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[thebest-medicine]

korra and asami with the prompt 76 “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this all this time?!” please?

Prompt 76 - “Don't tell my you've been hiding this all this time?!"

A/N: THE girls of all time. YES.

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“Hold on… wait, seriously?!” Asami said, astonished. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this all this time?” She squeezed at Korra’s knee again with a smile.

Korra fought against the urge to jerk her knee up at the touch, but she couldn’t keep in the little squeak of laughter the sensation caused. “Heh- Asami.. Wait a second..”

“You’re ticklish?!” Asami looked at her with glee, reaching over to squeeze her girlfriend’s sides.

“Yehehehes! Apparently!” Korra laughed, leaning back as she held her hands up uselessly against the ticklish assault. Asami scooted closer, poking at her stomach and ribs and making Korra giggle. “I-hehehe wasn’t hiding it! Ahaha- it jhuhust never came up!”

“This is the greatest discovery…” Asami noted happily as she continued to tickle at various spots. Korra’s hands eventually found themselves looped around Asami’s wrists, holding them effortlessly as she struggled and laughed.

“Okahahahahay okahahay! Gihihimme a break! Hehee!” Korra squawked as Asami wiggled one hand under her arm.

“Seriously.. Could you get any cuter?” Asami smiled softly, stopping the tickling and brushing Korra’s hair out of her face.

Korra blushed, giggling and closing her eyes in the face of such happy affection.

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[trrickytickle]

Korra tickle headcanons- general

okay since you begged me so kindly, here!!   General:  ALWAYS tries to get out/give herself more leverage in a tickly situation by playing the Avatar card. “I’m the Avatar!” Shut it Korra, we know you’re also ticklish.  Lee: Adorablly stubborn lee, tries to pull the Avatar card. Mako, Bolin and Asami all like to take her down a peg and know her weak-spots. When they were dating, Mako and Korra used to have wrestly tickle fights. If one of them was feeling kind of soft that day, they’d let the other win. However on the Korrasami side of the situation (though i REALLY hope they could handle the ship better because it was just given so little time), they are both equal switches and they will always take turns as the lee and the ler. Likes to kick, push and wrestle and is also frequently tickled by Naga with her fur, nose and tounge. Her laughter is loud and hard not to hear, yet also contagious.   Ler:  Such a teasy ler, loves to drive her lee crazy with baby-talk, teasing and even bending- creating water-tendrils with the Octopus technique, burying them in sand with earthbending, et cetera. Her favorite lees are Mako, Bolin and Asami, who all fear her wrath. Likes to ask if the lee is ticklish while tickling them and rubs in her status as the Avatar- she gloats, gloats and gloats. When she tickles Mako, she likes to  give him gentle side and stomach tickles and trace along his abs at first then go all-in with raspberries, digging and poking into his ribcage and tasering his sides, also likes to be on top of her lee or put up a good wrestle. Puts the fight in tickle-fight as well. She tickles Asami in a sort of less frenzied and sadistic manner, only because she’s more sensitive to light tickles and even feathers- air-bending counts too. Bolin and her switch more often than a complete ler thing- they’re just silly friends together!! Also, she likes to play with the airbender kids by tickling them, and they know Korra for her tickling >u> bc she’s just so evil with tickles!! Her long hair (ponytail- tendril things) was a great tool to tickle with and she used that like, a lot. 

[strawberrystepmom]

sanemi x f!reader. isekai au. lots of pining, emotional exploration, struggles of being isekai'ed. | divider thanks to @cafekitsune, wc 2.2k

Stranger in a strange land adopts a new meaning when you’re quite literally dropped into a world beyond your comprehension. Tonight, though, you are grateful for the infinite blanket of stars above your head. No light pollution, no city noise to interrupt the serenity of a moonlit night.

A breeze tickles your nose and you scrunch it in response, reminded of the reason you stepped outside in the first place. 

A futile attempt to outrun your thoughts of Sanemi. 

The wind always makes you think of him, something that would surprise no one if you were to be sincere with them about it. You sigh, kicking your legs out in front of you while they dangle off of the edge of your porch. You’re currently sharing a living space with the other single women who tend to the Ubuyashiki household, mostly maids who have taught you the best ways to stay cool in the oppressive summer heat and how to dab blood stains from the sleeves of your robes. Thankfully, they’re all tucked in their beds. There will be no witnesses to your self inflicted angst tonight.

Your friends have all moved along with their lives since being transported to this era, finding happiness and futures. More often than not, you feel like the odd man out, the only one still remaining poorly adjusted to a world that has welcomed you with open arms. The Hashira and Ubuyashiki family have been wonderful and gracious hosts. You’d even dare say that you’ve become friends with most of the people you have met since arriving no matter the cultural and linguistic differences of being a modern woman transported unexpectedly to 19th century Japan.

The outlier for you is a man. No matter where you are in history, what rabbit hole you’ve stumbled down, this will always be your issue. Your emotions feel heavier when you’re forced to lay down with them in the quiet dark of your room so you’ve decided to work them out within yourself outside and blissfully alone.

You wonder what he’s doing tonight, silently judging yourself for not sticking to your own commitment to being alone in body and mind.

One of the maids, Ritsu, teased you about him being off on a mission while you shot her a lok out of the corner of your eye before heading off to bed earlier. It’s unlikely that he will return here even if the mission has already been completed. It’s miles away from his estate, out of the way and impractical. 

It would probably be a stretch to call any Shinazugawa particularly practical. You know his brother very well, his relationship with one of your friends has been something you’ve taken great pride in being able to watch and support. They adore one another. They’re safe and peaceful and happy and Genya smiles so often you wonder if his cheeks ever ache.

His brother on the other hand. Harder to read. Even harder to shake. He doesn’t glower in your direction anymore, not now. Unfortunately this means you are now always searching for deeper meaning in every glance he tosses your way. Was that a glimmer of something softer? One of those God forsaken rabbit holes you’d like to travel down to meet him beneath the surface and understand him better?

It’s hard to imagine a world where you’ll ever know. You gently push the heels of your palms against your eyes, exhaling loudly through your mouth. If this were your time you’d simply go out. Shake your ass. Scroll your phone. Do anything to distract you from the fear of falling in love with someone you doubt can ever possibly care as much about you in return.

“What are you doing out here?”

Assuming you’ve imagined his voice in your misguided lovesickness, you keep your hands pressed to your eyes and giggle, giving yourself a piteous little head shake. So delusional. You don’t hear footsteps or movement at all, just the same little breeze that tinkles the ornate wind chime above your head. 

“Well?”

