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[sarellathesphinx]

Both square enix and other players can take the idea that Cait has his own personality and sense of will separate from Reeve from my mummified hands

[mushiewrites]

George’s Favorite Rib

yay!!!!!! it's day 2 of lee!George week! I knew from the very beginning that "ribs" was going to be a day on the prompt list, I just can't help myself when it comes to george ): My need to destroy him is too strong ): While I was writing this I was thinking about (and replaying) this clip over and over and over again...just to let you all know what my mind was doin 🫠

day 2 - ribs / prompts here!

(lee!George / ler!Sapnap / ler!Karl : 2K words)

“George, chill.”

“I cahahan’t! Leave mehehe alone!”

“Is he always this squirmy?” Karl turned his head in Sapnap’s direction as he finally latched onto the flailing arm below him, successfully trapping it against the bed and giggling when Sapnap rolled his eyes at the question.

He had walked in on Karl trying to tickle George silly and offered his assistance; George denied profusely, but Karl happily accepted the help.

Sapnap had made his way up onto the bed, sitting on the opposite side of George’s body that Karl was and draped one of his shins across the older boy’s thighs. Karl followed suit and watched as Sapnap easily scooped up George’s left wrist in his hand, capturing the right wrist in his own grip seconds later. Now, George had no choice but to lay there and take whatever the two younger boys were planning on giving him.

“Yeah. Believe it or not, this is actually nothing.” Sapnap explained over the frantic giggles that were threatening to grow in volume with every second that passed. The smaller boy had an easier time trapping the flying limbs, knowing exactly what moves George would make to escape before he even made them himself.

“Come on, Georgie, it’s just a little tickling! Let me finish exploring!” Karl couldn’t help but chuckle when the brunette immediately whined at the nickname, drawing it out further once he heard the younger boy’s proposal.

“Noho! Y-You did enough!” George shuddered at the memory of ten boney fingers prodding into the bottom rib on either side of him just moments before, breaking into higher pitched giggles when his arms attempted to pull back towards his body on instinct with no success.

“Now, where were we…” Karl spoke as if George wasn’t there, paying no mind to his fake protests and pleas as he placed his hand over the second rib from the bottom. He let his finger press in slightly, letting out a giggle in delight when George squeaked and jerked away from his touch. Karl’s hand followed, pinching and prodding into the sensitive little rib as George began to giggle once again.

“Nohoho fair! D-Dohohon’t, Karl! Plehease just- noHOHO! Sahahapnap!” George continued to lean towards the left, only changing direction when Sapnap’s waiting hand finally met his previously unbothered rib on the other side of him and began squeezing like his life depended on it. George let out a cackle at that, immediately turning his head and hiding it in his shoulder out of embarrassment at his own reaction.

“Come on, baby boy, don’t hide from us!” Sapnap pressed his pointer finger and thumb into the specific rib on his left side, rubbing back and forth and giggling himself when it pulled a shriek out of the squirming boy beneath him.

“Yeah, we wanna see your pretty face!” Karl added, kneading his pointer finger knuckle against the rib on George’s right side as he complimented him. He watched as the blush from George’s cheeks began to spread to the tips of his ears, clearly not knowing how to handle the attention he was receiving from both boys.

“Nahahaha please! Plehease, I- I cahahan’t breathe! Ow, it huhuhurts!”

“Don’t fall for his bullshit, Karl,” Sapnap spoke up quickly, noticing the newly formed hesitancy in Karl’s movements at the threat of actually hurting George. “He does it with Dream all the time. You’re not hurting him, it means whatever you’re doing is working. You’re tickling him, and you’re tickling him well.”

“Is this true? Are you lying to me, George?” A long whine between his giggles was enough to convince Karl that George was definitely faking, only fueling him to dig into George’s rib harder to hear him cackle again. Sapnap and Karl exchanged a glance as they continued up the boy’s rib cage, now gently pressing in and rubbing over the third rib from the bottom.

“No! No no nohohoho! I’m- nohoho!”

The two younger boy’s laughed at the response, both beginning to focus on the rib on their respective sides with precision. Sapnap was still rubbing with his pointer finger, using just enough pressure and speed to get George howling while Karl poked rapidly at the other rib, making him writhe and beg.

“I don’t think this hurts you, George,” Karl began, watching how much Sapnap’s movements got to the squirmy boy and switching his own actions to match the youngests. “I think this tickles. I think this tickles a lot.”

“Fuhuhuck off!”

“Oh?”

“Wahait, wait don’t- nahAHAHA!”

