#ask med-ler

[ask-doctor-med-ler]

PSA: Limits (Doing Things At Your Own Pace)

Everyone has physical and mental limits, and generally speaking people hold an expectation that you need to push yourself past your limits to accomplish what you need to.

Here is your daily reminder that you do not need to push yourself past your limits. Physical or Otherwise. Those limits are there for a reason.

No matter what conditions or limitations you have (or even if you don't believe you have any) just take your time and do things at your own pace.

[plague-doctor-medler]

Plague Doctor Med-ler Art

Lyesander did this amazing commission piece of Plague Doctor Med-ler! I'm so excited to share this all with you! Thanks @lyesander!

[jey-chan]

Im more sleppy than awake and bored in the job but... what if panthom planet happened when Danny is part of the Justice Leage? And they think he is an old ghost shaped like a kid.

I just imagine the leage seing the prety big bad asteroid that neiter sups can destroid.

And then Danny just goes sesrshing in his chest for someting, give Batman 2 pices of papers and goes:

"Here is my standars vitals, my gostly med and please dont wite cost. This is my sister info and my identidy will get compromised, so dont let mh parents come in if Martian dosent feel they could change views on ghosts. Oh ghe WIG is bad and please dont let val near me never... he is creppy"

Then he goes to superman and ask him to catch him.

And beflre anoye can ask or say someting the kid goes tl the sky, freze the metiorite and then ler out the most terrible and powerful sound base atackt that the earth had ever hear.

The laments of a kid that died, of a kid that had the fates of two worlds on his shoulders.

The cry of a dead child thar never was griven.

The metiorite goes upnon fine snow dust, and superman sudenly has a prety alive unconsius child phamtom.

[aninklingof]

Head Hips Massager

Couldn’t get this concept out of my head, so I wrote on it. 🤷

Lee! George, Ler! Dream

Warnings: tool tickles ✨Platonic✨

Enjoy!

~~~~~

Dream slowly closed the front door so that it wouldn’t make noise, the lock clicking securely before the blonde tip-toed down the hall. He was returning from a Walmart trip— which he’d initially just gone for groceries. While at the store however, he got a message from George.

He had texted Dream asking if he’d buy the British man a heating pad. Having just gotten back from the Bahamas and being immediately thrown into many wild activities with friends that had come to visit, George’s back was sore.

Of course Dream obliged and headed to the health and wellness isles. As he scanned the shelves for a suitable heating pad for the older (which he was definitely going to tease him about his age when he got home) he spotted something that caught his attention.

Hanging on a mini rack from one of the shelves was a bunch of wire-head massagers. Dream’s mind immediately shot to how one of those would feel running over his sensitive skin, his face flushing subtly and butterflies filling his belly.

He then thought of George at home, and how the poor Brit would howl at the evil massager tickling his ribs and especially his bony hips. Smirking widely at the thought he snatched one of the massagers up and dropped it into the handheld basket on his arm before returning to the task at hand.

Now that he was back at the Dream Team house, he unloaded the groceries as quietly as possible to not alert the brunette to his presence. Once finished he scooped up the heating pad, along with a glass of water, some pain medicine, and the massager and headed up the stairs to George’s room.

Dream tapped the door with his foot to knock (his hands being full) and waited for an answer, reeling in his giddy smile so that he didn’t key in George to his devious plan.

“Come in.”

“I can’t, my hands are full.”

Some rustling and soft footsteps were heard before the door swung open. George looked up at Dream curiously before melting into a soft smile, his hair slightly disheveled and his clothes wrinkly.

“I bought you the heating pad, and I also brought you some pain meds and water,” Dream spoke as he strode into the Brit’s bedroom, setting the heating pad down with the massager under it and handing George the pills and water.

“Thanks Dream,” George said gratefully before quickly popping the pill and gulping down water.

“I also brought you something else,” the blonde started, plugging the heating pad into the wall so it could begin warming up. “A bit of a surprise.”

“Ooh! What is it?” George asked eagerly.

Dream chuckled, still fighting to control his smirk. “Lay down and close your eyes.”

George complied, laying flat out with his head slightly propped up against a pillow, and closed his russet eyes. The younger smiled mischievously. He got him right where he wanted him.

Sitting next to the Brit he picked up the Massager and gently stroked it down George’s chest to his stomach. The man jumped with a gasp, his eyes flying open and curling up instinctually.

“Whahat was thahat?!?” He exclaimed.

Dream brandished the evil little tool and George’s face paled. “It’s one of those wire head massagers! I saw it while getting your heating pad and figured you’d like it~”

He lowered the massager back to George’s body, simultaneously grabbing one of the brunette’s wrists and pulling his arm away from his side.

“Wahahait Dreheheheam!!! Noho, dohohOHOHONT—!! NAHAHAHA!!” The smaller man shrieked and curled away the best he could from the wire massager that prodded his ribs. He weakly batted at it with his other arm, but it did little to deter the tickly item from traversing George’s entire left side like a xylophone.

“Geez, I figured it would tickle but I didn’t think you’d go this crazy,” Dream teased like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You must just be extra ticklish today, huh Georgie~?”

“NAHAHA DRHEHEHEAM!!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!! MOHOHOVE AHAHAWAY FROHOHOM THEHEHEHERE!!!” George wailed and thrashed, his eyes squeezed so tight he saw stars.

“Alright, what about here?” Dream prompted before moving the massager down to George’s bony hips, twirling and gently drilling the metal wires into his ticklish flesh.

George went ballistic.

He fell into a bout of silent laughter and arched forward before crashing back to the mattress in wild cackles. It was some of the most intense tickling he’d ever felt and he was gonna lose his mind if Dream continued any longer.

“MEHEHEHEHERCY!!! OHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOD PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHD!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCYY!!!”

Dream stopped immediately at George’s shrill cry, dropping the tool to the bed and firmly rubbing away the persistent buzz of ghost tickles from George’s poor hip bones.

“You alright there?” Dream asked with a fond and mildly concerned smile.

“Thahahat…” George rasped through deep gasps and residual giggles “…wahas ahahwful.”

“You enjoyed it.” the blonde snickered and booped his friend’s red nose.

“If Ihi wahasn’t soho exhausted, Ihi’d be tihickling that thihing ahall over yohour belly right nohow.”

Dream shivered at the thought, considering running away before he was pulled down to the mattress and cuddled into by the tickled-out brunette.

Slowly his nerves subsided and he melted into George’s warmth, nearing sleep as his breathing slowed. Just before he drifted off however, he heard George say something that if he wasn’t so sleepy Dream would’ve been red as a tomato.

“When we wake up I’m going to make you cry with that thing.”

~~~~~

[ask-the-sock-ler]

Hello! I hope I'm not bothering you. I just wanted to introduce myself and possibly ask a few questions?

It had just came to my attention that there are Once-lers who aren't exactly human. And I was wondering if you wouldn't mind telling me about that? Or at least a few questions about you specifically.

~ Med-ler

Oh hello it’s a pleasure to meet you. Of course, I wouldn’t mind answering some questions ask away! I love teaching the public about sock anatomy and how my body works. Just no cutting me open or anything like that hehe. 

Art by @renzzbeanzz

[mythica0]

Pun-ishment

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫: Donnie

Summary: Donnie is very annoyed about Leo’s puns.

A/N: I’m sure other people have done this before but I love the concept, and it was fun to come up with all those puns on the spot! (Also I love the dynamic between ler Don and Lee-o incase you couldn’t tell.)

Pun-ishment

‘Ugh. This guy is so annoying.’ Donnie thought to himself as he heard his twin rambling on.

He kept telling dumb jokes. Over and over again.

“I wish I was a mushroom! They’re pretty fungi’s!”

Donnie huffed an annoyed breath. “Shut. Up.”

“Why? You don’t like my mushroom jokes? That’s a shame, I have so many spore!”

Donnie just huffed again and made a dead-pan expression. Leo rolled over to him in the chair he was sitting in and spun to look at Don, a wide smirk on his face.

“D’ya know what the ocean said to the beach?”

“Don’t. Don’t do it.”

“Nothing! It just waved!”

“Groaaaaan.”