The wooden slats of the porch creak and whine slightly, finally encouraging you to drop your hands and look around you, only to be met with Sanemi sinking down to sit beside you, legs dangling in the same way yours are. A surprised smile crosses your face. He fights a twitch of his own lips, resting his elbows on his thighs and leaning forward to create an illusion of some kind of distance between the two of you. 

“The better question is what are you doing here? Weren’t you off on a mission?”

He chuckles. It fills you with warmth even though you wrap your arms around yourself, gently rubbing your hands along your forearms. 

“Keepin’ track of me?” 

You scoff playfully, looking toward your lap to hide a smile but deciding last minute to just let him see it. To show him how happy he makes you by just being himself. Crass and rough and, in his own words, hard. You like him just the way he is, especially when the wind ruffles his messy hair and the moonlight illuminates his silhouette.

“Me?” You raise your eyebrows and point to yourself, still smiling at him, cheeks warm. “You wish. Word just travels fast when you hang out with the local gossips.”

You tilt your head backward, nodding toward the home you share with a dozen other women. They are not merely information peddlers although, admittedly, the thirteen of you have had more than one session of giggling and tittering over the happenings in the Hashira and Demon Slayer Corps as a whole. Dreamily wishing to find someone who loves each of you as much as Tanjiro loves the partner he has found in the second of your friends who was transported here alongside you. Theorizing about weddings and babies and spring breezes and the winter snows yet to come. 

There is some gentle ribbing about the shine you’ve taken to the Wind Hashira and the way you literally light up when he approaches you but you are good at playing it off as nothing, tossing away the talk with an easy smile while insisting that this is just how you are. The teasing happens often enough that you wonder if they know about his late night visits; if they’ve overheard despite the pains you’ve taken to keep your enjoyment of his company quiet and your encouragement of him to do the same. 

Did Ritsu mention him tonight knowing he’d eventually show up, leaving in a flash before you can even come down from the high of experiencing the things his body does for you?

“I wrapped things up early and figured I’d stop by before heading home.” Sanemi’s posture straightens out when he sits up to look at you fully, face turned. Wisteria colored eyes pour over your face, the fullness of your lips and your undone hair. “Wanted to see ya.” You wear a yukata that you purchased during a trip into the city with him a few months ago, loosely tied with one shoulder hanging lower than the other. His eyes land on your exposed collarbone and travel up the side of your neck, lingering on your lips while he scoots an inch closer.

“I might have missed you.” He mutters so quietly you know that it’s meant just for you and the heat in your cheeks makes its way down your neck, your chest and throat warming in response to the innuendo and weight of his gaze. 

Scrunching your nose again, you look away from him and shift where you sit, the sleeve of your yukata working further down your upper arm while keeping you barely covered. “You shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them considering how often you complain about others doing it.” 

It’s easier for you to pretend he’s playing a game then it is to indulge that there may be truth to his words. He chuckles again from beside you, the tone as warm as the first time this evening despite your slippery attempts to pare down his words into tricky half lies.

“What makes you think I’m just saying it? When have I ever said shit to you senselessly?”

Answering a question with another question. The two of you probably know each other too well by this point if this keeps happening. You don’t have to answer one if you create another. Then another. You don’t ever have to take off the mask, another one perpetually beneath it even when your brows are knit together in pleasure and you softly mumble his name against his neck while he’s inside of you.

You have a feeling it’s sort of the same way for him even if he insists he hates pretense. For a quiet moment, you ponder exactly how to respond to him. You can’t outright say he isn’t being honest with no proof but you can play it off.

“You’ve said a lot of shit to me, Sanemi.” you joke. He tosses you a glance from the corner of his eye, not quite annoyed but enough that you understand that the poking isn’t going to work tonight. 

He slides his hand across the porch to gently grab yours, scarred thumb running along the length of each of your fingers as though he’s counting them, ensuring they’re still in place and precious. There’s no doubt he’s rough around the edges, amongst other things, but he values you enough to stop by after a mission to check on you. To talk to you. To not just fall into your bed like he did the first time, adrenaline pumping and still smeared with streaks of blood across his forearms and neck.

You received a few glances for the state of your futon after that one yet you managed to explain it away like you do everything else. It was an accident! You cut yourself while sharpening the small dagger you keep in your room! You started your period! Always explaining away instead of embracing conveniently placed truths in your lap. Sanemi Shinazugawa’s home with you isn’t solely made in your bed. It’s why the fear he will never feel the same terrifies you enough it keeps you up at night counting stars like petals on daisies and asking them if he loves you or loves you not.

“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I like being around you?”

An honest question draws you out of your own mind. You feel one of your masks drop and don’t rush to replace it with another, simply shrugging. His hand slides up your arm to adjust your robe enough to keep you decent, a crooked finger pulling airy cotton over your upper arm and upper breast. Sanemi’s eyes remain locked on your face, his hands familiar enough with your body that he can adjust you without looking.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m afraid that if I let you stay you may not like what you find and will eventually leave.” He raises his brows, fighting off a smile. Perhaps you aren’t the only one letting a mask or two fall tonight. “I’ve been in you and sure fucking liked it,” he jokes and you giggle, gently patting the outside of his thigh. 

Things could be like this always, you consider. The two of you joking beneath the moon who laughs along with you, his hands on your body. Waking up next to him instead of ushering him out of the door as soon as your legs stop shaking for fear of being tied to him in people’s minds.

What if you just let it happen naturally instead of standing in your own way? 

Without taking the time to consider your movement, you lean toward him and gently kiss the exposed skin of his chest, above the scars that crisscross his torso. He wraps one arm around your hips and pulls you closer to him, bodies touching as close as they can without it being obscene.

“Do you wanna come in?” You ask him, lips halfway pressed against his chest.  He glances down at you and nods once, that same glimmer of fondness you have previously thought you imagined reflecting back at you when you meet his eyes. 

“Will you stay tonight?”

Sanemi’s face further softens and he nods again, not bothering to hide his smile this time. 

He lifts the sleeve of your robe over your shoulder, covering you entirely, and holds your hand as you stand up. Rising above him and planting your feet to help him up, the pair of you walk quietly into your adjoining room, careful not to alert anyone who may be looking on. You slide the door shut behind you, the wood gently snapping against the frame that cradles it, and pretend you don’t hear a giggle from the other side of the wall that indicates to you that one of your friends in the house knows what’s going on in your room.

But you’ll worry about that tomorrow. You reach to untie the knot at the waist of your robe while Sanemi closes in on you, cupping your chin and neck between scarred palms and kissing you with enough force you’re helpless to do a thing but kiss back.

Not that you’d want to do anything else.

