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Handsy Hyperfixation
so.....to give an idea of what this monster of a fic is, @awkwardtickleetoo wanted me to name this "Mushie's Self Indulgent Hand Fic", and in my google docs this is labeled "passing out throwing up"...so yeah. this was made back in december and i randomly wrote out 4k words one morning in a frenzy after a picture of dream's hands and thinking about how big they are...and now here we are, over 3k additional words later. it is honestly the most flustering thing I've written yet (to me), cal and i have had trouble even reading through it before it was finished... so yep. here it is! the mega self indulgent hand fic. i hope u all enjoy đ”âđ«
dream catches george starring at his hands from across the room, so he decides to give george a closer look at how much bigger they are than his, and what they're actually capable of
(lee!George / ler!Dream : 7.2k words đ« )
Four. Thatâs how many times Dream had counted that George was staring at him. Although, he couldnât tell if it really counted as staring at him; the brunette was clearly focused on his hands. He had noticed for a while now, even before today, that he would catch George staring at them whenever he would do anything with his hands. At first he figured George would be just watching whatever heâd be doing, but after a while he caught on; it was actually just his hands.
Now, Dream had a theory about why. George was so much smaller than him, and the elder loved to point it out; even more so now that they lived together. In the first two days that George was in Florida he had somehow managed to wrangle up four of Dreamâs hoodies, two T-Shirts and a pair of OU sweatpants that he had no idea how George would ever be able to wear them.Â
George had pointed out multiple times how much bigger Dreamâs hands are, how they completely engulf his fist and some of his wrist. The blonde would let him take his hand and compare it with his own, still commenting on how much larger they were. Dream didnât think it was weird in the slightest, but he noticed that the more time that passed, the more and more he caught George staring. It had been the fourth time in the last hour, with the older boy thinking he was going unnoticed. Though in reality, Dream was sure heâd feel his stare from a mile away.Â
âAre you really staring at them again?â Dream watched as the sudden question made George jump, wide eyes staring back at him with his cheeks turning a dusty pink as the realization hit that heâd been caught. The younger boy giggled at the way Georgeâs jaw had slightly dropped and how quickly he had closed it with a nervous gulp.
âStaring at what, idiot? Iâm not staring at anything!â George spat out after a very tense few seconds while he wracked his brain for things to say. Dream giggled at his sorry excuse of an answer and held up his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. A smirk formed on his face as he watched Georgeâs cheeks go from pink to red at the action, causing the older boy to break eye contact and look anywhere but at him.Â
âDonât act like you donât know what Iâm talking about, George,â the smaller boy shuddered at the accusation, looking up briefly when he saw Dream stand up from the couch and walk over to where he was on the other end. âMy hands, idiot.âÂ
âWhat about your stupid hands?â George bit back, clearly flustered at the prospect of having to admit the truth. Dreamâs smirk grew even more as he reached his destination, his knees knocking into Georgeâs as he looked down at him.Â
âYou were staring. Donât deny it, I caught you red handed George.â Dream was quick to shut George down when he saw his mouth open to protest, making sure he knew that Dream knew his little secret.Â
âY-Youâre an actual idiot. Youâre the idiot! Why would I be looking at your stupid- HEHEHEY!â George was cut off mid-argument when he felt two squeezes on his sides, making him fall back further into the couch cushions.Â
He brought his legs up to his chest out of habit to protect himself, but he quickly realized he had set himself up as Dream squeezed at the back of his thighs, making him scream out and kick his feet up. This only encouraged Dream to grab one of the flailing ankles, gripping it tightly as he scribbled his nails quickly up and down Georgeâs foot. The older boy squealed and fell to his side, giving Dream the opportunity to grab the other ankle and yank them down so his legs were flat against the couch cushions. Once he forcefully maneuvered the smaller boy to lay on his back, Dream straddled his waist, successfully trapping him.Â
George was frantically kicking his feet against the couch, trying to dig his heel into it to gain leverage to buck Dream off but finding it harder than he thought it would be. He pushed himself up onto his elbows to try and fully sit up, hoping maybe there was a chance he could get Dream quick enough to make him crumble, but was immediately pushed back down by one of Dreamâs hands against his chest. George let out a desperate whine, pushing at Dreamâs knees as a last resort to try and loosen the grip they had around his waist but finding it impossible to move him. He was truly fucked.Â
âAm I the idiot? Iâd say an idiot is more like someone in your situation right now, Georgie.â Dream chuckled as he grabbed Georgeâs sides once more to make him buck his hips up with a yelp. The blonde noticed that George still wasnât looking at him, and Dream could tell he was almost too flustered to function.Â
âSh-Shuhut uhup!â George replied through his giggles. He did his best to sound intimidating, but he knew it was impossible with all his squeaks and noises. He threw his head back against the couch cushions with a cackle as Dream moved his hands up to his ribcage, squirming as the tickly feeling spread throughout his ribs.Â
âLook at that, George! My hands basically cover your entire rib cage,â Dream fanned his fingers out as far as theyâd go, smiling down at George as he confirmed they did in fact reach from the top of his ribs to the bottom, even a little on the boy's sides as well. âYouâre just so tiny, I guess it makes sense.âÂ
George felt as if his head would pop at any second, his mind so floaty he felt like an overly filled balloon. He couldnât do anything but laugh and watch as Dreamâs fingers covered the expanse of his upper torso. He squeezed his eyes closed after a few seconds and brought his hands up to hide behind them, too flustered to continue seeing himself getting tickled to pieces.
