickle monster may have said something before it slinked back under the blonde’s bed but Dream couldn’t care. His body still buzzed with the worst residual tickles and all he could do was lay there and let them pass. Somehow in that time he managed to slip back to sleep, exhausted from the intense tickle torture he’d received.

The next time Dream opened his eyes sunlight streamed through the blinds and he shielded himself from the prying light. He rolled over to pick up his phone to check the time, jumping at the small spark of tickly energy that ran down his whole left side as it brushed against the bed.

He squeaked softly and his hand dropped to rub away the effect, his own fingers brushing his bare skin only serving to worsen the feeling.

The memories of the sudden tickle attack in the middle of the night came rushing back to Dream all at once then and he shivered. Was all that real? His shirt was pushed way up and he was super sensitive, but the shirt could be explained away by midnight squirming. As for the sensitivity he had no clue.

After Dream changed into less smelly clothes (seemed he’d sweated a lot that night, odd) he trudged down to the kitchen to find George and Sapnap already awake.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” George greeted. The words sent a chill through Dream’s spine.

“Morning,” he mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing a faint red as he busied himself with making a bowl of cereal.

“You feeling okay Dream?” Sapnap asked as he set his phone down.

“Hm? Yeah I’m fine,” the blonde answered, wincing at the nervous voice crack that squeaked out of him.

Sapnap stood and walked over to him, placing the back of his hand on Dream’s forehead and cheeks. “You look flushed, are you feeling hot?”

“Sap, I’m fine. Thank you though.” Dream leaned into the younger’s hand gratefully. “Just had a rough night.”

“I heard you giggling in your room late last night,” George spoke up for the first time since greeting Dream, now sitting on the counter sipping a cup of orange juice.

Dream went rigid and chuckled nervously. “D-did you?”

“Yeah. Got up for a midnight snack and heard you giggling your head off,” the brunette explained with a forced neutral face. “What were you giggling at, hm?”

If Dream hadn’t been so caught off guard by George’s sudden input he would’ve probably realized that George could tell something was off with his best friend. However, the blonde’s brain was buzzing chaotically and he couldn’t get his thoughts straight.

“Dream?” Sapnap spoke, his voice still laced with concern.

“What..?”

“You didn’t answer me. What were you giggling at?” George pressed, crossing his arms over his chest impatiently.

“I—“ Dream sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. “I had a really weird vivid dream last night… I think it was a dream at least.”

George and Sapnap shared a look before leading the blonde man to the living room couch and squishing him between them, comforting Dream as he explained his dream embarrassedly.

“That’s pretty wild,” Sapnap said at the end of Dream’s story, his cheeks tinted a slight pink.

“But it was just a dream, yeah? So it’s alright, it’s not real.” George added before squeezing Dream tighter and scratching comfortingly at his curls.

The blonde furrowed his brows in thought, still relaxing a bit from the older’s hand in his hair. “But it felt so… real. It was so bad.”

“Dream, you don’t have a tickle monster under your bed.” George stated firmly, warm brown eyes staring into bright green. “It was just a dream.”

The blonde blinked and looked away. He then nodded and leaned back into George. “Right… just a dream.”

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#sean’s tickle fics #Seany’s tword art #lee!dream #dream fanart #dream #tickle monster #tickle fic #myct fanart #myct tickle #georgenotfound #sapnap

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mushiewrites · 2 years ago

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……the felt tip markers give me such a vivid idea…

hello hello 👋🏼 i’m craving sweet fluffy blob dream hcs and you always have the cutest takes ever :(( perhaps may i hear you gush about the small tiny blob man? /nf

I will happily gush about the small tiny blob man :D

He can switch from human to blob during tickles so it leads to adorable teases like “aww look how much you were enjoying your tickles!”

Blob dream having a thin layer of fuzz that he uses to his advantage when he nuzzles into his friends necks

Him being very sensitive to soft things is adorable because fuzzy or fluffy blankets (or handmade sweaters :)) give the softest tickles and make him squeak sound like little bells

Not giving blob dream attention is a crime and will result in him nuzzling and nibbling the offender and it doesn’t matter if they are busy or asleep

like I just said he will not hesitate to wake people up if they are oversleeping or if he’s feeling clingy- he always goes for saps neck and George’s ribs and it always makes them jump awake

Soft or felt tip markers also work wonders and I can imagine sap or George holding him and drawing little hearts and smiley faces on his lil blush tummy :((

#lee!dream #blob!dream #ALL of this is incredible #elliot ur truly a genius i hope u know that #elliot tword #concepts / hc’s

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mushiewrites · 2 years ago

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a squishy smiley boi 💚🪶

#blob!dream #lee!dream #hehehehehe #i had a vision okay #the vision was an unoriginal vision but it was still a vision 👀#mushie art #mcyt tickle #my stuff #art

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nizhspo · 3 years ago

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genre: nct headcanons, fluff