[otomiyaa]

Loki x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by >:3 anon for my 1K Followers Event🌻

This little drabble turned into a 1.3K words fic, oops I got carried away. Hope you like it anon!

It was the basic rule and you knew that. You lost the game. Loser gets to do whatever the other asks for the rest of the day. Of course you had only agreed to the condition in order to gain power over your usually evil and sassy lover Loki, God of Misschief, but unfortunately found yourself in the opposite camp. Losers camp.

"Don't worry love. You don't think I would actually ask you things to humiliate you? Just some innocent simple things to tease my sweetheart, that's all. You know what? In order to make it easier to follow my commands, I'll offer you two choices everytime. Do you agree?" Loki reasoned with a smug smile on his face.

You rolled your eyes fondly and fiddled with your playing cards, the ones that had guided you into this losing game. You nodded.

"Alright, sounds fair to me," you answered. You knew Loki wouldn't be too bad to you, considering he was your lover after all. However you liked the idea of having at least some freedom to choose. Loki nodded.

"Good. Then starting with the first set of choices. Either you give me a kiss," he tapped his own lips.

"Or... I tickle you."

Your eyes widened at the mention of the second option, and you coughed in surprise. Tickle?! What... You shook your head and quickly leaned in to kiss his lips.

"E-easy choice," you mumbled with a blush. Loki smirked at you.

"Right?" He pulled you back and kissed you more.

The next few hours, Loki would offer you more choices, but at random. However being the evil God of Misschief, he stuck to an obvious pattern. So very evil.

Bark like a dog, or I tickle you.

Give me a massage, or I tickle you.

Braid my hair, or I tickle you.

They were innocent requests at first, but turned weirder and harder.

Feed me a donut, with your mouth, or I tickle you.

Do a handstand while singing a serenade to me, or I tickle you.

"You know I wouldn't choose the second option by now! Try something else!" you said with a red face, which was about to become even redder now that you started the crazy handstand-serenade thing. And it got even crazier, that little...!

Run into that store and yell "The Hulk is my man!", then buy cookies and leave. Or… I tickle you.

"You really are enjoying yourself aren't you!" you yelled after living through that most humiliating experience ever, and you threw the pack with cookies you bought at his face. His laughter was both maniacal and sweet.

Put these on, or I tickle you.

When Loki offered a pair of handcuffs, you should've known it was a trap. Still, you were very quick to put your hands forward, blushing at the thought of him tickling you, like you did everytime he mentioned the damn word! But the moment the cold metal clicked around your wrists and Loki waved the key between his fingers before putting it into his pocket, you knew you were done for.

"Now, spread your arms and tell me you love me... or, I tickle you," he said, slowly and teasingly, his eyes locking with yours. You swallowed and moved your hands a little, only to confirm these were real handcuffs.

"I c-can't," you said. "I can't spread my arms like this... You have to take these off first."

Loki cocked his head. "That's too bad now. I'm afraid I lost the key, and I really need this confession from you. Spreading your arms is part of the deal. Hm... I guess that leaves only one other option," he said, but you jumped back and shook your head, already giggling in anticipation.

"No no no, hehehe you trickster! That's cheating, it isn't fair!"

"I did not cheat, it is fair, I still gave you two choices," Loki explained calmly, approaching you with slow steps and a sadistic and triumphant look on his face.

"Y-you're being totally unfair, cheater! I'll get you back for this!" Your back touched the wall and you gulped.

Loki only needed a few more steps to completely cage you in. “Really? You'll get me back? That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.”

You let out a squeak as soon as he grabbed you, and you started laughing even before you felt the long-awaited and anticipated tickles invading your body.

"Nohoho you're so mehehean!" you laughed when he tickled you with firm and steady touches, his fingers digging into your soft torso and rubbing circles almost as if he was massaging you. But damn it tickled like hell!

"I am the God of Misschief after all~" Loki said proudly, taking your cuffed hands and pushing them up over your head to pin them there, with magic. Your eyes widened when he waved both hands at you, showing you that he didn't need them to keep your arms pinned helplessly.

"You cheheheater wahahah!" you howled again when he tickled both your armpits, ribs and sides without mercy. You danced and bucked against the wall in the most uncharming manner, causing you to blush even more.

"Finally I can tickle you. I wanted to let you know that one way or another, I get what I want," Loki sang proudly. It was funny that he needed to make such a show out of it while he could've tickled you straight away from the get-go, right after winning the card game.

But no, he needed to come up with the 2 choices rule. He needed to make it into this silly game and let you do crazy things like the handstand-serenade and feeding him with your mouth, and the damn Hulk shoutout at the store, oh that was awful!

"You ahahare the wohohorst!" you shrieked, kicking your legs while the magic held your bound arms in place. Loki simply caught your leg and tickled your thigh.

"I am the worst, but you do love me," Loki said teasingly, smiling when your laughter went even pitchier the moment he tickled your thigh.

"Right?" he asked, but you were going insane with hysterical laughter.

"Nohoho! I hahahate you hehehe!" you laughed defiantly.

"Oh we both know that is a lie," he said, and yes it was kind of embarrassing that even in this helpless position, you felt like you needed to show your evil boyfriend some more attitude. But it happened. You were rude, and you paid the price. Loki lifted both your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and he tickled your inner thighs until you were almost screaming into his face.

This was not only getting way too ticklish and tiring, but also way too embarrassing. You did love Loki after all, and looking the way you did in front of the one you loved, really was too embarrassing.

"AHAHA alrihihight I lohohove you! Hahahaha! Plehehease! Mehehercy!"

"Loki, God of Mercy, at your service," Loki teased like the brat he was. A single snap of his fingers didn't only release your hands from their magical cage, but also released your hands from the cuffs. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck for balance.

With your legs still around his waist, you were pressed between him and the wall, and you'd wipe the smug expression off his face if it weren't for this urgent desire to kiss him.

"I promise you, I will get you back for that evil prank," you said breathlessly. Loki shrugged and smiled.

"Can't wait, darling~" he answered, and finally the two of you kissed. Your own loud and hysterical laughter was still ringing in your ears, but Loki's lips against yours also set off some imaginary fireworks inside your head, which really made up for a lot of things.

But... That didn't mean you would give up any shot at revenge. Which, in the case of plotting against your powerful lover, meant that you simply had to get better at card games, beat his ass next time and claim. your. prize!

[jiubilant]

AND. if I may be so bold. 46 for Ayo <3

46. shimmer

"You are an exception to our order's every stricture, Dragonborn," says Arngeir in farewell, handing her his own stout walking-stick. "Your power, your Voice, is a gift from the gods. So long as you use it in service to their purposes, you cannot stray from the Way."