“Shell, shell, shell, what do we have here? Looks like DonTon here is a little salty”

Donnie turned towards Leo and glared at him. “That was shallow.”

Leo smiled even wider, “you made a pun! Looks like ya took the bait!”

Donnie facepalmed, “ughhh. That wasn’t intentional.”

“Are you shore?”

Leo burst out laughing at his own joke, as well as Don’s annoyed expression.

“Mahahahan- dohohont be soho shehellfihihish! Yohou’ll gehehet ihit ihin doho tihihide!”

Donnie placed his hands on the table with an audible thud, and turned to glare at Leo once more.

“Thats it. If you think you’re so funny, I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

The soft-shell walked over to his twin, still in the spinny chair, and rolled the chair over to his bed, before knocking Leo onto the bed and holding his arms up.

Leo had continued laughing, although now it had transformed into nervous giggles.

“Dohon- Dehee, wahahater yohou dohoing?”

“What? You like laughing, right? Ya think you’re funny?” Donnie spoke with a silly level of sinister, before catching Leo’s phrasing from before, and with a whisper spoke. “Oh you just made this so much worse for yourself.” And dug into Leo’s underarms.

Leo’s laughter once again burst from his chest, loud and boisterous. “Whahahhahait! Dohohontohohon! Nohoho! Cohome ohon!”

“Nope. You had this coming.”

“Whehehe cahan tahahalk abohout thihis! Wehe dohont hahave toho behe ahahanemonehes!”

“You do know that you’re not helping your situation, right?”

“Mahahaybe soho! Buhut ihim juhust gohoing wihihith thehe flohow!”

“Well, then, consider this your pun-ishment.”

Despite his punny protests, Leo actually sea-med to be enjoyed himself. It’s a little fishy, if you ask me.

His loud laughter and giggles rang through the lair, and although neither turtle would admit it, both were having fun.

Eventually though, Donnie got bored and decided to go for the krill.

He took a. Deep breath in, and blew a massive raspberry on Nardo’s stomach.

The sudden increase in tickly sensation caused Leo to scream for a moment, before his laughter grew much louder, kicking his feet in desperation.

“OHO MYHY SPIHIHIRITS! AHAHAH- DOHON!”

The whole room was flooded with the sound. Leo seemed to be happy as a clam, but it was getting intense, he needed to breathe.

Donnie let up, and stepped back, letting Leo let out leftover giggles for a moment.

“oho-ohohkay. Jeheheez. Thahat got prehetty ihintense.”

“Hey, you do the crime, you do the time.”

“Ihi guess soho. Maybe I deserved that pun-ishment.”

———THE END————————————————

[rosiesramblings]

A Real Smile

WC: 2.2k

Fandom: Criminal Minds, ler!Spencer, lee!Reader

TW: Talk of depression and anxiety, general mental health problems

A/N: Okay I just want to say I tried to make it OBVIOUS in this fic that tickling does NOT fix or cure mental illness. Like, not even close. However, as someone who has struggled with this stuff for at least 8 years, having a solid support system DOES help. That's really what I wanted to portray in this fic. I love you all! And I hope you enjoy.

“What are you doing?” Reid’s voice jolted me out of my focus, and I forced my face to relax from the aggressively fake smile I had been wearing.

“Um. Paperwork?” I purposely misinterpreted the question, twisting nervously in my spinny office chair.

“I meant with your face,” Spencer said. He strode across the bullpen and hopped up onto my desk, fixing me with a stare that I knew from past experience meant that he wasn’t going to drop this until I told him.

I sighed, looking around to make sure nobody was eavesdropping. To my surprise, there was nobody else in the bullpen. Hotch’s light was still on in his office, but other than that it was completely deserted. I glanced at the clock, and oh my god it was almost half past nine. Shit. I really hadn’t meant to stay this late. At least nobody else was around to notice my weird coping mechanisms.

I looked up at Reid. “You can’t laugh,” I said.

“Why would I laugh?” he asked genuinely.

“Because it’s… silly at best, embarrassing at worst,” I explained.

“Ok. No laughing. Now what was that face? It looked like you were in pain.”

“So, I read online that the action of smiling, even if it’s a fake smile, triggers the release of happy brain chemicals. If I’m being honest, depression has been kicking my ass lately, and when it gets like this I fake smile when I’m doing paperwork for especially hard cases to try and trick my brain into thinking I’m happy,” I said, staring resolutely just past Reid’s shoulder, not making eye contact.

He didn’t say anything. I panicked.

“I know it’s dumb and that the fake smiling thing was geared more towards normal people who are having a bad day and probably doesn’t actually do much to help people with major depression and generalized anxiety disorder but I figure it’s better than nothing or moping alone at my desk all day and -”

Reid puts a hand on my shoulder, stopping my ramble in its tracks. “Woah, Y/N, it’s ok. I don’t think it’s weird at all. I just… why didn’t you say anything?”

“Say anything about my fake smiling? Probably because I don’t think -”

“No, I mean, why didn’t you tell anybody on the team that you’re struggling?” Reid asked, voice impossibly gentle. His hand is still on my shoulder, and it’s kind of all I can concentrate on. It’s been so long since somebody just - touched me? Which sounds so stupid and pathetic and anyway, he asked me a question.

“Um. Well I didn’t tell Hotch or Rossi because I don’t want them to think that I can’t do my job. And I didn’t tell the rest of you because I’m just used to dealing with this on my own, I guess? It honestly didn’t even occur to me to say something.”

I risk a glance at Spencer’s face and he looks devastated. Jesus. It’s like I told him his dog died or something. I scramble, trying to figure out the best thing to say, not having the faintest idea how to fix it.

“It’s really not that big a deal, Reid, I promise. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist soon, I just have to buckle down and get through these next few weeks until she can adjust my meds,” I say. “In the meantime, I just… try and find little ways to make it better. Hence the fake smiling.”

Reid still looks sad. He hops down from my desk and stands next to my chair. “According to the current research, an embrace would offer more of an increase in endorphin production in the brain than smiling, fake or not,” he says, the fingers on his left hand rubbing at his sweater sleeve.

Unbidden, tears sprung to my eyes. I blinked hard and tried for a teasing tone to cover it. “Dr. Reid, are you asking if I want a hug?”

My voice cracked. Goddammit.

He just raised his eyebrows and opened his arms.

I heaved a breath out, hard. “Ok, ok, just… give me a minute. Cause if you hug me right this second I will cry,” I said, tugging my hands through my hair and staring up at the ceiling, trying to get a handle on my emotions.

Spencer just nodded solemnly. “That would be counterproductive.”

I gave a half-laugh. Then I stood up, shaking out my arms, before looking at him and squinting. “Wait, are you sure? I know handshakes aren’t your thing so isn’t a hug worse-ah!”

Without preamble, Reid grabbed my hand and yanked me toward him, wrapping his arms around me.

Oh. Oh.

His sweater was soft and warm, and my head fit perfectly underneath his chin. One of his arms ran up and down my spine softly, and the other one held me tightly to him. I let out a shuddery breath as I relaxed into his embrace.

This was the safest I’d felt in a while.

“You might be onto something with the endorphins thing,” I mumbled into his chest.

Spencer’s laugh rumbled through his ribcage. The best feeling. “I have an IQ of 187. I’m usually ‘onto something’.”

He rocked me gently back and forth, and I let my eyes flutter closed. 

Only to stiffen and stifle a laugh when Reid switched from rubbing my back to running his fingers across my shoulder blades. I pressed my lips into a line, trying to remain as natural as possible. I didn’t want the hug to end, and I really didn’t want Spencer to find out how much that tickled.

Reid’s voice was suspiciously neutral when he next spoke. “You know, it’s not just hugs that release endorphins,” he said. 

I hummed, hoping that he was planning on going on a tangent that would distract him from asking about the sudden tension in my body.

“Things like high fives, pats on the back, cuddling, all these activities cause so-called “happy brain chemicals” to flood your nervous system.”

“Huh,” I said, barely listening as his touch on my shoulder blades seemed to lighten and become even more unbearable. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t - 

“Actually, there is one more activity that helps the brain produce endorphins,” Spencer continued.

“It’s been observed in other species, including chimpanzees, rats, and bonobos, and can induce a fight-or-flight response, which actually reduces stress levels.”