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

warnings: none.

summary: nct dream as small things they do, or enjoy doing with you.

mark lee ➝ sharing clothes with you. so many people have said this, and it’s true! he just loves seeing you in his clothes, whether it’s a hoodie or old basketball shorts (thinks it’s absolutely adorable if they’re too big on you).

renjun huang ➝ remembers things. he remembers the little things about you, from that face you make when you’re cold to your body language when it all gets too much. he knows you better than you know yourself.

jeno lee ➝ tickling. he loves to see you laugh (even if it is involuntary), and cherishes hearing it, too! knows wherever you’re ticklish, and honestly just adores how it catches you off guard, or the laugh that comes with it.

donghyuck lee ➝ napping. while it’s a mundane task, he could honestly watch you sleep for hours. he enjoys teasing you, and cuddling— but when you’re asleep, he thinks you look adorable, and he’s a firm believer that sleeping is one of the most intimate things a couple can do together!

jaemin na ➝ playing with your hair. enjoys running his fingers through it, braiding it, heck— he even loves washing it if you’ll let him. just enjoys the closeness that comes with it, and if you have a different hair texture would watch tutorials on how to play, in and do your hair more comfortably.

chenle zhong ➝ learning new things with you. with chenle, he enjoys doing new things with you— and learning is one of them! whether it be discovering useless facts about the ocean, or taking a pottery class. especially enjoys the part where you guys can quiz people around you on your newfound knowledge.

jisung park ➝ lazy days. specifically enjoys the days where you guys can sit on the couch and he can just lay on you in a blob until your leg goes numb. not one for speaking much, but just enjoys the closeness that comes with being content and comfortable in your own space.

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smallgodseries · 2 years ago

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[image description: A young woman stands among a wild assortment of intergalactic travelers (including Barsoomians, Yithians, a robot, a tank of jellies, tiny translucent blob people, a professional Gnome, and… hey! Is that Jin Jin Jin’s tail I see there?). She wears a straw hat, carnation-colored shirt, black skirt with white polka dots, and black sandals. She holds a heavy black leather bag with several travel stickers (including a bumper sticker that reads ‘I <3 EARTH’) in both hands. Text reads, “187, SUISEI XING, THE SMALL GOD OF SPACEFARING”]

• • • • •

Space. As the sages say, the final frontier. But not for everyone.

Wherever there is vacuum burn and the smell of ozone, wherever sapients don pressure suits to risk the frozen danger between stars, wherever there are those awesome Orion martinis, the ones with the pickled lichees instead of olives—because every civilization that has alcohol will have the martini eventually, in some form or other, as if brined fruit in clear liquor were the summit of social evolution—she is there, or has already been and gone, off seeking a new horizon, a truly final frontier. No one knows where she came from. Just that she always arrives exactly when she intends to, that her ticket is always in order, and that anyone who sails the stars belongs to her, at least for the length of their journey. She doesn’t challenge other gods for their worshippers. She gives them back as soon as the rocket lands. But while they’re in flight…while they’re in flight, they’re hers.

No matter what world she visits, her appearance is the same, only translated for the local biology, so that the sight of her is not alarming: she is always small, always slight and unassuming, attractive to the eye, and as close to female as their understanding of gender allows. She carries her own bags, talks quietly, smiles easily, and seems most comfortable when allowed to don a human skin. She is innocent and ancient, young and outside time, and she has seen things the rest of us can only dream of.

But she carries a camera, and if you can befriend her, if you can make her trust you, she’s always happy to share. She believes in curiosity without conquest, tourism without trauma, and she loves everyone she cradles in her arms of starlight and vacuum.

They say her true form is infinitely vast, the stretch of space itself, and that she is a small god by choice, limiting herself to avoid frightening the faithful she so adores.

They say her perfume smells like raspberries.

They say a lot of things.

Suisei herself says only “Have you been here before? Only I’m supposed to catch the next shuttle for Betelgeuse, and I’m afraid I may be on the wrong platform. Can you help?” Always help her when she asks. Those she blesses always make their flights.

Trust her to be kind.

• • • • •

Please join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

WordPress: https://leemoyer.wordpress.com/

Instagram: https://instagram.com/smallgodseries/

Homepage: http://smallgodseries.com

Mastodon: @[email protected]

#Small Gods #smallgodseries #Seanan McGuire #Lee Moyer #icons and stories

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capaimagines · 3 years ago

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the boyz - you’re insecure

Pairing: The Boyz x Reader | Genre: angst & fluff | Warnings: mentions of insecurities and self doubt | WC: 1.2k

Request: can I please change it to the Boyz? reaction to you being insecure for many reasons?