His pupil of two months shoulders her traveling-pack. She's young, Arngeir thinks, watching her straighten beneath its weight: not so young as his last student, who had come to him in childhood with three wolfskins on his back, but new. Untried. She looks at him with a strange, belligerent eagerness, her face a sun half-eclipsed.

"How should I know," she says, her smile like the shimmer on the snow, "how the gods wish me to use my Voice?"

"For tutelage in the Way, you climbed this mountain." Arngeir does not smile back. "For the answer to that question, you must climb down again."

The Dragonborn, accustomed to such answers, makes a rueful face. She kneels to him in the way of her far folk, her knees crunching in the snow—then springs up to kiss his cheek, heedless of her burdens, in a way that is only her own.

"I'll return with Jurgen's horn," she promises, then grins. "And more parsnips for Borri's stew."

Breath and focus, Arngeir reminds himself, and does not grimace. "No more parsnips."

"Ripe cloudberries!"

"They'll be more than ripe," says Arngeir, "by the time you bring them back—"

"Honey, sadonvum," says the Dragonborn, walking backwards, "for your tea!"

Her housecarl, dressed for travel and waiting with dogged patience at path's edge, catches her before she can fall down the Seven Thousand Steps. At the sound of the Dragonborn's laugh, the wind that knifes through High Hrothgar stills, then swirls up the snow of the forecourt in a delighted dance.

Not even then does Arngeir smile. He watches his pupil of two months, not long enough to learn a single tenet of the Way, start down the mountain—a tempest of his tutelage, like the one who had shattered Markarth with his thu'um.

Behind him, the door of his monastery scrapes. Someone tugs his sleeve: Borri, who has always, since they were boys, walked through snow with a hart's silent tread.

I do not think that one, he signs with ancient hands, will Shout High Kings apart.

"No," Arngeir agrees, his troubled eyes lingering on the Steps. "No. But what will she do?"

* * *

The Dragonborn does a cartwheel in the first open field she meets, or tries to; her pack overbalances her, and she flops into the heather with a whoop.

"The sun!" she says in greeting, and basks in the warm grass. A vole dashes across her hand. She beams at it, half-drunk on freedom and the sweet lowland air, and hails it in the tongue of voles and dragons: "Lok vah, malfahdon!"

Lydia prods her with a foot. "My Thane, we have leagues to travel today—"

The Dragonborn grins and yanks her legs out from under her. The wrestling-match that ensues is brief and unheroic: they crash through the heather, startling a family of grouse, and then Lydia is sitting on the Dragonborn's chest.

"Don't be cross," she laughs, seeing the look on her housecarl's face. "Aren't you glad to be gone from that mountain?"

"Yes, my Thane," says Lydia with utmost patience, breathing hard, "but—"

"No more parsnips!"

Lydia's stubborn scowl wobbles.

"No more parsnips," she concedes, and ducks her head to hide a smile.

Her hair tickles the Dragonborn's nose. Something tugs in her chest, as though a lock of it has snarled around her heart.

"Look," she says, smiling. "Everything listens, down here. Not like those lazy mountain stones." She stretches her arm across the sunlit grass, cupping her hand in invitation. "Malfahdon!"

The heather rustles. The grass parts. The vole, quivering with terror or joy, crawls obligingly into her palm.

[send me a number, and i'll write a microfic using the word or phrase!]

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Lakeshore

ao3

Author's Note: 41% of voters wanted the Dragonborn and Odahviing to get physical.

Congratulations. This one shot is all about that.

Content Warnings: Interspecies make out session; partial nudity

Summary: Odahviing finds the Dragonborn relaxing by a lake. Things progress from there.

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She was asleep when he found her.

         The world was still around her, the warm rays of Magnus’ light dancing through the trees and on the water. The lakeshore was peaceful, tranquil, and Leara found herself pleasantly tired. The kind of tired one feels when their heart flutters like the wings of a bird nesting down for the night.

         Removing her armor, Leara lay down on the lakeshore, blades of grass tickling her bare arms. Just a little rest, she told herself. Only a short one.

         She slept most of the morning away.

         It was incredibly warm when she woke up, Blinking, she opened her eyes to find a sheltering wing resting around her. Inches away was the large crimson body of Odahviing, rising and falling as he breathed beside her. A fond smile tugged at the Dragonborn’s mouth as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. She reached out and stroked the dragon’s side, her hand trailing along the warm red scales.

         With a rumble, the wing around her lifted to reveal Odahviing’s horned head. He was looking at her, a light glittering in his dark eyes.

         Leara pushed her fallen hair behind her ear, her smile widening. “Drem yol lok, Odahviing.”

         Odahviing bowed his head, his amusement evident. “Drem yol lok, Dovthurjud.”

         Leara leaned into his side, her face pressed against his scales. “Paarthurnax is robbing off on you, I think. Soon you’ll do nothing but meditate on the Throat of the World.”

         The dragon snorted, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “Mey, hardly.’ He looked out over the lake.

         Lake Ilinalta was green in high summer. The waters rolled in gentle waves and birds sang in the trees. The lakeshore was green and full of life, energized by the warmth of the sun.

         Getting to her feet, Leara padded barefoot to stand beneath the dragon’s head.  Reaching up, she ran her knuckles along the soft hide at the base of his neck. Odahviing rumbled again, his wings fluttering and settling by his sides. “Were you hunting?” Leara asked.

Odahviiing looked down at her, his horned face level with hers. “Niid. Zu’u lost tovit fah hi.”

         A little crease lined Leara’s brow. She knew many words in the dragon tongue, but there were many more that still escaped her. Shrugging, she abandoned stroking Odahviing’s neck in favor of caressing the horns along his jaw. The dragon’s eyes closed for a moment before opening again, watching her. At that, her smile blossomed.

         Despite Paarthurnax’s assertion that dragons loved to indulge in talking whenever possible, Leara found she and Odahviing rarely needed many words. Their meaning was in their gestures, their understanding reflected in the other’s face. Ulfric did not understand it. Even he was leery of the dragon Leara spent so much of her time with. But the Dragonborn didn’t care. Odahviing understood her in a way few people did. She often speculated it was her dragon soul recognizing his in a sea of mortal heartbeats. Whatever it was, Odahviing was dear to her.

         Very dear to her.

         Her hand cradled his horned face for a moment longer before the sunset across Ilinalta caught her eyes, the rays deep and gold as they glittered across the water. Their gentle lapping at the shore sang an inviting melody. Leara lowered her hand.

         “Do you mind if I—?”