But Dream was right; George WAS staring at his hands. It started a few months ago when they had been arguing over something, George stealing the remote or Dreamâs phone. He was fast but Dream was strong, and so when he finally caught up to the smaller boy, Dream had gripped his wrist to stop him from getting away. The way one of Dreamâs hands had completely wrapped around both of Georgeâs wrists had him feeling faint. He swore he was genuinely dizzy when he realized how much bigger Dream actually was than him.Â
âI have an idea!â George flinched as Dream broke the silence once more, cracking one eye open to see the bright smile above him. He noticed movement below his vision and leaned his head up slightly, eyes widening in horror as Dream pressed the heel of his hand into his lower tummy, moving it teasingly to make the older boy squeak out a giggle. He placed the rest of his hand down on Georgeâs tummy, spreading his fingers out and pressing the tips of them into the soft skin below.Â
âWhy donât we see how many spots I can reach with just one hand?âÂ
The second Georgeâs mind registered what Dream suggested he froze, staring up into bright green eyes with a tiny nervous giggle slipping out. It was like his brain short circuited - he couldnât find the words to protest; he couldnât form words to describe how much that idea had flustered him.Â
When he finally had the ability to move his body again he immediately pushed up, trying to launch himself forward to knock Dream off of him to escape. It turns out that Dream had anticipated this and pressed down on Georgeâs stomach, keeping the smaller boy in place. George let out a whine, kicking his legs in a mix of frustration and excitement when he realized he truly was stuck beneath Dreamâs hand on his tummy.Â
âP-Please Dream! Donât!â He managed to keep his giggles down as he felt Dream pulse his fingers against his skin once, using just enough pressure for it to tickle but not for it to be unbearable. George knew it was on purpose; if Dream wanted it to really tickle, it wouldâve tickled like hell.Â
âWhy not, George? You seemed to be so interested in my hands before, I figured youâd like a closer look! And Iâm even showing you them in action! Arenât I nice?â As Dream spoke he began to do the jellyfish technique of dragging his fingertips together in the center of his tummy before fanning them back out, taking George by surprise and causing him to squeal. He fell into high pitched giggles as Dream continued to slowly and gently drag his fingertips in and out, following the jumpy tummy even as it squirmed away.Â
Even though George wanted to return a snarky comment Dreamâs way, he was unable to with how hard he was laughing. Dream had managed to position his ring finger over his ribs, digging right into the muscle between the bones. Once Dream realized this was a more sensitive spot for George, he used more pressure, giggling quietly himself as the boy beneath him practically convulsed with ticklish energy.Â
âI said, arenât I nice?â With that, Dream pressed into his lower ribs on the other side of George with his thumb, watching as the brunettes struggling became more frantic.Â
âY-YEHEHES YES! PLEHEASE NOHOHO! IâM SORRY DREHEHEAM!â Dream chuckled at his friend's reaction, shaking his head slightly as he continued to wiggle his fingertipâs into the quivering tummy. He leaned forward, using his free hand to press down slightly on Georgeâs shoulder to keep him in place.Â
âIâm sorry George, but itâs a little too late for apologies now.â Dream let out an overexaggerated sigh, playing up the disappointment before suddenly digging his fingers into Georgeâs tummy, vibrating his hand as well. George let out a shriek, kicking and thrashing and grabbing at Dreamâs hand to try and pull it off his stomach.