“Oh yeheah?” Shit. Hopefully the giggle was muffled by his sweater.

“Mhm. So I guess we should probably see if it helps you, since the benefits are so clearly so immense,” he said, his fingers still dancing across my shoulders.

“Okay,” I said, proud that I kept the laughter out of my voice.

“So tell me, Y/N… are you ticklish?” Fuck.

“WhahahaAHAHAT?” I burst into laughter when he suddenly lowered his hands and dug deep into my sides.

Spencer just laughed with me. “Unfortunately, knismesis, what I was doing to your shoulder blades earlier, hasn’t been studied in this context. However, gargalesis, this squeezing that I’m doing,” he demonstrated enthusiastically, making me shriek. “That has been proven to give those mental health benefits.”

“Reheheheheid,” I giggled.

“Yes? What seems to be the problem, Y/N?” he asked pleasantly.

“Yohohou’re - yohohohou’re - gohohohd, please go somewhere ehehehehelse,” I said, my face burning as I realized I didn’t really want him to stop.

“Your wish is my command,” he teased, picking me up and sitting me on the edge of my desk, where he had been moments earlier. He backed up, put a few inches of space between us, and I frowned, thinking he was done. Instead, he reached between us and vibrated his hand over the skin of my belly.

“Ahahahahahaha! Wahahahait, not thehehehehere,” I begged. My hands tried to grab his, but he was too fast and I was too uncoordinated.

“Actually, you didn’t specify. All you said was, and I quote, ‘Please go somewhere else’,” Spencer explained.

Nononononohohohohoho,” I laughed, squirming and knocking my cup full of pens to the floor.

“I have an eidectic memory, Y/N. If you had asked me not to get your tummy, I would remembered,” Spencer teased.

“Dohohn’t cahahahall it thahahat,” I snickered, pressing my face into his shoulder in embarrassment.

“What? Big, bad, Special Agent Y/N L/N is flustered by the word ‘tummy’?” Reid asked, moving his other hand up to squeeze at my ribs.

“Spencer! We’re ahahat wohohork! Don’t - don’t teASE,” I yelped.

“Hotch is the only other one still here. Nobody’s gonna see you,” Spencer said gently. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that Hotch would agree with me that you haven’t laughed nearly enough this week.”

“Ohohoho my gohohod,” I giggled, giving up on trying to stop him and fisting my hands in the back of his sweater, desperate to hold on to something.

“Ah, thank you! Easy access to your underarms,” Reid smiled, worming his fingers there and lighting my nerves on fire. 

I tensed my shoulders as I laughed, knowing that putting my arms down would undoubtedly make it a thousand times worse.

“Tell you what,” Reid said diplomatically. “Since you’ve been such a good sport about this, and because I am a merciful and benevolent god,” I snorted at him. “If you tell me your worst spot, I’ll only tickle you there for a little bit and then we’ll be done.”

My voice pitched up an octave. “Whahahahaat?”

“Your choice, Y/N. We can stop soon, or I can keep going until you’re literally just a puddle of giggles on the floor.”

Oh, this was so not fair.

“Well? I’m waiting,” Reid said, digging into the tops of my ribs and making me cackle.

“Ugh - fihihihine, fihihihine! It’s my hiIHIHIHIHIPS REHEHEHEID NO!” I screamed crazily, shocked that no night security guards had come running.

“Good choice, Y/N. Would it help if I counted down?” Deftly pressing his thumbs deep into my hip bones, he took me apart as casually as if we were having lunch together.

“IHIHIHIT WOULD NOHOHOT,” I laughed.

“Hm. I’m going to anyway. You can do it, just ten more seconds…”

“REEHEHEHEID.”

“Nine…”

“YOU SUHUHUCK.”

“Eight… seven… six… five…”

“SPENCER PLEHEHEHASE,” I gasped, absolutely losing my mind.

“You’re doing so well! Four… three… “

“THIHIHIHIS IS A WAHAHAR CRIHIHIME.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. Two… aaaaaaand one!”

With that, he stopped kneading into my hips and rubbed a firm hand up and down my back. I just stayed where I was, arms wrapped around him, face hidden in his sweater, laughing and waiting for the ghost-tickles to go away.

“Ohohoho my god… my sihihides,” I giggled, feeling the wonderful ache in my lungs of having had a good laugh.

“Feeling any better?” Spencer asked cheekily.

“Mahahaybe a little,” I mumbled. I considered my next words. “Definitely not cured, but the world does seem a little less… horrible.”

“Good,” Spencer said simply. 

We sat in silence for a minute, enjoying each other’s company.

“Listen,” Spencer said, pulling back and looking at my face. “You absolutely don’t have to tell anybody else. I certainly won’t. This is your business, and if you want to keep it that way that’s fine. But, telling the team might help. A lot of us struggle with mental health stuff sometimes. You might be surprised by the support.”

I hummed, considering.

“I am, however, absolutely going to tell them that you’re ticklish,” Spencer grinned. “I’m sure they’ll take advantage of the information. Nobody has to know that it helps your depression.”

I whined, mostly just putting on a show, “Seriously?”

“Definitely. These next few weeks before your psych appointment are going to fly by,” Reid said, tweaking my sides and making me squeak.

The (real, tickle-induced) smile slowly faded from my face and I looked at him seriously. “You’re a good friend, Dr. Reid.”

“So are you, Agent L/N.”

I pushed myself off my desk. “Okay. We have both been here for entirely too long. Want to come back to my apartment for a movie or something?”

“Sure! I’ve been on a major Wes Anderson kick lately,” Spencer said, walking over to grab his messenger bag.

Just then, both of our phones buzzed. “Oh, please tell me we don’t have a case,” I begged, tossing my stuff into my bag as Reid looked at his screen.

He grinned. “Nope, no case. Although, you might find a case preferable to this.” He flipped his phone towards me and played the video that was just sent to the BAU group chat. 

The unmistakable sound of my laughter filled the room and my face burned as I watched Spencer-from-five-minutes-ago wreck me in third person on the the screen. The angle of the shot made it pretty obvious that it was filmed from the doorway of Hotch’s office.

“Hotch!” I squealed, covering my face with my hands.

“Well, that’s one thing checked off my to-do list,” Spencer laughed.

“Oh my god… I’m turning off my phone,” I said, even as embarrassing gifs from Emily and Morgan and a bunch of rainbow hearts from Garcia flooded my notifications.

“C’mon,” Spencer said, throwing his arm around me. “I’m sure you’ll live this down… in a few years.”

I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked us toward the elevator. This time, the smile stuck onto my face was a real one.

[ask-nightmare-ler]

Hey! Nice to meet you. I'm relatively new to the area, so forgive me if I'm asking something repetitive.

You're known as nightmare-ler? Is that because you control nightmares, or is it just due to your appearance?

(Forgive me if I ask anything inappropriate)

~ Dr. Med-ler

Actually little one, none of them. My creator was just an edgy teenager who liked fnaf 4 too much and thought Nightmare was a cool name. Ok yeah maybe my appearance might be connected. But I do not control nightmares.

[harrystylesboobear]

Stupid questions

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT KEEP SCROLLING:)

I am new at this, and often use different pronouns (she, you) please ignore that:)

also, do not make this sexual, I just this it is cute. and it is based off of movie, not real people.

Spoiler alert for the Annabelle story.

Y/n is at her uncles house and askes stupid questions, he repays with teasing. Lee Y/N, Ler Uncle Ed and a bit of Ler Lorraine.

Characters Ed warren Loraine warren, reader.

1350ish words

Y/n was staying at her favorite uncles house.

"Hey uncle Ed!" Y/n said after she saw him sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Hey sweetheart! come sit down."

she pulled out her phone as she sat down

" no put that phone away, your in the "living room", ya know, a place to talk and visit?" He said "living room" in air quotations to emphasize.

"ugh, what can we even talk about?"

" We could talk about school" He said, knowing your summer holidays are almost over.

"Yea, no."

"Ooh we should talk about the scary stuff" She said as Ed always said she was too young to talk about it.

"Hmmm well you are going into high school now so I suppose its alright."

"Oh my god finally!" She said smiling.

"How about I tell you a story about a doll named Annabelle." He said as Lorraine walked In.