         Odahviing nudged her with his head, not too roughly to knock Leara over. Still, she grabbed one of his horned crests for balance, her body pressed against the rigid scales of his cheekbones.

         A light giggle sprang up from her stomach. Ducking, Leara pressed a kiss against the side of Odahviing’s mouth. If her lips lingered featherlight against his face for one, two, three moments too long, neither Dragonborn nor dragon acknowledged it.

         Stepping away, Leara was nearly where the water met the bank before she pulled her vest off. It fell behind her as she untied her pants and cast them aside. Away from the heat of the dragon, without her clothes, the air was cooler than she thought it would be. Gooseflesh rose across her skin, dipping below the band of her undergarments. But she was used to the cold, or at least used to coldness at this degree. With delicate steps, Leara ventured into the water.

         It was cool, too. Soon Leara was up to her shoulders in Ilinalta, her hair floating around her in dark red tendrils. Leara looked back at Odahviing.

         He was coiled on the lakeshore, his dark eyes on her. Despite the chill, Leara lifted her hand from the water and waved to him. Beads of water ran down her arm; the sunlight caught in the droplets, glittering gold against her skin.

         She swam around until the sun disappeared, giving way to the red-gold dance of the auroras across a blue velvet sky. Shivering, Leara emerged from the lake, her hair dripping and her underthings soaked. Meeting Odahviing’s gaze across the bank, Leara felt the tips of her ears grow warm. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly mindful of the damp fabric and the watching eyes of the dragon.

         “Suklov kiir, you are freezing,” Odahviing shook his head.

         Despite herself, Leara laughed. She knew that phrase. Silly girl. And perhaps she was.

         She stepped forward and was met by the enveloping wings of Odahviing. Teeth chattering, Leara rushed forward and pressed herself into Odahviing’s massive collarbone, her arms creeping around his neck. The heat from the dragon’s body thawed her skin at once. It was so lovely that she almost forgot her state of near-nakedness. Almost, but not quite. How in Akatosh’s name had she so brazenly stripped earlier? Maybe, maybe, she reasoned, it was because wet clothes make everything feel so much more . . . exposed.

         Intimate.

         But, did that even matter to a dragon? No. Maybe? They had their armor and mortals had theirs. And here she stood with neither scales nor iron to cover herself.

         She was pressed against him, her bare skin against his rough scales. The scratch of them against her stomach and thighs sent a strange flutter swooping through her belly. She was freezing only moments ago, but now, now Leara felt too warm. She stepped back from Odahviing, her body crying from the loss of warmth and touch.

         Turning, she met the steady dark eyes of the dragon – her dragon.

         His head was again level with hers, low enough that only the two great horns crowning his head towered above her. Her gaze locked with his, Leara’s belly swooped again. Her skin tingled from the hot breath blown from Odahviing’s nose. The blood in her veins fluttered and she wondered for a moment if she might swoon. If she fell, she knew he would catch her. Odahviing always caught her, even when she recklessly threw herself from his back in the midst of a raging storm. He was always there, protecting her.

         Leara’s heart pounded. She squeezed her eyes closed and breathed.

         With careful, delicate hands, she reached for his face. Her fingers splayed across warm hide and small scales, Leara lifted wide crystal eyes to meet the burning gaze of Odahviing. In her heart, she knew he understood her. Right now, she was certain he understood her better than anyone else.

         Her heart bobbed in her throat.

         Odahviing’s eyes fell closed, his large head pushing into the small touch of her hands. “Kunziiyol,” he said. Leara didn’t understand it.

         “Mon coeur,” she whispered, the endearment falling from her lips unchecked.

         Her dragon gazed at her. He did not speak Bretic just as she wasn’t fluent in the dragon tongue. But that was all right. They didn’t need the same language to understand one another.

         Leara touched her forehead to the ridge of Odahviing’s snout, her skin flushing red both from his heat and her own feelings. Slowly, tenderly, softly, the Dragonborn pressed her mouth to the center of Odahviing’s, her lips molding against those of her dragon. Her dragon.

         With a sigh, Leara fell to her knees and Odahviing lowered his head, unwilling to break their contact. His fangs brushed against her skin, tantalizing, as Odahviing’s forked tongue slipped from his mouth to hers. Hot and rough, it prodded her mouth. Leara parted her lips as her dragon’s tongue slid smoothly across hers, engulfing the whole of her mouth with its presence.

         Leara’s toes curled. Her blood was as hot as dragon’s fire, its flames pooling in the pit of her stomach like an inferno. She’d never felt so hot and flushed before. Not in Summerset, not with Ulfric. Only with Odahviing. Her dragon.

         She would never be cold again.

[deepspacedukat]

A Queen’s Throne

Please be gentle. I’ve never written any Pre-Surak Vulcans before, so uh...we’ll see how this goes. I’m kind of also writing this as a test for a long-form, multi-chapter Pre-Surak!Soval fic that I have in the works. Just as a note, it was stated in one of the ST series that before Surak, Vulcans were polytheistic, so that’s where mentions of ‘gods’ come from in this fic.

Day 10: Cock Warming

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Pre-Surak!Soval (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, although Soval thinks she’s just an odd looking Vulcan, cockwarming, public cockwarming, dirty talk, possessive language, public sex, claiming sex, slightly dom!Soval, slight breeding kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, biting, unprotected sex, creampie.

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“Be still for me,” Soval murmured against the shell of my ear. One of his hands gripped my hip beneath the table to hold me in place atop his lap. It wasn’t as if any member of the crowd seated in the great hall was unaware of what he was doing. We’d been officially bonded earlier today, and as such, there were certain...expectations to be fulfilled.

Whenever the head of a clan was bonded with a mate, they were expected to make a show of marking their territory. Soval was no exception, even if this wasn’t the Soval I was used to. Oh no, the Soval I had known for years was elsewhere - in a parallel universe which used to be my home. He was proper and dignified, wearing only formal robes and keeping the hair on his head neatly trimmed into the standard Vulcan bowl cut that I was so familiar with. He betrayed no emotions beyond a sharply lifted eyebrow which was somehow condescending and amused simultaneously.

This Soval, however, was different in almost every respect. He was rougher around the edges...savage, just as I’d heard so many Vulcans describe their predecessors before Surak’s existence. His hair was just as silver, but it was longer with a small braid woven into the strands near his left ear. His voice was perpetually permeated with a gravelly undertone, as if he’d spent too many hours shouting orders in battle. While the Ambassador had been clearly a man of diplomacy and calm, Soval the clan leader was a man whose passions ran deep and a person whom battles had forged into a keen strategist.

As his callused fingers grazed lightly up my throat, coaxing me to tilt my head back, his length twitched inside me.