But Dream was having none of this. He easily scooped up Georgeâs wrists in one hand, pressing them against his chest to keep them out of the way. Dream placed his hand back down onto Georgeâs tummy, his fingertips almost reaching where he was keeping the older boyâs hands hostage. He wasted no time in digging back in, vibrating a little quicker to punish George for interrupting him in the first place.Â
âPLEHEASE D-DREHEAM I CAHANâT- I CAHAHANâT BREHEATHE!â The brunette shrieked between his cackles, squeezing his eyes even tighter as he pulled at his hands to try and break free from Dreamâs grip. Just as he had suspected, nothing worked.Â
âYouâre speaking George, that means youâre breathing. Youâre just dramatic.â Dream replied nonchalantly, still slowing down to make sure George was okay. The smaller boy was taking in gulps of air between his laughter, Dream still digging in slightly but not as intense as before. He slowly allowed his fingers to come to a stop, staying in place against the warm skin.Â
âO-Ohoho my gosh. W-Why?â he panted out, opening his eyes again just to give Dream his best puppy dog eyes in the hopes that he would take mercy on him and leave him (and the subject matter) alone.Â
âBecause, Iâm just giving you what you want, Georgie,â Dream began, letting go of the boyâs wrists but grabbing one of his hands to lightly drag his thumb over the back of it to help comfort him. âWe both know you were thinking about how much my hands tickle. And we both know it tickles so much because youâre so small, and my hands are so big that they cover most of your spots at one time.âÂ
The comment made Georgeâs cheeks heat up, feeling as if tiny fireworks were bursting out of the freckles on his skin. He brought his free hand up to slap it over his face, hiding as much of himself as he could to try and relieve some of the embarrassment. A long whine made its way up his throat and passed through his lips without his permission, making him squirm even more due to how flustering the situation was.Â
Dream barked out a laugh at that, letting George continue to hide himself as he turned his attention back to his hand on the tummy between his thighs. He pressed his fingertips against Georgeâs stomach a few times, earning a squeak and a kick from him as well as a few stray giggles.Â
âLetâs just see what spots I can reach, shall we?â The blonde didnât wait for George to answer, instead stilling all of his fingers except his thumb that was pressing repeatedly into the lower ribs and upper side on the left of Georgeâs body. Dream watched as he threw his body to the right, attempting to escape from the pokes and prods that were sending tiny sparks of ticklish bolts throughout his left side.Â
âSee, this is a good spot that my thumb is resting against,â Dream pressed in a little quicker with his thumb on Georgeâs lower ribs to emphasize which spot he was talking about. âIt lets me get your extremely ticklish bottom ribs, and it lets me press into your extremely ticklish sides! Sounds extremely ticklish, huh George?âÂ
Too busy laughing, George was only able to nod his head in agreement, causing Dream to coo at him and apply more pressure. This caused Georgeâs legs to start kicking against the couch cushions again, this time a little more sporadic due to the tickly sensations that were shooting into his side and down his leg. Dream began to rub circles into the bottom two ribs, making George buck up with a screech before he reached down to pull at Dreamâs hand once again.Â
âAh ah ah, no blocking me! You know what that means.â Georgeâs eyes snapped open, flinging his hand away from his face and silently pleading up at Dream while shaking his head back and forth frantically.Â
âI-Iâm sohohorry! I promise I wohonât dohoho it again!â The smaller boy tried his hardest to make sure Dream knew he was serious, but it seemed he didnât care in the slightest whether George was actually sorry or not. He shook his head at the boy below him and smirked, grabbing the hand that George had tried to use to stop him and placing it down to his side against the couch. Dream moved his knee over Georgeâs wrist, keeping it in place so that he once again had a free hand.Â
âIâm sorry baby, but rules are rules! Now, back to what I was saying,â Dream began to continue, earning a surprised squeak from George as the hand against his tummy sprung back to life, the thumb resuming the light circles along the boyâs very sensitive bottom ribs. âThis is just such a good spot. One of my favorites. Never fails to make you laugh, does it?âÂ
Dream could feel the hand under his knee attempt to wiggle free, so he leaned more of his weight against it, careful not to hurt George but enough that he had absolutely no hope of escaping. The older boy was practically howling at the way Dream was rubbing circles into the bottom rib, thrashing and trying to roll over to cover the spot and dislodge the tickling hand.Â
After a few more minutes the circles turned into a palm pressed against that spot, rubbing slightly to help the ghost tickles subside. Dream waited until Georgeâs laughter had calmed down to light giggling before he decided to continue with the task at hand. He pressed his pointer finger into the skin, feeling the inner edge of Georgeâs rib and moving it slightly to press around the spaces between both sides of his ribcage.Â
âMy pointer finger can reach the middle of your ribs and upper tummy, how does that feel, pretty boy? Hm?â He followed the question with a series of small but powerful pokes, making George kick every time Dream landed one on his ribs. The taunting tone of his voice made it even harder for George to focus on anything but the teases and how badly it tickled. He truly was a flustered mess.Â
âI-Ihihit t-tihihickles!â George couldnât help but bring his free hand back over his face, embarrassed by how squeaky and high pitched he sounded through his giggles. Dream smiled at how adorable the sight was, using his pointer finger to do little swirls with his nail. This made Georgeâs giggles jump even higher in pitch, making him shake his head and pull at his wrist in an attempt to hide himself even further.