Karl’s gaze was still glued to Sapnap’s hand as the younger boy switched from rubbing into the third rib to squeezing at the dip of George’s waist, just below the bottom ribs. George was full on squealing, and Karl watched in amusement as he tried his best to buck his hips into the air to dislodge the tickly attack on his sides, giggling when the elder let out a groan after failing to do so.

“Don’t you EVER talk to Karl like that,” Sapnap stated harshly, smiling up at Karl when he heard the boy chuckle at the ridiculous comment. “Apologize!”

“Okahahahay! Okahay OKAY! I’m sohohorry!”

“That’s more like it.” Karl flashed a smile down at George, fully aware the brunette had his eyes squeezed shut from the force of his laughter and couldn’t see him anyway.

“Uh oh, George, look how close we are…” Sapnap mumbled, readjusting his grip to pinch over the fourth rib from the bottom, softly giggling when George’s laughter doubled in volume.

“Close?” Karl asked, not entirely understanding but following the younger boy’s lead anyway and squeezing lightly at the opposite rib on the right.

“That’s right, close,” The youngest of the three confirmed, picking up the speed of his pinches and watching as George threw his head back and forth against the bed through his wailing. “The next rib up is his favorite! Isn’t it, Georgie?”

“NOHOHO!”

George was pushing and pulling his arms as much as he could, trying everything and anything to break free from the hands holding down his wrists, but it was no use. Karl and Sapnap had a tight grip on him, especially considering that his laughter was slowly zapping away any strength he’d previously had when he’d first been wrestled down into the blankets.

“Yes, George! Absolutely yes! Teach me the best way to wreck this little cutie, Sap!”

Before George had a chance to speak, a squeal tore from his throat as he felt a light pressure against his most sensitive rib. Sapnap had moved his hand to George’s fifth rib from the bottom, towards the center of his rib cage, and began rubbing his pointer finger over the bone at an agonizingly slow pace. George let out a shriek when Sapnap pressed down with a little more pressure, throwing his head back and kicking his legs as much as he could in the position the two were holding him in.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD!”

“Geez, you weren’t kidding!” Karl let out a high pitched giggle as George let out another squeal, noticing the slight wetness at the corners of the elders eyes and reaching forward to wipe it away with the sleeve of his shirt with his free hand. “This must be torture for you, huh, sweetheart?”

“Oh I’m sure it is,” Sapnap spoke up for him, knowing George’s ability to speak in sentences had vanished the second his worst rib was targeted. “But, you said you wanna see what gets him the most here?”

“Of course I do!” Karl was poking at the rib on his respective side now, smirking as he lazily followed George’s body whenever it jerked away towards Sapnap’s direction.

“Okay, so tickle him like this and he’s a goner.”

Karl watched as Sapnap used his pointer finger to press against the bone before drawing the tiniest, slowest circles he’d ever seen. George just about convulsed, looking like he’d just been shocked with electricity before falling back against the bed with the loudest cackles Karl had ever heard.

“Oh my God? Sapnap we’re gonna kill him!” Karl tested the trick for himself and was met with immediate wails from the elder, stopping almost as quickly as he started as he watched George’s face turn bright red.

“Nah, he’s alright. He’s used to it with Dream around.” A disapproving grunt came from George through his high pitched howling, clenching and unclenching his fists as he endured the ticklish circles on his most sensitive spot.

“NAHAHAHA P-PLEHEHE- SAHAHA- NOHOHO!”

Sapnap could hear the strain in the brunette’s voice and knew he was reaching his threshold. He slowly stopped the circles, gradually going back to softly rubbing his finger against the bone to hear George giggle a little more before stopping completely. The two immediately let go of George’s wrists as Sapnap removed his leg that was draped over George’s thighs to allow him to curl in on himself, both cooing at how adorable he was and showering him in affection.

“You did so good, George,” Sapnap rubbed softly at the wrist he was previously holding before gently placing it against the blankets below them, moving to rub over the elders shoulder instead. “You’re so blushy.”

“Sh-Shuhuhut up!”

Sapnap ran a hand through the older boy's hair, unable to stop his smile from widening when despite the harsh command, George leaned into the comforting touch anyway. He watched as Karl used both hands to rub up and down the giggly boy’s ribs, hoping to soothe the buzzing beneath his skin and calm his laughter.

They stayed in the comfortable silence for a few minutes, Karl and Sapnap taking care of George as much as they could to help him come down from the tickly high he was floating in. After another minute passed and George seemed to regulate his breathing, Karl spoke up, sitting back onto his shins as he did.

“Well that was an experience, huh?” Karl laughed, his giggles mixed with his question as he continued to rub lightly at the pink skin that was visible from how much his shirt had ridden up while squirming.