“Look at them,” he whispered as one of his hands caressed the dip between my breasts. “Each of them wanted the chance to claim the odd little Vulcan, but we both know why they couldn’t, don’t we?”

I nodded my head silently, but a sharp nip met my earlobe.

“Speak aloud.” His correction was no louder than anything else he’d said, but his tone was much sterner than before.

“Yes, we do,” I murmured, and Soval grasped one of my breasts lightly, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent heat surging between my legs and across my face. To keep myself steady on his lap, I grabbed at his thighs, marveling silently at the sinewy strength of the muscles beneath me.

The meal had ended a short time ago, but somewhere around mid-way, my new husband had coaxed me onto his lap, not-so-stealthily slipping his hand beneath my skirt and moving the fabric out of the way just far enough for him to impale me on his lok.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered before raising his voice. “The gods only send women like you to leaders who have shown restraint, wisdom, ruthlessness, and courage in the correct proportions.”

Several of his men made sounds of approval at his statement despite their own jealousy. As they did, Soval leaned back in his chair, pulling me with him to half-lay against his torso. The warmth of his skin where his tunic parted to expose part of his chest was almost soothing amidst this public chaos. The hair across his pecs tickled my back where my ceremonial clothing left me exposed.

“A reward as precious and fragile as this is only meant for those who demonstrate that they can cherish it,” he continued as he wrapped one arm solidly around my waist. With a savage sort of smile, he made a show of pushing his free hand beneath my skirt and rubbing my clit. Whimpering and shutting my eyes to block out the rest of the guests, I tried to focus only on Soval, his hand touching me, and his lok stretching me. “How many instances have there been in our history involving the gods giving their most trusted leaders a mate with rounded ears and red blood? How many times have such fertile, delicate miracles been granted? Four? Five? We’ve all heard the legends. Those who prove themselves worthy of such partners have long, strong lines and are blessed beyond measure, and now...now, we can behold living proof of the gods’ generosity.”

Loud cheers met his declaration, and Soval smiled wolfishly into the crook of my neck as he throbbed within me. I whimpered and arched in his grasp as his fingers swirled unrelentingly over and around my clit. Ever the strategist, Soval had stirred his clan members’ excitement as steadily as he had my own pleasure, and we were all heading toward a breaking point.

“Before the members of my clan and my gods, I claim this woman as my mate,” he called, and right on cue, the taught string of building pleasure in my abdomen snapped, drawing a shout of his name from me as I convulsed around his lok. Several raucous yells and cheers erupted from the others, but all I felt was Soval holding me close and playing my body expertly like a musician with an instrument. His teeth clamped onto my neck as he thrust roughly up into me once, then twice before spilling his seed. He growled against my skin as the crowd that was gathered in the hall watched on, palming their own growing arousal and looking eagerly at their partners.

Reaching back and burying a hand in Soval’s long, surprisingly silky, silver hair, I tried to catch my breath, savoring the sensation of his lips leaving wet kisses across my jaw.

“When we get back to our room tonight, I’m going to prove to you that I’m worthy of you,” he whispered as he nuzzled into my hair. Until then, I basked in the safety that being in his arms afforded me, even amongst such an unpredictable group of beings with three times my strength. This savagery wasn’t as difficult to adjust to as the Ambassador had made it out to be.

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[tickle-bugs]

closed prompts a smidge early on account of me being sleepy, but i received quite a nice little pile! here's the offerings coming soon to a dashboard near you:

DC: new relationship superbat where Clark introduces Lois to Bruce so his favorite people can get comfy with one another. She tickles Clark in front of his Super Cool boyfriend and both of them are incapable of being normal about it. (lee!Clark)

DC: superwonderbat + asking for it trope. Bruce is terrible at saying what he wants. Clark and Diana learn to speak his language. (lee!Bruce)

Wicked: Glinda is a terribly distracting study buddy. Elphaba knows just the thing to motivate her to stay on track. (lee!Glinda)

Supernatural: Cas contends with the scariest force heaven has to offer: his older brother. Dean chooses to be part of the problem. (brief lee!Dean, lee!Cas)

ATSV: Miles, Pav, and Gwen never argue that Hobie isn't punk. That'd be silly. Instead they argue that he's soft and likes them juuuuust a little. Just enough to compromise his image. (lee!Hobie)

ATSV: Peter tries to teach Miles to get better use out of his webs. Miles is a very fast learner and a little shit. (lee!Peter)

New Girl: A particularly handsy game of True American reveals something interesting about Jess. Nick is 100% normal and well adjusted about it. (lee!Jess)

Top Gun: Rooster takes advantage of the F-18 seatbelts to finally put Hangman in his place. (lee!Hangman)

LOK: Korra and Mako share a moment early in their relationship. Mako discovers how soft he is with her. Korra discovers he's ticklish. (lee!Mako)

Kingsman: Eggsy's mouth and his stubbornness get him into trouble at Statesman HQ. Whiskey and Tequila decide to show him how they handle mouthy recruits with too much pride. (lee everyone lol)

MAWS: Clark gets used to using his powers to help him out when people aren't looking, but sharing an office with his two best friends takes that option off the table. Lois finds it hilarious that this mountain of a man refuses to get a stepladder for a shelf he can't reach. (lee!Clark)

Blue Exorcist: Rin's powers ruin some of his plans and he struggles to take it well. Bon takes this personally. (lee!Rin)

[the-badger-mole]

Choices and Consequences

I published this in 2016, but I actually wrote it several years before that, after the end of season 1 of LoK, if I remember correctly. It may have been later, but it was before I found out about Izumi, for sure. The fandom at that point had decided that Zuko had a daughter named Honora, and it tickled me enough to include that nod in this story. I don't remember what exactly inspired it other than I was feeling really melancholy. But what else is new, haha! I think I wanted to explore what a Zutara friendship would look like in the context of their canon relationships (you know since Bryke flat out refused…). I think there would still be some tension between them. Some lingering "what ifs". This is as close to an infidelity situation as I will ever get. I am firmly of the belief that neither Katara nor Zuko would ever cross that boundary, but I could see them getting close enough to see the danger.

I didn't want this to be completely sad for them. There are things in their lives that still bring them joy, even if their marriages didn't turn out the way they'd planned, so I wanted to end this story on a hopeful note. They don't get to be together, but they still get to be okay.

Read the story here

[xxlusciouslulu]

Loki x little reader )

Warning: fluff , age regression loki caregiver, daddyloki

After A mission I felt myself slip into little space I put my favorite demon hoodie on and some shorts. I wander off into the hallway looking for someone. But couldn't find him anywhere not in his office nor the gym where we would practice fighting, not even his bedroom or the library.