"Ooo is Uncle Ed finally telling you some scary stories?" She said amused that Ed finally let up, as she has told y/n several stories without him knowing.

"Yes Aunty Lorraine! He said hes gonna tell me about Annabelle!" she said smiling.

"That one is scary! are you sure your ready for that?" she said, slightly concerd.

"Yes! I promise"

"Ok are your ready?" Ed said as Lorraine went to sit down in a chair next to the couch.

" It started with a little girl named Annabelle, who passed away in a car crash. "

"Her father was a doll maker who made a doll in her memory, and named it Annabelle."

" A very bad demon called Malthus went into the doll and tricked her parents that it was the spirit of Annabelle."

"After the parents found out, the dad was able to contain the doll with the help of a priest in the closet of Annabelle's old room."

"Years later they invited some orphans and a nun to live in their home."

" One girl was very weak and the doll called to her, unlocked the door in the middle of the night and possessed the girl slowly."

" A big battle happened ending with the demon possessed girl escaping the house with Annabelle."

"She ends up in a orphanage and is adopted. years later she escapes her house to join a demonic cult."

" The neighbors of her adoptive parents got the doll in their possession after the husband bought it for his pregnant wife."

" The possessed child returns and kills her adoptive parents then tried to kill the neighbors but only ends up injuring the wife before being killed by the cops."

" She died holding Annabelle."

" As you can expect there was another battle with Annabelle ending with one of the parents friends sacrificing her life for their child."

" The Annabelle doll was then bought by some med students who then alerted us, and now she is down in our room of spooky things."

"WHY DID YOU KEEP THAT THING??" she asked in absolute disbelief.

"Well because we have to keep it away from people it could hurt" Lorraine said

"Why not destroy it?" she asked actually curious.

"Well because it would just unleash the demon and make it harder to contain" Ed said

"Then why don't you put the demon in a jar or something?"

"Y/n its not a Jeanie" said Ed

"Then cant you send it to the moon?" y/n said now trying to bug him

"Yea sure, if I had a spaceship and a way to magically keep the demon there. It would just come back."

"What if you taught it not to kill people?" Y/n said now giggling a bit.

"What am I going to do? give it a treat if it helps someone and scold it if it kills someone? Bad doll, no treats for the rest of the day" Ed said mocking your stupidity.

"Why don't you give it to someone as a birthday gift? you said now saying anything that sounded remotely stupid in your head.

"Ill give it to you for a birthday gift." Said Ed a little annoyed now.

Lorraine giggled a bit from her char in the room.

"Aunty Lorraine! You should use it as your new teddy bear!" y/n said this now trying to get Lorraine annoyed.

"That's a great idea" Lorraine said as she rolled her eyes.

"Yea aunty Lorraine, you should have a tea party with it!"

Lorraine scoffed at the idea.

"Uncle Ed you could-"

"I know what I could do!" said Ed getting an idea on how to stop the stupid questions.

"What's that?" said y/n genuinely curious at what he was about to say.

"I could unleash a real scary demon, that prays on little girls like you"

Lorraine smiled as she saw where this was going

y/n still oblivious of what was going on asked "Who?"

"The Tickle monster" Ed said knowing that just the word "Tickle" got you blushing

"Uncle Ed! I'm too old for that." She said slightly panicked as she knew how bad it was when uncle Ed did it.

"Who's uncle Ed? I'm the tickle monster" he said as he gave a signal to Lorraine and as soon as y/n stood up to run, Lorraine grabbed her.

"Lehehet mehehe gohoho" she said giggling in anticipation

"No can do sweetheart" Lorraine said as she smiled. After all the ghost hunting she does appreciate moments like this.

Ed started playfully growling as he slowly went towards her and then straddled her on the ground. Lorraine followed and held her hands above her head.

"Nohohoho"

"We know you love this sweetheart" Lorraine said knowing that saying that, even though it was true, made the situation 10x worse for you.

Ed wasted no time in going for her worst spot: ribs. He slowly traced them through the thin shirt you had on.

"Unahaclehehe Ehehed"

"He's not here right now, come again later" he said as he increased the pressure just a bit.

"NohOHoh UNclEhehe Edhehe"

"I told you he wasn't here right now!"

Lorraine put her knees on your hands and started to slowly trace your arms with her long nails. Since you were wearing a t-shirt this tickled really bad.

"AuntHHEhe Lorahihih Lorhahahnehehe"

"What? cant you just make this stop ticking?" Ed said using your stupid questions against you.

"What is that word making it worse? Tickle, tickle, tickle." Said ed.

"UncEHeleheh Ehehehd stoHOHOp"

"First off, wrong name again, and why would I do that? Im having so much fun." He said as he slowly slid your shirt up to reveal your full ribs.

You lost in giggles, didn't notice until your saw the look he gave Lorraine.

In an instant Ed started shaking his hands into your ribs, making sure to get into all the bones. Loraine shoved her hands into your armpits and started scribbling.

With both of these spots being targeted you just screamed.

"HAHAHAHAH OHOHOH MYHAHAH GOHOHOHD GUHUHUHUHUYSASA"

"What why cant you just escape?" Said lorraine

"HAHAHAHA ITSOSOSOSOSO BAHAHAHAHAD IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT BREHEHEHETHE"

"Are you sure?" Ed asked with fake concern. " Cant you just breathe? he said. now smiling and your reaction to the teasing. He wouldn't have went so hard on you, but he knew that you loved this and where practically begging for it.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

You where lost in hysterics, just cackling.

They continued for a few minuets, switching tactics every so often as to avoid you getting used to it.

"Okok im done sweetheart" Ed said in his normal voice, but Lorraine didn't let you go as she knew Ed wasn't done.

"Or am I" He said in a monstrous voice as he blew a raspberry on your stomach.

"Ohoh that's mean" Lorraine said as you scream laughed.

He blew a few more before actually letting you go.

It took you a few minuets to catch your breath, but you recovered as Ed hugged you close.

"Youhohr ruthelehess"

" I know " Ed said happy that you where there.

Taking requests btw. request page pinned

[ask-doctor-med-ler]

Hello. I believe we met not long ago.

A certain person has been requesting more.. tactile methods of communication with me - hugs, hand-holding and other gestures that tend to bring people a sense of 'comfort'.

The problem - this 'body' of mine is not made of any matter that mortals could encounter under normal circumstances. Prolonged contact with me kills them.

Perhaps you might have a potential solution? I would appreciate it.

-@ask-chronicler

Chronicler,

First off I'm going to admit that even though your situation is unique, the advice I'm giving is likely something you've already considered yourself.

That said, first and foremost, communication is your biggest friend. You need to make it clear to your friend that you're not willing to risk their safety for the physical comforting it may temporarily grant to them. If they really care for you the way I suspect that they do, you will be able to come to some kind of mutual understanding.

That said, I'm sure you are aware that you're not the only onceler with superhuman abilities. If you yourself cannot find a way to safely give them a tactile alternative, you might be able to find someone else who may be able to help you find something that could do the trick.

A pet is one option, a puppet that you can control from a safer distance is another alternative. I'm sure you aren't considering a way to "normalize" yourself, but there are countless other alternatives to consider.

I don't know the particulars on how your body negatively affects normal humans, but if it's anything similar to radiation, perhaps a hazmat suit or radiation lead shield?

Let me know if there's any other way I can help! I hope I was at least a little helpful.

~ Med-ler

[plague-doctor-medler]

Plague Doctor Med-ler Art

I have another commission piece to share with everyone! This is one of plague doctor Med-ler (sans plague mask) from thebunnythebear, who did an amazing job!

[suspiciouslynotapastor]

Lookie, my first foray into literally anything ask-ler. I've had a rough couple days because my computer is old as balls, so a hug/head pat/thumbs up would be appreciated. I also ran out of meds a couple weeks ago and the only thing keeping me together rn is this fandom and anything within four degrees separation from it.

[therealvinelle]

Det skjønner jeg veldig godt! Men du kan jo ta sjansen for at noen i fam Cullen snakker norsk xD De kan jo i canon dritmange språk men jeg hadde håpet at de hadde ikke kunnet det og heller blitt imponert av det (amerikanerne jeg bor med sier det høres ut som fairy-språk haha)

Ok, siden jeg selv tok opp temaet "hva om Bella bare snakket norsk?" i forrige post tolker jeg dette som at det er ok at jeg skriver nettopp det her. Ærlig talt har jeg bare veldig lyst til å gjøre det.