“Honestly, that was nothing. You should see what happens when you get the backs of his ribs. Now that’s an experience.”

The statement hung heavy in the air surrounding them while Karl registered the weight of Sapnap’s words, letting out a small gasp of excitement when it finally clicked. George’s eyes widened as a mischievous smile began to spread over the boy's face, watching as it formed into a smirk when Karl’s gaze met Sapnap’s with the same energy.

“The backs?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“...I think it’s worth it.”

“What?! Karl, n-noHOHOHO!”

George was quickly maneuvered from melting into the blankets on his back, the two suddenly flipping him onto his tummy and immediately taking hold of his wrists once more. Karl was quick to straddle the backs of George’s thighs, making sure to limit any mobility the elder may gain from trying to escape. George felt a light pressure against his back as Karl leaned forward, lips grazing the brunette’s ear and making him scrunch his shoulder up to protect it.

“Relax, okay? You’re fine,” George squealed as he felt a squeeze on his upper ribs, laughter continuing to flow as Karl’s thumbs made tiny circles into the bones they could reach from his position. “Be a good kitten and let us keep exploring! Let us tickle you to tears, okay?”

George wanted to protest the demand, but as soon as the hands touched down onto his hypersensitive ribs in the middle of his back, it was game over. Sapnap showed Karl everything he needed to know on how to destroy George with just a few touches, while George was unable to do anything but laugh and take the tickling as he was tortured out of his mind.

[myarcadiandream]

Who would you call daddy and babygirl at the same time?

[isfjmel-phleg]

📝

[evergreen-femme]

control is for the bedroom. if you try and pull that shit on me in mtg i will eviscerate you

[aropride]

i really dont understand studying at all like genuinely i don't know what it is . i know about "taking notes" and "reading the textbook" and that's it . quizlet doesn't do shit for me because i don't know what to. do. with the cards. look at them ? am i supposed to just look at them . No one bothered teaching me actual skills bc i got good grades when i was 8 and now i am so hopelessly lost . why did no one think to teach me this for when stuff got harder than four plus three

[ranticore]

Would you ever think of doing something deconstructing harpy anatomy (the big boy harpies)? I'm one of those guys who looooves seeing the skeleton and organs and stuff of theoretical species, and you did something touching on that in your paid pdf (Which I adore the sketches in and would buy the shit out if you had more.)

But also I know that kind of detail is not every artists joy to draw haha, so I'm just throwing it out there.

Ahh i was about to post the diagrams from the pdf (LINE from my shop btw) but then kept reading the ask and saw you mentioned them already

Yeah it's 100% something I wanna do, only yesterday I was thinking I needed to redraw the diagram with my better understanding of birdy anatomy and also the different facial features my harpies have now. Ultimately they're just birds with odd faces, they don't have hands (I struggled with the hand question. So much. But settling on the backstory and world history pushed me into the no hands camp, that seems like a definite punishment for people accustomed to opposable thumbs). The skull would be really interesting to draw I feel, especially some transitional stages between regular harpy and king harpy 👀

Bearing in mind that I've been historically terrible at following through on promises I can't guarantee I'll get this done but it is something I want to do and honestly yeah, it would be a joy to draw

[generalized-incompetence]

Interesting that Todd's journey is about working on himself, and Farah's is about accepting who she's always been. It's the take control of your life / you can't fix everything dichotomy.

[starryluminary]

Impulsively compared Sierra and Daves characters in relation to their romantic interests!!!!!!!! I tried to be as objective as possible but if my bias blinded me somehow feel free to correct me

[vermillioncrown]

how do you think flying on a sword compairs to skateboarding/snowboarding? if an expert snowboarder ended up reincarnated do you think they could be a flying prodigy?

oh my god this ask has me doing the equivalent of that stick figure biting into a thing and tearing it apart (in a good way)

yes and no. i think they'd have a leg up and have a higher chance at being a flying prodigy if and only if qi powered flight has aerodynamics involved, and isn't just the equivalent of using your mind to hover through the air.

think of a paper airplane. you can 1) throw the plane and have it glide, or 2) personally hold the plane and move it through the air. both have the paper plane 'moved' but the forces and energy involved are very different.

(1 is more energy-efficient btw, and energy in the physics sense of work)

so let's say 1) is how sword flight works. okay, let's compare it to riding a skateboard or snowboard.

the key difference is that you don't have the ground. that sounds stupid but it matters.