âIt does, huh? Right here, on your ticklish little ribs?â George whined through his laughter at that, turning his head to the side and throwing his arm over his face to hide how red it was becoming. Dream giggled, continuing to tease him as he tapped a few times on his skin before kneading in a bit. âIt tickles right here, George?âÂ
The older boy could do nothing but nod at Dreamâs question, the description he asked so nonchalantly making Georgeâs head spin. He kept his arm over his face even as Dream decided to use a good amount of pressure to knead circles against the bones. George was wailing at this technique that was clearly tickling him silly. Dream couldnât help but laugh along with him, finding Georgeâs laughter to always be so contagious. He watched the brunette thrash himself from side to side like a squirmy little worm, making that comment out loud to him just to watch the tips of Georgeâs ears turn red as well.Â
âWow, this really is a good spot, isnât it sweetheart? Youâre laughing your little heart out! Youâre just a squirmy little ticklish worm, arenât you?â The blonde cooed, making George squeeze his eyes shut even more. He knew his face was covered but he felt so exposed and so vulnerable under Dreamâs hand like this. He couldnât understand why, but he fucking loved it.Â
âOkay, letâs give this sensitive little spot a break. How about we go on to the next spot?â Dream asked, not waiting for an answer as he poked his middle finger against the skin a little below his sternum three times. George jolted upwards, not laughing as hard as the previous spot but still cackling enough to let Dream know that what he was doing was working.Â
âD-Dreheheam please! I cahanât take ihihit!â George whined through his giggles, finally moving his arm away from his face and opening his eyes to plead once again with Dream. The taller boy flashed his white teeth at him through a big smile, shaking his head back at him slowly.Â
âIâve seen you take much worse than this! This is nothing,â Dream explained, as if George wasnât the one experiencing the tickling. âYouâre just a little overly sensitive today, thatâs all.â
The elder rolled his eyes at that, earning a quick squeeze to the upper thigh from Dreamâs free hand and making him shriek before falling back into bright giggles as the feeling disappeared as quickly as it came.Â
âN-Nohohot fair, Dream!â George pouted through his jagged breathing, not appreciating the sudden squeeze to his death spot for simply rolling his eyes.
âAwh,â Dreamâs caring smile was shining through for a few seconds before a more devious smirk appeared in its place, a menacing giggle spilling out from the younger boy before he continued his teasing. âIs the poor baby too sensitive? Too ticklish? Too small to defend himself?âÂ
George pondered the question before he slowly nodded his head, flinging his free arm back over his face to hide the returning blush. He heard Dream giggle above him, sounding much closer than anticipated. A soft breeze to his ear was enough to make him start giggling again as Dream began to whisper into his ear, giving him goosebumps and making him shudder at the tickly vibrations that came with it. George could hear the teasy-ness dripping from Dreamâs words as he continued to mess with him.