Så, ok, da Renée forlot Charlie dro hun ikke til Florida, hun dro til Oslo. Og gikk 100% inn for at datteren hennes skal være helnorsk! Hun ansatte norske barnepiker og passet på å ikke snakke engelsk rundt ungen. Siden transatlantiske flyturer er rådyre, ble det da til at vesle Bella Swan sjelden besøkte sin far, og dermed aldri lærte seg det som skulle vært morsmålet hennes.

Hun glemte engelsk fort, med unntak av småord som "Yes", "No" og "I'm Bella" og snakket snart bare norsk.

De få turene hun tok til faren for å besøke ham var desto mer kleine enn i canon når hun ikke kunne leke med noen av Black-barna. Her skal skylden ikke falle på Charlie: han tok norskkurs, så han kan faktisk snakke litt med Bella. Ikke med Renée, for hennes Norwenglish er uforståelig selv for nordmenn, men han kan kommunisere med Bella.

Ikke at han har fått så mange anledninger.

Bella rekker å bli sytten, hun går på andreklasse på Handels og er tidenes outsider blant alle sossene der, og Renée møter en kjekk skiløper som hun gifter seg med. Sammen skal de to reise rundt hele vinteren for å få med seg flest mulig renn, og om sommeren skal de ta jobb på Hurtigruta for å få sett kysten.

Bella, som er helt forjævlig på ski og for ung til å jobbe på Hurtigruten, tar hintet.

Med gru i magen og ordbok i hånda drar hun til faren sin i Amerika.

Der hun ikke kan språket.

Faen.

Hun får en bil av ham, og jeg skulle nesten ønske denne metaen var satt til nåtiden fordi da kunne jeg dratt en vits om elbiler og automatlappen, men Evighetens Kyss er satt til 2005 så det kan jeg ikke. Så dette med bilen går udramatisk for seg.

Skolen er verre enn i canon, fordi nå er hun jo tusen ganger mer sensasjonell enn om hun bare var en ny elev. Hun er jo utenlandsk! Hele Forks faller over seg i spenning.

Og det blir enda verre, for hun skjønner jo ingenting av det folk sier.

Hun er for klein til å si fra at hun ikke kan engelsk. Da vil det bli en greie, og de vil kanskje tro at hun er dum også. Det er jo ikke helt bra at hun har vært gjennom hele grunnskolen og nå halvannet år på VGS og fortsatt har elendig engelsk.

Så hun nikker, smiler, mumler "Hi, I'm Bella," til de nye ansiktene, og rødmer kraftig når noen sier noe.

Folk går ut ifra at hun er sjenert. Litt kjedelig, men ja ja.

Hun har biologitimen sin med den rødhårete kjekkasen hun la merke til i lunsjen. Hun satt og så på han og familien, de var fascinerende pene alle sammen, men vet ikke noe mer om dem enn at de er veldig pen. Hadde vært bra om hun kunne spurt den knøttlille jenta (var det Jess hun het?) om dem.

Biologitimen går som i canon - han har veldig lyst til å spise denne deilige jenta, men gjør det heldigvis ikke.

Hun treffer så vidt på ham i kontoret når han prøver å bytte til en annen biologitime, men skjønner ikke hva han sier så hun har bare en mistanke om at det gjaldt henne på en eller annen måte. Fortsatt ubehagelig, men her er det nok Bella som er problemet. Ikke den dritkjekke fyren der.

Han er borte fra skolen en uke, Bella synes det er rart.

Så kommer han tilbake, og til hennes store skrekk begynner han å snakke med ham.

"Hello," sier han.

Bella dør innvendig. Han er jo altfor kjekk!

"I'm Edward Cullen," fortsetter han, og ok, det forsto hun. Kjekkasen heter Edward, det er jo godt å vite.

Han sier noe mer, det er grøt for Bellas ører selv om hun konsentrerer seg, og konkluderer med "Bella Swan".

Hun gulper.

"I'm Bella Swan," sier hun nikkende. Det burde fungere.

Han smiler et skjevt, gutteaktig smil, og hun hadde ikke trodd det var mulig å være så vakker som det han er nå.

Han sier noe mer.

Bella skjønte ikke hva han sa.

Hun rødmer så det holder, og har vel aldri hatt et pinligere øyeblikk i sitt liv. Her er verdens kjekkeste gutt, og hun har ingenting å si til ham. Bokstavelig talt, fordi de snakker ikke samme språk.

Hun burde si det til ham. Det er en ting å kleine ut av å si til de andre at hun ikke kan engelsk, men det er noe annerledes over Edward Cullen. Han fortjener sannheten.

Men...

Han er det vakreste mennesket hun har sett i sitt liv. Han er også amerikansk, og sjansene for at han tilfeldigvis kan norsk er mikroskopiske. Om han finner ut at hun ikke skjønner hva hun sier kommer han til å slutte å snakke med henne, og det vil hun ikke.

Så med litt dårlig samvittighet (men ikke nok til at hun forteller ham at hun ikke skjønner hva han sier) bidrar hun til samtalen med nok småsvar og smil til at det går. "Yes", "No", "Thank you", og "That's nice".

Han virker overrasket over flere av svarene, og blir faktisk mer engasjert i samtalen, ikke mindre.

Biologitimen ringer ut.

Nestenpåkjørselen skjer, og han redder henne såvidt. Hun gjør store øyne - herregud, flyttet han nettopp på en hel bil? Etter å ha teleportert over skolegården..?

Snart er hun på akutten, og mer enn litt stressa over det fordi amerikanerne har visst elendig helsesystem. Hun håper Charlie har forsikring.

En råvakker blond mann sprader inn på akuttrommet, og Bella får helt sjokk. Han er jo like kjekk som Edward og familien!

Han introduserer seg som Carlisle Cullen, og Bella kan bare gå ut ifra at dette må være en eldre bror. Kanskje i slekt med den blonde jenta.

Dr. Cullen smiler til henne, sier noe, og hun svarer "I'm Bella Swan."

Han rynker på panna. Det var visst ikke riktig svar.

Hendene hans går tilbake til å undersøke skallen hennes, og til hennes store sjokk slår han over til flytende norsk, "kjenner De noe ubehag når jeg holder her?"

Han skynder seg å legge til, "Norsk lærte jeg i... fjor sommer. Det var et nettkurs."

"Hvilket da?" spør Bella med en gang, for dette nettkurset må jo Charlie få vite om. Doktoren har helt nydelig, om litt gammeldags, uttale.

Doktorens smil blir usikkert. Hun følelsen av at han skjuler noe. "Husker ikke," sier han etter en litt vel lang pause.

Det var synd. Og rart.

"De hadde hellet med Dem i dag, som ikke ble truffet av den bilen." sier han deretter, merkbart for å endre temaet.

"Det var ikke hell, det var Edward," sier hun skarpt.

Doktoren ser ukomfortabel ut et øyeblikk.

Hun fortsetter, "Han krysset skolegården på et blunk, og plukket opp hele bilen. Jeg så det," sier hun.

Doktoren ler. "Om han kunne det hadde nok gymkarakteren hans vært meget bedre. Nei, frøken Swan, jeg beklager å si at det høres ut som at De er litt omtåket. Det er helt normalt ved hjernerystelse."

Hvorfor har Bella følelsen av at han lyver?

Hun blir utskrevet.

Vi hopper fram til at hun drar til La Push - denne turen bærer ikke mange fruktene, siden Jacob vet hun ikke snakker engelsk og de dermed ikke har annet å gjøre sammen enn å stikke hendene i lomma og stirre på sjøen.

Dagen etter blir hun shanghaiet til Port Angeles, fordi hun hadde visst sagt "Yes" på feil spørsmål fra Jessica (Viste seg at det var Jessica, ikke Jess) og ved et uhell sagt ja til å dra på heldagstur til Port Angeles.