Lee Sangyeon

Sangyeon would never understand how you don’t think that you’re one of the most attractive people on this Earth. To him, you’re a goddess. You shine a light so bright that he’s surprised out of all the men on this earth, you had chosen him to be your partner in life. Would never get tired of just gazing at you and telling you how beautiful you look. Always tells you at least ten different things about you that he finds extremely attractive before you sleep. He wanted to remind you daily so that eventually, you’d start to believe.

Jacob Bae

Jacob knew how aware of your surroundings you were. He hated seeing how much you like to please everyone. How you would say yes to things you didn’t want to do, just because you were afraid that if you didn’t, people would judge you or not like you. It wasn’t something he could help you with overnight, but until then, he would do anything and everything you asked of him, no matter how small. You needed someone to take the dog out? He was on it. Carry you five feet from the bed to the bathroom? He’d have you on his back in seconds. Secretly working on a little scrapbook with the other boys about the things they love about you and think you’re great at to give you for your birthday.

Kim Younghoon

The façade you put up when you were around other people, Younghoon really wished you wouldn’t. You were a sweet, loving person and he knew that. He’d known you for years, knew who you really were. He also knew how worried and anxious you would get that people wouldn’t like you. That they wouldn’t like your quirky, dorky side. Constantly tells you that he loves your random facts you spit out and watching you play videogames. Does everything in his power to make those things feel like normal things in life because to him, you’re one of the most normal people he’s met.

Lee Jaehyun

Starting your dream job, you were nervous and Hyunjae knew that. You would come home and worry that you had made a terrible mistake, that they were going to fire you. You had studied hard for years for this, gone through countless hours of training and yet you still felt like you had no idea what you were doing. Hyunjae always tells you how much you do know and that you do know almost everything of what you’re doing. Loves to spend hours just having you tell him different procedures and directions on how to do your job. Just so he can wink at you and tell you that you know everything.

Lee Juyeon

Hates when he comes over to find you just staring in the mirror at yourself and touching different parts of your body. Or when you make self-deprecating comments about yourself and laugh it off like it’s nothing. Tells you constantly how beautiful you are, how funny you are. How those pants or that shirt really shows off your curves and he loves to see you wearing them. How your brown eyes shine like the stars and your black hair is the prettiest he’s ever seen. Hypes up your confidence as much as he can and does his best to bring out of that dark headspace.

Kevin Moon

When you had broken your wrist and couldn’t paint for a few months, Kevin knew just how much it was affecting you. Painting was your outlet on the everyday stresses of life and you truly thought that once you were out of the cast and able to hold a paintbrush again, you weren’t going to be able to paint anymore. Sits with you on his lap as he holds the paint brush in your fingers and moves it across the canvas. Tells you how much he appreciates your art and the emotions he gets from it even if it’s just a blob of nothing.

Choi Chanhee

You weren’t the smartest person or the one who is able to learn things quickly like others. You knew that and because it had affected you in school, you had been bullied for it quite often. You wouldn’t ask questions when you didn’t understand something because you didn’t want people to know just how dumb you were. Chanhee would shatter that thinking any way he could. When he knew you weren’t understanding what someone was talking about, he’d quietly whisper to you to explain it. Constantly compares things he has done and how dumb they are and that you would never do something like that. Never goes a day without telling you that you’re one of the smartest people he knows and that learning comes differently for everyone.

Ji Changmin

Your teeth have always been one of your biggest insecurities. Your family wasn’t rich by any means and you never had the chance to get them corrected. Some were a little crooked and you hated showing your smile because you didn’t want people to make fun of you. Changmin didn’t care and he didn’t want you to either. “Looks don’t matter, Y/N,” he would tell you, “You’re a great person even if you had no teeth!” Constantly taking selfies with you and making you smile with your teeth showing. Very quick to shut down anyone who has anything to say about your teeth or smile.

Ju Haknyeon

After having your child, you hated the stretch marks it had left. You thought they were ugly and unattractive and you hated wearing shirts or pants that would show them. You felt like people were looking down on you with disgust. Haknyeon would make sure that you feel loved and attractive in any way he could. He’ll kiss every single stretch mark, telling you how perfect they are because they showed that you had carried one of the most precious things in his life for months on end.

Kim Sunwoo

You’ve always been insecure about the size of your feet. They were larger than average for someone of your age and you were teased a lot about being the infamous Bigfoot that people have searched for years for. Sunwoo didn’t care about the size of your feet. He’d happily put your shoes on and stomp around in them even if they didn’t fit. “I’ll never have to buy another pair again!” He’d say playfully, wiggling his foot. It would make you feel better because even if you didn’t like how big your feet were, Sunwoo would always find a way to make you love them.

Son Youngjae

You weren’t fond of your freckles. They made you stand out when you just wanted to blend in. Eric loved your freckles. He tells you everyday how attractive they are to him and that they make you look cute as a button. He likes that you look different and he does what he can to help you keep your head tall and show them off as much as possible. He loves you, freckles or not. Determined to make you love yourself just as much as he loves you.

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