I look down to my feet , feeling down

Heyy there little mortal  , what's got you down? I stare up at Thor

c-cant.. findw Loks anywhere have you seen him?

I'm Afraid not little one but I sure you he's probably up to some mischief around here like he always does.

Mk i wander back off again searching for Loks

wherew could.. daddy be…

i walk into the living room seeing Bucky and Sam and Natasha talking. I sighed looking down and back myself against the wall, i looked everywhere and still can't find him.. A sadness went over me.

Heyy Y/n what's wrong? Natasha asked

I look up , not saying anything i fidget my hands around "

I look everywhere…

Everywhere? She said

I noded' He's not here..

Who is.. wait are you looking for Loki?

I nodded yes

she smile and told me have you check the kitchen?

Kit chen… ? my eyes shot up and went there quickly hoping he might be there.

And she was right there he was sitting in A chair looking At A book with an Apple in his hand, some work papers on the table.

Daddyy!?

I ran up to him "

Well hello there little mix didn't aspect you to come back early from the mission.

Are you alright?

You had your arms wrap around him tight " A single tear fell from your eyes , you look up and he wipe away your tear with his thump.

I..i couldn't findw yyou ,you weren't anywhere to be found. I missed you.. " you weren’t in your bedroom , the living room , the gym, you kept mumbling on. 

He pulled you onto his lap And held you. Shhh  it’s okay i’ve got you  he hugged you 

How much did you miss me?

Alot! daddy "

Aww little one I'm here now he lifted your chin up and said I'm not going anywhere pet  daddy here. “  

He smiled looking at you , how cute u were in your little demon hoodie And kissed you.

Come little one , he held he's hand out and you took it following him to his bedroom where set you aside , turn on the tv you played with your stuffy  he  came back with A warm bottle of milk for you. 

Rawrr you attack him with your stuff animal and he look at you 

Come here you little mix , he comes running to you and you run away he catches up and  tickles you. You giggle  , you fall onto the bed as  he tickles you at your most   spots  daddyy stopp i laugh  hard “ 

Loki tickles you more and gives you kisses.  After A moment  you breath out 

he pulled you aside of him feeding you the bottle , watches you, As it was all gone Loki get's up from the bed putting it away he comes back and turns on your favorite show to watch  and gave you your pacify , you snuggle up with your cosy blanket, Loki right beside you cuddling up with you.

Prettwy You say playing with Loki hair~

as he smiled at you ' You sink wrapping your arm around him.

He smiled "

Cosy enough?

I nodded yes , most definitely " you dat best. 

He kissed my head " i smiled warmly

soon as my show ended Loki saw that i was still awake and desided to read me a bedtime story , he picked out my favorite book , yay i said out of excitement!

come here little one " Loki says Let see here he says he starts reading the beginning of the first chapter , Loki snuggles closer to me my head laying on his chest , his thump in my mouth like A pacifier as he reads away. My mind and self gets sleepy by the second , he's voice calming and smooth and dreamy i could easy fall asleep right away just listening to him read. i look towrd the window the stars were out and bright my eyes couldn't stay awake i soundly fell asleep cuddle up against him cosy and all.

He noticed I fell asleep and kissed my head I love you so much Y/n sweet dreams little one.

[thebest-medicine]

42, ler korra lee Bolin?

Prompt 42 - “No way, are you crying/begging?”

A/N: They’re so cute I love them! Best boy Bolin! I present a little snippet of them sparring / training

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Bolin tried to roll away from the devilishly grinning avatar, but he was too slow. Korra gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him back, pinning his legs with one of her own and dragging one of his arms up over his head. “Where was that spot just now.. hm?” She chuckled evilly.

“Wait! Korra- don’t!” Bolin squirmed, trying to free a hand to earth bend. How had a pick up brawling match turned into this?

Korra reached back to his ribs and squeezed, and Bolin shrieked before a laugh punched out of him. His eyes slammed shut as he spasmed with laughter. “Nohohohohohoho!”

Ambitions only encouraged by the sound of his laughter, Korra continued to tickle along Bolin’s side, from his flank to his ribs and up under his arm. When she got there, Bolin cried out, his laughter becoming even louder as it tangled with pleas.

“WAIT STAHAHAHAH-HAHAHOP BAHAHA! KORRAHAHAHA! PLEHE—” Bolin gasped.

She grinned beside him, scratching her nails into his armpit. She leaned over to look at his red face.

“No way, are you crying?”

“YEHEHES! KahahahaHAHAH- KORRAPLEASE! HaHA! StaHAHAHOP- heheHEHE MERCYHEHEE!” Bolin wailed, tears sprinkling from his eyes.

“You give up?”

“YES!” He shrieked right away, remembering the out. “YES YEEHEHEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIN!”

Korra laughed, ceasing her tickling and patting away the sensation along his ribs. “Oh man, that’s too funny.” She wheezed, helping him sit up before plopping down all the way beside him.

“Not fair! I’m really ticklish, okay?!” Bolin whined, still grinning.

“Seriously? That’s an understatement!” Korra laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m done.” She added as he flinched.

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[more sentence starter fic prompts]

[other sentence starter fics]

[read this & further avatar drabbles on ao3]

[jcinktinder]

interest check for folks that would be open to joining, worldbuilding and modding an ATLA/LOK-inspired literate RP? as i´m completely inexperienced in jcink coding, i would love if someone could assist me in that too! react if either tickles you and i´ll reach out

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[almalvo]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E2 "Battle at the Binary Stars"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

god this show looks so fucking juicy with all its colours and shapes and resolution … BURNHAM IS SAREK'S WARD??????? bro bro is she a sibling in upbringing with spock or something. everyons so fucking pretty ugh these sounds i really want this uniform LMAO THAT LOOK SARU GIVES BURNHAM AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA saru is so good looking UGHH THIS INTRO I CANT I CANTTTT LOOK AT IT ITS SO PRETTYYY i love the feeling DISCO gives me im so happy for star trek getting such a massive visual and all around production upgrade also i just realised since old-trek's Star Trek Enterprise series, we have been inching closer and closer to the one that started it all. Star Trek ENTERPRISE > DISCOVERY > STRANGE NEW WORLDS…

does this… mean we are…. just possibly……… heading into a reprisal of some kind of "Origins" production in the future non-AOS?

if so i know it will never be a replacement of what is irreplacable. but im actually EXCITED to see something like that. if even it were to be a bad project, it would still be such a tickling spectacle - an experience that reminds us of where we came from.