Som i canon virrer hun seg vekk fra de andre, og som i canon blir hun nesten gjengvoldtatt. Og igjen som i canon blir hun heldigvis reddet i siste øyeblikk av Edward.

Han spanderer middag på henne, og hun kan ikke tro sin egen flaks og uflaks. En date med den kjekkeste fyren på jorda (derav flaksen) og hun kan ikke si noe som helst til ham (derav uflaksen)!

Han prater med henne, og låner henne jakka si, og dette er vel toppen for Bella, livet kan umulig bli bedre nå.

Han er så fantastisk.

Hun har blitt ganske god på å navigere samtaler med ham, så hun småsvarer seg gjennom.

I bilen hans på vei hjem blir tonen litt mer alvorlig.

Han spør henne om noe, det er et alvorlig spørsmål, såpass forstår hun. Hun svarer bekreftende.

Han blir lenge stille.

Har hun sagt noe galt?

(Edward, on his end, just asked if she knows what he is. She said yes, so calmly, not even a trace of fear in her.)

Noen dager senere tar han henne med på tur ut i skogen.

Han viser henne vei til en lysning i skogen, og når han går inn i den så lyser han opp i sollyset.

Bella er i sjokk.

Hun visste det var noe annerledes med ham, men- herregud, fyren er jo ikke menneskelig.

Dater hun en gud?

Hun snubler inn i lysningen etter ham, og de tilbringer en dag sammen der han sier ting, og hun knapt hører noe av det (bare glem å forstå det) fordi hun er for opptatt med å se på hvor vakker han er.

Dagen etter tar han henne med til et hus midt i ingenmannsland. Hun tør nesten ikke å gjette at det er her han bor. Har guder noe så alminnelig som hjem?

Han tar henne inn i huset, og introduserer henne for Dr. Cullen og en dame med at navn hun ikke får med seg.

Litt rart at de oppfører seg som et foreldrepar, de er jo altfor unge og guddommelige for det.

Han viser henne rundt i et gammeldags kontor, og hun vet ikke hva hun skal tro når hun ser et maleri av Carlisle. Edward langer ut i en lang fortelling når han ser henne se på det, dessverre fanger hun ikke opp noe årstall eller kunstnernavn. På et tidspunkt hørte hun ordet "Suicide", da, og det er ikke bra.

Hun får ikke stort ut av den fortellingen.

Baseballkampen blir ikke noe av, for Bella misforsto hva Edward ville og fikk ikke med seg at hun ble invitert på noe. De tilbringer kvelden med en god film.

Forholdet fortsetter, om med litt kommunikasjonsvansker som hun heldigvis klarer å glatte over, helt til det blir bursdagen hennes.

Hun får et papirkutt.

Jasper flyr på henne helt plutselig, Edward kaster henne inn i et glassbord, og så må alle dra.

Carlisle er vennlig nok til å slå over til norsk når han syr sammen armen hennes, kanskje på grunn av sist gang hun var pasienten hans. "Jasper har ikke vært på dietten vår så veldig lenge."

"Diett?" spør hun. Hun har da aldri sett Edward spise noe som helst. Hun var ikke sikker på hvordan Cullen-familien spiste, ærlig talt trodde hun de var hevet over slikt. Hun kunne sett for seg fotosyntese som et alternativ. Men mat? Dietter?

"Dyreblod istedenfor menneskeblod," klargjør Carlisle.

Hvafornoe?

Carlisle smiler såvidt. "Jaspers liv som vampyr fikk en brutal start."

...

Vampyr?!

Her har Bella gått glipp av noe.

Herregud og fy faen, hun har gått glipp av noe.

"Åja," er alt hun klarer å si, og er plutselig veldig ops på at hun sitter der med en blødende arm.

Og Carlisle.

Som er en vampyr.

I løpet av samtalen som følger gjør Bella en rekke oppdagelser.

Edward har vært en vampyr hele tiden, og han er en telepatisk vampyr. Og det har visst vært et tema om hun skulle bli vampyr eller ei, men av religiøse grunner vil han ikke det.

Hun får mer informasjon ut av Carlisle, og viste seg at Edward døde av spanskesyken.

"Jeg var under den oppfatning at Edward fortalte deg bakhistorien min?" spør Carlisle på et tidspunkt, og Bella må jo bare pent spørre om han kan gjenta seg.

Viser seg at fyren er nesten fire hundre år gammel.

Jaha.

Jahahaha jaa ha.

Dette var da litt å ta inn.

Hun vandrer ut av huset i sjokk, og legger knapt merke til at Edward oppfører seg litt rart i løpet av de neste dagene.

En dag henter han henne på skolen, og tar henne med bak huset.

Det passer vel bra.

Han er en vampyr, men han har aldri skadet henne. Han er uendelig vakker, kanskje lettere å elske nå som hun vet han ikke er en gud. Han er fortsatt hennes Edward.

De kan fortsatt være sammen.

Men nå som hun vet dette om han, så er det på tide at han vet noe om henne også.

Hun er nødt til å bli ærlig med ham.

Så når han åpner munnen, åpner hun munnen også, men hun kommer ikke lenger i setningen enn til "Edward-" før han gir seg utpå en lengre monolog.

Hun får vel vente til han er ferdig før hun sier sitt. Det blir pinlig, men det ser ikke ut til at han har tenkt å slutte å snakke uansett.

Og det han sier virker til å være alvorlig, så det er best å la ham snakke ferdig.

Edward fortsetter å prate, kysser henne til sist på hodet, og så forsvinner han.

Hvor ble det av fyren?

Litt usikker går Bella tilbake til huset. Hun får vel bare vente til han kommer tilbake.

Hun vet ikke hva hun skal tro når Charlie kommer tilbake og sier at Cullen-familien har reist.

Herregud.

Edward må ha funnet ut at hun ikke snakket engelsk.

Han hadde all rett til å dra - hun har jo holdt ham for narr!

Men det gjør det ikke mindre uholdbart.

Bella synker ned i sin depresjon, akkurat som i canon.

Hallusinasjonene begynner, som i canon, skjønt Hallusinward snakker gudskjelov norsk.

Vennskapet med Jacob (med ordbok i hånd) påbegynnes, igjen som i canon.

Klippehoppet skjer, og Alice dukker opp. Bella er ikke sikker på hva dette gjelder, men har blitt sterk nok i engelsk nå til å vite at noe dumt har skjedd og at Alice vil at de skal gjøre noe.

Hun er jo litt overrasket når hun havner på et fly til Italia, da.

Alice gir henne beskjed om "Run to Edward" og ok, det der skjønte hun faktisk.

Så hun redder Edward.

Etter det tas hun ned i kloakken, der det viser seg å bo flere dusin vampyrer.

Hun, Edward og Alice tas i mot i en slags hall, der en usedvanlig vampyr har veldig mye å si. Hun skjønner noe av det, i hvert fall det om "la tua cantate". Hun kan nemlig litt italiensk, så hun vet at nå snakker han om en sang.

Hun lurer veldig på hva samtaletemaet er.

På et tidspunkt tar han hånden hennes, og er veldig fascinert av den. Hun lurer på om han leser håndflater. Ikke særlig vampyraktig, men hva vet vel hun.

Han spør henne om noe.

"Yes," sier hun.

Har jo funka så langt.

Men når han lyser opp og klapper henne sammen, og Edward og Alice stirrer på henne i sjokk og bedrag, har hun en følelse av at hun sa noe veldig galt.

Men de to blir vist ut av rommet i løpet av kort tid, og Bella rekker ikke gjøre noe. Hun hører Edward skrike og smelle ute i gangen.

Dette lover ikke godt.

Fyren tar henne med ned i en kjeller som er enda dypere i dette kloakkpalasset, og hun får noen komfortable klær å skifte inn i.

Dette begynner å bli alvorlig skummelt.

Fyren lener seg mot henne - og hun feiger ut.

"Jeg snakker ikke engelsk!" piper hun ut. "Non habla ingles!"

Han stanser, og ser forvirret ut. "Que- Hva behager?" spør han etter et øyeblikk.

Hulkende forteller Bella hele historien, fra å ville unngå kleinhet på Forks videregående skole til å nå ende opp i Italia uten å vite hvorfor eller hva det er hun har sagt ja til.