âThat sounds like a you problem, angel.âÂ
The words sent shivers down Georgeâs spine, feeling how much Dream was loving being able to rip the smaller boy to little ticklish shreds. He knew the exact teases and spots that got to George in the cruelest ways, and Dream was using Every. Single. One. And considering they had only just reached the third finger, George wondered how heâd ever survive this.Â
âOkay, now that weâve established youâre too small, sensitive and flustered to do anything, letâs continue.â The blonde had pressed his lips against Georgeâs ear this time, allowing the vibrations from the low tone of his voice to travel from his ear down his spine. Another chill had him shuddering as Dream pulled back, sitting straight up and readjusting his position to make sure Georgeâs arm wouldnât break free from below his knee.Â
âD-Do wehehe have to continue? Arenât youâŠ.bored? Isnât there⊠something else youâd like to behehe doing?â The smaller boy squeaked out, trying but painfully failing to convince Dream that there were better things to do. George moved his arm slightly to watch as the boy above him quirked an eyebrow up in confusion, a dopey grin spreading across his face at Georgeâs pathetic attempt at stopping him.Â
Dream let out a low chuckle, the kind that made George want to curl in on himself from how menacing it sounded. He immediately threw his arm back over his face out of embarrassment, but Dream grabbed it with one of his hands and brought it down to join the other hand under one of Dreamâs knees. George let out a long whine, shaking his head up with wide eyes. This only made Dream bark out another laugh at the sight.Â
âSomething else Iâd be doing? Like what? Laying on the couch? Napping? Editing?â Dream scrunched his nose at the suggestions, shaking his head slightly as he weighed the options. âAbsolutely not. Iâd rather be right here, tickling you to bits.âÂ
âNohohoho!â George giggled at that, a loud cackle following as Dream slowly dug his fingertips into the older boy's tummy. He wiggled them slightly with enough pressure to keep George laughing, shaking his head himself as he protested Dreamâs actions. He tried to wiggle his hips to move the tickly fingers, but he was stuck between the two thighs keeping his arms pinned. It was then he realized how stuck he actually was. Dream watched as the brunette gulped, staring back up at him with a nervous smile.Â
âYehehes!â Dream mocked George, making the smaller boy whine and look to the side, finally breaking eye contact. âWhatâs wrong Georgie, too ticklish? Canât handle it?âÂ
Dream still his fingers, only poking into the skin with his middle finger once more. George shook his head a little faster, squeaking as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth while he tried to hold his laughter in. But Dream wasnât having this. He used his middle finger to wiggle it a little to the side, just barely grazing the start of one of Georgeâs rib bones. He nearly bucked Dream off with how hard he threw his body around.Â
âOh, thatâs a good spot, huh George?â The brunette heard Dreamâs question, but he couldnât speak even if he had wanted to. âRight here, on your little ribs again? Iâd say this is probably your worst spot, wouldnât you?â
âS-Stohop Dreheheam! P-Plehease!â George pleaded with Dream, again trying his hand at Dreamâs famous puppy eyes. However, the younger boy seemed to be immune to this tactic at the current moment, completely focused on pressing his middle finger to the left and right to make sure he was scraping at the tips of his inner ribs.Â
âStop? Okay George, Iâll stop.â The blonde smiled down at him, removing both hands and holding them out in front of him. George let out a sigh of relief, finally able to take a full breath. But this relief was short lived as he watched two hands dart back to his ribs, digging in quickly and vibrating against Georgeâs bones. Dream leaned down again, pressing lips to the boy's bright red ear. âIâll stop tickling when you stop being so ticklish.âÂ
George felt goosebumps rise on his skin, something that only happens when he gets extremely flustered. Dream knew this, and he raised his eyebrows with a huge grin, comparable to a little kid on Christmas morning. He paused his tickling, sitting back slightly so he could look at George fully.
âOh, that got to you, huh? What was it this time? The way I said I was going to stop and didnât? The way I mentioned how ticklish you were?â Dream watched the boy squirm beneath him as he tried to hide his face in his shoulder. âOr was it both? Tell me kitten, what one is it?â.
The elder just squirmed more under Dreamâs intense stare, waiting for an answer from him. George stuttered through his reply, not able to think clearly due to how flustered he was. It came out quieter than heâd meant it to be, barely above a whisper as he answered Dreamâs question.Â
âUhm, t-the third option.âÂ
Dream cooed at that, bringing a hand to his cheek to rub one of his thumbs under Georgeâs eye. He felt as the smaller boy relaxed into the touch, essentially pushing into Dreamâs hand and nuzzling his cheek against the skin. This made Dream choke out a squeak, holding in a giggle as Georgeâs stubble tickled the palm of his hand. He had hoped that itâd go unseen but George was smirking at him now, clearly amused with the way he had accidentally tickled the younger boy.Â
âOh be quiet George. We still have two fingers left!â the blonde practically growled at George, causing him to giggle at how serious he looked. Dream leaned down closer to his face, grinning as he continued. âIâm not done playing with my tickle toy, yet.â