but also.. to see what came before to be such a modern topic to discuss and potentially (i fucking wish) revive the world with its gravity and vision - all eyes on Star Trek once again……… it would be so worth it. it would be. everything.

anyways back to the episode LMAO UGHHH look at the way all the united federation ships warp in among their brethren ughhhhh ughhhhhhh takes my breath awaayy i like klingon whats odd is it sounds so slow in this rendition man the amount of work it took to get this pronunciation right ughhhh everything looks so pretty in this literally movie quality for a TREK series

no but also one more thing - back to the idea about the future of modern trek, since the movie saga has fallen flat, if we head into a modern revival of TOS, featuring AOS cast as a different universe/mirrorverse or seomthing cameo in TV/STREAMING EPISODIC FORMAT would be just… JUST-

...

i am so curious as to how and why burnham and sarek are even existing together simultaneously ugh damn look at the damage on the ship the detail i love saru's eyes hearing this as the ship's computer voice is so odd to me because im so used to Majel's voice but hey its smooth what is happening also oh my god this mind meld scene is so pretty oh my god im so curious how Burnham and Spock's dynamic even IS THE FUCKKK?? what would that even BE??? i only know spock exists because that is one of the few spoilers ive seen of this show - i KNOW hes in DISCO. as well as pike but thats it. what purpose they serve and why? no idea. and how burnham becomes captain?? god im so curious iits so intersting to hear statements as familiar as "weapons disabled" being said in such a new setting. with such a new sound for somehting so classic. tractor beam WHO WHOS EUROPA? WHATS ON THAT SHIP WHOOO

the human and klingon transmission will never be in peace… until far into TOS's timeline.. man this is so INTERESTING. HEARING KLINGON TERRAN. I CANT LIE i miss their fabulous long locks of hair bro klingon ship is fucking knifing through this ship dude that is so hardcore but also devastating af oh my god this antimatter explosion looks so fucking pretty admiral is gone the chian of command shifts how does this go phillipa doenst become admiral does she? then burnham as captain i doubt its this easy nah its so weird to hear klingon so spaced t'kuvma is such a cool name ughhhh lok at all the WARPPPING SHIPSSSS hearing klingon accent is cool love how smart the ship is oh god burnham you MADLAD yo they goin hard the klingon attire is so victorian english inspired not too keen on that ahha ughhh saru is sooo NICE TO LOOK AT such nice features this ready room is very reminiscent of what is to become enterprise internal design i mean, of course. but i just cant help but hype over it all thats interesting, to have a human taught as vulcan. hmm a subtly different circumstance than that of spock. the visual aberration effect is working well in this series ahaha DISCO has a very…. odd feeling from since its first episode that continues into its second one - it doesnt feel super episodic at all? it feels all like a really long montage. the sets are so pretty whoa those armoured vests though? touch screen energising ughh the gold animation of the energising effect is lovely those klingons dropped so fast and easy from those phasers dude these are some of the sexiest phaser designs ive ever seen. the klingons are just dropping like nothing whoa burnham's yell when the klingon grabbed her was so not her XD it didnt sound like her oh wow we are actually seeing the short handheld klingon knife OH SHIT well i see that this is how phllipa is usurped by burnham.. BRO YOU JUST LEFT HER BODY THERE hmmm interesting the pacing of the first two episodes is very… fast

t'kuvma is dead already?? i think its this pale klingon that ive seen on the comic cover whoaaaa all these shuttle/escape pods leaving like baby toads off momma's back XD (if you know, you know.) its so montagey very consistently - i guess THIS is where we start the series as it is to be? i really like this chiaroscuro lighting hm. its over already huh idk if its me - but apart from the visually and audially beautiful presentation - it has an odd feeling to it i cant lie. i think it must be because of this 2-episode montage. i hope it is.

i guess ill find out.

[pretty-switchy-girl]

I do write tickle fics!! I'll write my fandoms down below and please dont be afraid to send me a dm or an ask!! Like I said I'm a multi-shipper, and I LOVE rare pairs! Don't be afraid! I do romantic and platonic things!!

Fandoms!

BNHA

AOT

Naruto

Q-Force

Marvel

Fairy Tail

Criminal Minds

DC

ATLA/LOK

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

[theatregaymer]

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Below are the fandoms I know more than other ones. I’m familiar with their worlds, stories and characters to various degrees and as such feel confident in my writing capabilities concerning them.

If a fandom is bold, I will write NSFW for it provided the characters are considered 18 or older.

Anime/Manga:

Code Geass | Digimon (Seasons 1-4) | Pokemon | Yu-Gi-Oh (Duelist Kingdom/Battle City/GX) | Shaman King | Bleach | Naruto/Boruto | One Piece | Yuri on Ice | Ookiku Furikabutte | Haikyuu | Kuroko no Basuke | Fairy Tail | Ouran High School Host Club | Shokugeki no Soma | Dragon Ball (Z/Super) | Fruits Basket | Black Clover | Jujutsu Kaisen | Boku no Hero Academia | Shingeki no Kyojin | Horimiya | Free! | Love Stage | Hunter x Hunter | Ao no Exorcist | Sword Art Online 

Video Games:

Tales of Phantasia/Destiny/Destiny 2/ Symphonia/Abyss/Vesperia/Zestiria/Arise | The Kiseki series (Sky/Zero/Cold Steel) | Fire Emblem | Persona 4/5 | Final Fantasy | Kingdom Hearts | Blush Blush | Star Ocean

Cartoons/Comics/Manhwa:

Avatar TLA/LOK | Voltron Legendary Defender | DC Animated Universe | Teen Titans | Young Justice | Love is an Illusion | BL Motel | Love so Pure | Star x Fanboy | Cherry Blossoms After Winter | Cats Love Water | Outside the Box

If I get into any new fandoms I will edit this post with an update.

[birdsongraphictees]

🖤🤎💛

Okay so I’d like to say some of these questions don’t have the most straightforward answers so I’m sorry about that! But here goes

🖤 What’s your favourite irl tickle story?

So… I havent been tickled in so long, so I can’t really put my finger on any specific times I was tickled besides my friends squeezing my sides in the halls during school lok

🤎 What tickle blogs do you reccomended?

@ssnicker-doodless ALWAYS. Seriously my fave tickle artist and like an amazing artist in general. I really want to have my art be as dynamic as theirs and I definitely look up to them

💛 What’s your favourite tickle fic?

Okay don’t yell at me. I’m actually not a huge MHA fan, but mha fics are always the best. There’s this one where midorya keeps getting hit by laughing quirks and bakugou is like ??? What is wrong with you and ends up just tickling him to bits. It’s so cute.