Når hun er ferdig med å fortelle begynner fyren å le, av alle ting.

"Dette forklarer jo en hel del," ler han. "Men, kjære Bella, jeg er redd det ikke endrer noe."

Han forteller henne at hun visstnok sa ja til å tjene han og hans armé av udødelige krigere inn i evigheten.

Fyttirakkern.

"Du skal få slippe det, når du ikke visste hva du samtykket til - men skjebnen din forblir den samme. Loven er loven."

Etter et øyeblikks pause, der hun ser vettskremt ut, skynder han seg å legge til, "Vi har en lov. Du må bli en av oss."

En lov om at Bella Swan må bli vampyr?

Bella er rimelig tapt bak denne vogna, men det begynner å bli kleint å spørre fyren om absolutt alt. Så hun nikker.

Fyren gir henne et glimrende smil, og biter henne.

Når hun våkner opp tilbyr Aro henne språkkurs, og da blir det jo til at hun blir værende i Volterra.

Noen år senere bryter Edward seg inn i Volterra for å redde sin Rapunzel, og han kjenner henne nesten ikke igjen nå som hun er vampyr og prater hele tiden. HVA ER DET ARO HAR GJORT MED HENNE.

Bella kleiner ut av å innrømme at hun ikke snakket engelsk, og sier at hun ble hjernevaska.

Aro har det for gøy til å rette på henne, og dette starter dessverre en svært beklagelig rykteflom.

[trashyswitch]

The Real Reasoning Behind All of This

Pocket is getting sick and tired of the pressure that comes with writing fanfics. So, she starts to imagine the characters she's written about, and imagines what advice they would give her and what comforting strategies they would use. And as she predicted, lots of tickles!

Pocket was growling and throwing her phone around the room. So many expectations. So many ideas given to her. She has no excuse to not write now. But she just didn’t. Want to.

She hated when she felt like this. It felt like she was letting everyone down by not pushing herself to fucking write. She knew Shannon was fine with the no writing, but were others okay with it?! Probably not.

She walked up to the fridge and was about to reach for a smirnoff.

[Alcohol doesn’t solve problems]

[Alcohol will make your life miserable]

[It’s a fake high, Pocket.]

[SUGAR]

Pocket angrily closed the fridge and grabbed some chocolate covered almonds instead. She didn’t wanna do the work...It was so much work...She hated waiting for the moments she got into hyper focus. That was the only way she would get her fanfics done at a reasonable time. She relied on those hyper focus episodes. Perhaps if she skipped out on her ADHD med, she would have more energy to do the work. But nope...The adhd med is supposed to help her focus. But the ADHD med drained all her energy. Every time she missed her pill, she would wind up with extra energy. She would be filled with adrenaline. It felt like a sugar high...Or a buzz.

Pocket had recently figured out that a buzz from alcohol was very similar to ADHD adrenaline rushes. It was a fun little fact that she found to be very interesting and yet...disappointing. Finding out the truth meant she didn’t need alcohol to experience happiness. But skipping the ADHD meds couldn’t be the answer to all her problems. There were benefits to her pill. There were days that she didn’t want to be a ball of energy. There were days that she wanted to lounge. And that pill allowed her to do that without issue.

So is being drunk like having ADHD? Maybe for her. But is ADHD like being drunk all the time without the hangover?

Who. Knows.

Pocket looked down at her dog and smiled. She was laying against her leg with her back upwards towards the ceiling. She looked like a loaf of burnt toast...with a bandana tied around her neck. She was a sleepy girl...A fun girl...A cute widdle bean. And definitely a somft girl.

Pocket began to stare off into space as she stared at the white screen on her laptop. Nothing to write...nothing.

Why was she like this? Why is she here? Why can’t she write right now?

Snoring doggo. She snores a lot.

“Hey Kiddo…” Someone said beside her.

She turned to the left, and smiled. “Hi Patton.”

“Why so down?” He asked.

“I can’t write worth my life.” She complained.

“Well, no matter what you think about your writing, I always support you and will help you when things go wrong.” Patton told her. “So tell me: What’s going wrong?” He asked.

Pocket looked down. “I have no motivation left…”

Patton nodded. “Well, you did go through a phase of writing nonstop for tickletober…” Patton reminded her.

Pocket nodded. “Yup...I just want a little more motivation left over and interest. That’s all I ask.” Pocket told him.

Patton nodded. “And motivation, you’ll get again eventually. Now is just not the time.” Patton reminded him.

“Maybe it’s time I changed what I did again…” Pocket thought.

“Changing your way of doing things, is only going to upset the 400 or so followers that you have.” Someone else said.

Pocket looked over to her right. It was William Afton.

“I know…” Pocket muttered.

“Maybe the problem is, you’re too much of a ler to play the lee.” William offered.

“Well...I’m certainly too ler to be a switch…” Pocket mentioned.

“Also, when are you gonna change your status to ‘ler’ instead of ‘switch’?” William asked.

“When are you gonna stop being manipulative?” Pocket asked the murderer in the room.

“T...Touche.” William replied as he faded away.

Soon, another person appeared. ‘Take some time for yourself. It’s what Shannon wants.’ THe person signed.

Pocket looked over and smiled brightly. It was Jamie!

“Hi Jamie!” She greeted him.

‘Hello!’ Jamie replied.

“Getting to be the time to watch your halloween video again.” Pocket mentioned.

‘Happy halloween!’ Jamie signed happily.

Pocket repeated the signs for ‘happy halloween’. She had taken a sign language course before, and learned Sign Language in her own spare time.

“I know exactly what Pocket needs! But only if you want it.” Patton offered.

Pocket smiled brightly. She knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Yes.” Pocket smiled.

‘Wow! You quick!’ Jamie signed.

“I’ll say!” Patton reacted.

William appeared again .“Let’s get to it then. I’m not patient when it comes to tickling.” William said.

“Alright!” Patton ran to her hips and started digging. “Just tell me-”

“BAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket yelled, laughing hysterically already.

“WOW! I must’ve hit the jackpot!” Patton reacted.

“I’ll say...She’s already a mess of laughter.” William reacted.

“MYHYHYHY HIHIHIPS AHAHARE THE WOHOHORST!” She laughed.

“You kidding me? You’ve got fuckin’ Shakira hips goin’ here.” William reacted.

Jamie hummed silently as he thought long and hard on where else to tickle…

Then he remembered that bellies exist!

Jamie smiled and started skittering his quick fingers on her belly.

“EEEEHehehehehehe! NOHOHohohoho!” She was pushing the arms away and kicking wildly.

“Awww, de poor widdle baby can’t handle de tickles!” Patton teased.

William looked up at Patton. “Is that seriously how you talk to people?” William asked.

“No!” Patton responded, rather offended. Then his face switched to a smirk. “Only when I’m teasing.”

William looked...rather terrified of the face change.

“GUHUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Pocket begged.

“Oh yeah…” William muttered.

Patton placed a hand on William’s shoulder. “William, William, William…” He said to him politely. “She loves this.”

Jamie raised an eyebrow. ‘Pocket kicking and pleading.’ Jamie mentioned.

Patton smiled and stopped tickling Pocket. William looked down and stopped tickling as well.

Pocket’s laughter turned to giggles and started lessening to huffs.

But then…

“Why…...why did you stop?” She asked.

William blinked and widened his eyes. “Because breathing is important.”

Patton giggled. “Told ya! I know a lee when I see one~” Patton teased.

William blushed at that and looked away.

Jamie looked at William’s blush out of the corner of his eye, and smirked. He rubbed his hands together and tickled William’s sides.

“WHOAHAHAHAHA! WHOHOHOHO-” William scooted himself away from the random tickle monster that was tickling him, and turned to see Jamie in the same spot he was in. “Oh...It was you.”

Jamie wiggled his fingers with a smirk from both the lips and the mustache.

“Uh oh…” William got himself up onto his feet and started running. Jamie wasn’t far behind him as he chased Will around the room.

Pocket watched this whole thing and giggled. It was so funny seeing the most innocent man chasing the murderer for tickles around her room.

“Now: Let’s get this lee mood dealt with.” Patton decided.

Patton started tickling Pocket again and specifically focused on the sides and belly this time. Pocket laughed and giggled as she kicked her feet and flailed her arms around all over again.