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before sword flight, let's think of an aircraft. and before motion, let's think of being still.

without doing work, you can stay in place with a skateboard. why? because you have the ground. the balance of forces is stable without motion. you weight a certain amount and press on the ground, and the ground can push back through the wheels. it's called normal force and we don't have time to go through intro to hs physics. it's why you don't fall through the ground.

snow is a bit different but it still works out. ground is dense enough that you don't compress it like snow, it's solid. snow isn't... purely solid--the individual snow flakes are solid crystalline structures, but it's a collection of these tiny little solids that can move if you press them together. we can call the collection of snow, not an individual snow unit, a fluid rather than a solid. fluids do not hold their shape if you use an outside force on them. from basic chem, we have gas, liquid, solid states, so fluids encompass gas and liquids (with so many caveats but again y'all aren't signing up for intro to viscous fluids)

but let's treat snow like a very dense fluid. the entire snowboard is distributed over the snow rather than the tiny wheels of a skateboard. you can already intuitively imagine that if you put a skateboard on snow, it'd sink until the flat part. the density of matter is what affects how it can 'push back' at things. ground is super dense compared to snow, so little wheels can stand on it vs snow needing a huge distribution to push back the same weight (snow shoes).

air is much less dense than snow. with a density of 1.225 kg/m^3, let's say you weigh 50 kg (~110 freedom units). using basic ass Pressure_liquid=density*acceleration_gravity*height and Pressure_you=mass*acceleration_gravity/Area -> we want P_liquid = P_you -> solve for Area... to stay still at a height of 10 meters, you'd need a 'board' of 4.082 m^2. or about 44 sq ft. but! that board will also have a weight, so you need something bigger, and bigger,

there's nothing out there that can support you, and be lightweight enough to not outpace the pressure that air can exert back to keep you in place. so how do you stay in the air?

two ways. either hover like a helicopter, continuously moving upwards to counteract gravity... or you continuously move forward like an airplane.

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motion time! probably heard of lift force? what you're doing is, as you move through the air, you're displacing the air molecules. think of how it feels to wade through water. the faster you go, the more water pushes back.

now up the magnitude for air since it's less dense. you need to move very fast to displace enough air such that the amount of air pushing back can actually keep you up. but! you also need to deal with that resistance against your motion, too, aka drag.

but in this case, to even keep in constant motion or zero motion, work must be expended to push you up or keep you moving forward, or you eventually slow down and fall like a paper plane

skateboard relies on normal force and friction for its movement. i count staying still as movement, too; it's just movement = 0. you push on the ground with your feet, the ground resists your sideways push, and the wheels can turn, so you move forward.

snowboard relies on something like buoyancy and gravity for its movement. the pressure of the snowboard on an area of snow keeps you up, and you slide downwards because gravity pulls you. friction is still at play but not like skateboarding; the snow is 'slippery' compared to the ground, so you can glide forward

aircraft rely on external forces for any constant motion, even motion = 0. air isn't dense enough to support things in the same way as the ground or snow.

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let's get to why it matters for sword flight.

for changing directions horizontally, all three would be similar. you lean (banking) towards the direction you want to turn, relying on the force keeping you level to push you towards the turn.

for climbing or rolling up, similar--you need to push the ground, expend effort to go up a hill on snow, or provide more thrust to exceed gravity's pull to climb in altitude.

diving, rolling downhill are similar. gravity does the work.

the mechanism for slowing down or staying still, however, very different. for sword flight, it's not that you can't; it's that you cannot rely on the same intuition as for terrestrial boarding. you probably need to consciously trade between the qi-pushing you forward to needing to push you upwards, and it's always a balance. you basically need to treat your qi like a reaction control system for spacecraft, which gets into optimal control theory and of course it's not that the human can't intuitively do it. but it is DIFFERENT than skateboarding or snowboarding. you're not moving your weight around to change motion; there's this nebulous qi thing that needs to be controlled alongside the positioning of your weight to do what you want it to do.

so i think the pro-skater (pro-boarder) will have an advantage, but it's not directly equivalent.

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now, if qi-powered flight was the equivalent of holding a toy plane making airplane noises to move the thing through the air, moot point. entirely not the same thing at all, they don't have an advantage in qi control. but they do have the advantage of balancing on a thing in motion.

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happy winter holidays, sorry not sorry to ambush y'all with physics

[neverendingford]

Therapists have two genders:

Professional Asshole and

Well-meaning Incompetent

[sillyfairygarden]

but oh, the bloom

chapter 2: strange birds

with even more pearlescentmoon than before because i love love love her

[communistkenobi]

what have doctors ever done for this stupid gay earth anyway

[sumbreon]

something about bitchy men who want murder you really speaks to me

[jalopeura]

so far my favourite strat in the game has been half-overlapping hunger of hadar + insect plague + a glyph of warding or two then fireball sunbeam shatter repelling blast repelling blast repelling bl

[phenomenologyofperception]