“OHohohohoho nohohohoho! Pahahahahahat!” Pocket laughed.

“Yessss?” Patton replied.

“Ihihihit tihihihicklehehes!” Pocket laughed.

OHOHO SHIHIHIT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Someone else shouted.

Patton stopped tickling and turned around. As it would turn out, Jamie had already caught William and was now tickling the man.

“IHIHIHI- WHAHAHAHAT’S YOHOHOUR NAHAHAHAME AHAHAHAGAHAHAIN?! JAHAHAHACK??” William asked.

Jamie widened his eyes, stopped tickling him and completely lost himself in laughter. This man couldn’t even bother to remember his name right?! Wow! It’s a wonder he kept a business afloat for as long as he did!

Pocket smiled and enjoyed watching Jamie laugh his head off. It was nice to be able to imagine these characters.

“Alright. One more tickle attack, then I’m all done!” Patton decided.

Pocket nodded and opened her arms to him. Patton happily took it and tried tickling her ribs next. He started at the bottom ribs.

“EEEHEHEHE!” Pocket laughed before collapsing to the floor. It would seem that Pocket was SUPER ticklish on her lower ribs!

Patton tried moving upwards.

“PAHAHAhahahahat! Hahahahahehehe!” She laughed.

“Ooooh! Not so ticklish on your middle ribs, huh?” Patton said out loud.

“Nohohoho...Just thehehe bohohottom rihihibs.” Pocket replied.

“Good to know!” Patton started digging into her bottom ribs and focusing on the spot between the ribs too.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Pocket laughed.

Patton slowed his fingers down and stopped pushing as hard. “Your laughter...is so much different when you’re tickled! Are you faking your laugh often?” Patton asked.

“Nohoho...Ihihi juhuhust hahahave dihihifferent tihihickle lahahaughter.” Pocket told him.

“Well, good to know! I’m happy to know you’re not forcing yourself to laugh.” Patton replied.

Patton took a moment or two to look at the progress between William and Jamie. As one would probably expect, William was now getting his revenge on Jamie! And while the tickling wasn’t producing much of a laughter sound, Jamie was certainly making wheezes and visual reactions.

‘Stop stop stop stop stop!’ Jamie kept signing.

“Why would I stop? You’re clearly loving this!” William reacted.

Patton laughed at that. “Yohou’re not wrong about that.” Patton confirmed for him.

“See?” William smiled and continued to tickle Jamie for a little longer before stopping to let him breathe.

“Not so bad for a lee, huh Jamie?” William teased.

Jamie flipped him off as a response.

Aaaand that earned Jamie even more tickles.

Pocket was helped up by Patton and was given a big bear hug. “Thank you Patton.” She told him.

“No problem, Kiddo!” Patton replied.

“And thank you William and Jamie!” Pocket said next.

‘You’re welcome! Love you!’ Jamie signed.

“Glad to help kid. And for the love of god, take a break.” William ordered. “You deserve it.”

Pocket watched as the characters faded out of existence. Pocket smiled to herself, feeling a lot better. She wasn’t really motivated from the experience, but she did feel a little more inspired again. She felt like she had a better grasp of why she did these fanfics in the first place: To just have fun. And sometimes, the fun will feel like a chore...but that’s okay. It’ll get better.

Now to get these new, fresh ideas into motion before she forgets!

But quickly, a little sentence popped into her head:

[“For the love of god, take a break.”]

Yeah...Maybe he’s right. She didn’t really feel motivated to get anything more going yet. She just felt...super inspired with no energy to make it.

The brain was too tired to do what the heart wanted.

So, Pocket grabbed her laptop, turned on some Lo-fi music and decided to take a nap.

[“You deserve it.”]

This might be my last fanfic before Tickletober rolls around. So, I hope you enjoyed it!

[wormonastriing]

Oh? Could we get some general TF2 tiggle headcanons for the support class? owo

HEH EH HE ok hell yeah support MeeM 💉  : Ler-leaning switch. Med is one of those who’s not too ticklish all over, but has sensitive sweet spots! These include the hips, feet, and ribs! Med has this wonderful (and scary) cackling laugh that gets super high pitched and desperate if you spider over the spot rapidly! Fast tickles get him the most ehehe. He’s definitely the type to find himself on the floor if he’s out ler-ed, and he always scoffs at the idea of being overpowered afterwards (cough by heavy cough). But be careful. Med is a dangerous, strategic ler. As the team doctor, he knows everyone’s weak points. He will ABSOLUTELY utilize this information to blackmail or get what he wants, or just to be a bit evil. He’s a strong, intimidating man, so it’s hard to bounce back once he has you pinned. AND he has a unique flavor of teasing. As the lee cackles beneath him, he makes comments about their anatomy, how their nerves is so sensitive, how he may have to examine them later...all with that devilish grin. Even with the evil smile, he does enjoy getting his patients to smile a bit. Pissman 🐊 : Lee-leaning switch. Sneeper is your classic grumpy, “I’m not ticklish”, frowny lee. He will absolutely deny being ticklish (’it’s not professional!”) but he is stupidly ticklish! He’s a lil sensitive all over, but SUPER ticklish on his belly, ears/neck, underarms, and feet! His tum is his worst spot hands down (it’s a lil chubby from all that beer and coffee and hunched snipin’ form). When sneep is tickled, he immediately tries to curl into himself and has this precious, wheezy high pitched giggle that is seldom heard. Only when you get a bit rougher with the tickles does he get into full on belly laughter, in which he kicks his legs and grabs at the ler’s hands weakly. He blushes super fast and wiggles a loooot. He doesn’t like being tickled by those he isn’t close to, but a friend or s.o.? <33333 He secretly loves the physical attention. Sneep becomes a ler in playful situations usually! He doesn’t always take this route since he’s so sensitive himself, but he can be a devilish fellow. He has rough, blunt nails that do wonders on anyone in his grasp. He’s definitely the teasing type, asking the lee if it tickles here? what about here? and he smiles the whole time. He’s not always a grump! Sometimes sneep wants to goof around, and tickling was something he experienced between himself and his parents when he was a boy. He has that fond connection. Spah 🚬 : A mess. The first impression is a ruthless ler. Spee is a trained interrogator, and isn’t above using some tickles to humiliate and weaken a hostage. He has slippery fingers, that go from spiders to knives, and he’s oh so meticulous with it. Spee is an incredibly good ler, and the Most Evil Tease Alive. This man talks the whole time he tickles the other, mocking them for their sensitivity, chuckling when he hits a sweet spot, generally being a dick (What’s that? I can’t seem to hear you~ Guess I’ll keep going then, yes?). Spee is a very dangerous person to be targeted by, and he’ll use all his dirty tricks >:) But, alas, the professional and proper frenchman couldn’t possibly be ticklish right? wrong. Just like his son, Spee is unbearably ticklish. He has tried time and time again to repress this sensitivity, to overcome it (for his line of work obviously), but only so much can be done. He is ticklish everywhere, but is especially sensitive on his sides, feet, and ribs. Spee hates being tickled, because when he does...it is a sight. Spee flails, loses his strength, and IMMEDIATELY plummets into loud, frantic, goofy snorting laughter! He’ll put up a good fight, but loses his composure very quickly and turns into a snorting flustered mess. He hates his laugh, and how silly it is. And to anyone watching, it is the prime entertainment. Alas, most mercs don’t get to tickle s.py, as he is all too skilled at slipping away or taking the offensive first. ANYTHING to avoid the secret getting out.

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can u ask ur mum if i should take my gf to the hospital. i brought her to the upa thursday night bc she's been heavily constipated (5 days then 3 days of diarrhea) and they gave her nausea and pain meds, antibiotics, mineral oil and probiotics. but she still hasn't pooped, just diarrhea. idk if we should get some suppositories or stool softeners before trying the hospital or go to the upa again

She says to drink tons of water, no carbonated drinks. Stop mineral oil and whatever laxatives she’s been given (probiotics are ok) and to eat non fermented foods. If she feels any discomfort to take the pain meds. My dad says gatorade is good as well. And to see how it goes for the next 24/48h and if it doesn’t get better to go to the hospital she also said to ler her know how it goes