The brunette swore the room was spinning, feeling incredibly lightheaded at the new pet name Dream used. George didnât think it was possible to be more flustered than he already was, but apparently this was a night of discoveries, and he added it to the secret list of things that make him melt into a puddle.Â
âUgh, Dream, you canât say that.âÂ
âWhy? Because it flusters you? Because it embarrasses you? When are you gonna realize I donât listen to you? I can say whatever I want. I can do whatever I want.â He chuckled, moving his hands off of his ribs and placing his hand back on Georgeâs stomach, his fingers spread out in the same position as before. George watched as Dream flashed him a bright smile, acting as if he wasnât currently torturing the absolute hell out of him. âIs that fucking clear?âÂ
George felt his eyes growing wider and suddenly he was nodding, unable to break eye contact with Dream, as if in a trance. Dream had never spoken to him like this before, at least not this seriously. He wasnât sure if it was because he was flustered out of his mind or just because it was Dream, but one thing was for sure - he found himself wanting to listen to him. He wanted to do what Dream asked of him. He wanted to make Dream proud.Â
âGood boy, Georgie.â Dream knows exactly what that line of praise does to him, and he smirks as he says it. George felt the dizzying feeling once more, knowing that if Dream continues how he is now, he wonât be able to remember his own name. He let out a whine as Dream wiggled his ring finger lightly, squirming slightly to the left to try and relieve the feeling.Â
âStay still for me, okay angel? The more you cooperate, the easier itâs going to be for you.âÂ
George could only nod in response with a tiny squeak of acknowledgement before breaking out into giggles as Dream pressed his finger a little harder against the right side of his rib cage, rubbing back and forth slowly. This caused George to squeal, a loud cackle following as he kicked as much as he could. To his surprise, he was doing a pretty good job of keeping his upper body still, his body jerking slightly to the side but nothing more than that.Â
âSee, itâs not so bad, huh?â Dream was speaking softer than before as he watched Georgeâs eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. He smiled fondly down at him, moving his ring finger between the spaces of the ribs he could reach. Dream let out a small strained whine when he wasnât able to get to as many of the bones as heâd like.Â
âNohoho it ihihis still bahahad!â George continued to try and speak through his laughter, making Dream break out into airy giggles while he continued to wiggle his fingers along the sensitive skin of Georgeâs torso.
âOkay, still bad, but youâre doing so good!â Dream sounded genuinely proud and George thought he might combust into a million tiny pieces if he said anything else even in the realm of kindness. âI know how ticklish your little ribs are, it must be torture to endure this. But youâre doing such a good job, George. Such a good boy.âÂ
George whined again through his laughter, shaking his head as he realized Dream was even using praise against him now. The blonde wasnât playing fairly - he was using all of Georgeâs weaknesses heâd ever found out and was putting them all into play at the same time; It wasnât his fault he was so spaced out!Â
Dream began to drill his finger against the rib bones, kneading as fast as he could along as many ribs as he could reach. He lifted his palm slightly, moving it forward to get at untouched bones to make George jump. The elder could feel the way Dreamâs finger slotted perfectly in the spaces between the bones, making him attempt to buck up in ticklish agony. He was wailing now, his legs no longer kicking and arms no longer pulling every now and then - he was truly putty. He was truly Dreamâs tickle toy.Â
âNAHAHA PLEHEASE!â George thought he might die with how hard he was laughing, feeling his chest burning every time he sharply inhaled between his cackles. Dream heard the strain in his voice and slowed his finger to a gentle tracing, trying to soothe George and let him ride out the leftover giggles that continued on, even after Dream completely removed his hand.Â
âHey, itâs alright, George. Iâm right here, you did great, okay?â George was breathing heavily, taking in huge gulps of air as his breathing finally began to regulate itself. âWe have one more finger, just my pinky, but if youâre too tickled out we donât have to do it.âÂ
One thing that he always appreciated and admired about Dream was his ability to be completely genuine and only want the best for the people around him. He knew that Dream would stop if George really wanted to, and because of this George decided to let him keep going. He trusted Dream and knew he would stop regardless if he wound up changing his mind.Â
âN-Nohoho you- you cahahan,â George giggled out, looking up at Dream and giving him a smile to let the younger boy know he was okay. âJustâŠbehehe quick if you cahan, okay?âÂ
Dream couldâve teared up at how nice George was being. He was willingly letting Dream continue, even if he had just tortured the life out of him not even two minutes prior. The fact that George felt safe with Dream was all he had ever wanted, and he had no idea how to handle the feeling. He leaned forward and grabbed Georgeâs cheeks with both hands, lightly squeezing and squishing his face between his fingers.Â
âYes Iâll be quick! Oh my God, George, youâre so adorable. I canât get over it. I just had to squish you.â Dream was giggling at Georgeâs confusion spreading all over his face, his brows furrowing together and a small wobbly grin forming as he felt Dream continue to contort his face in all different ways. After a few more seconds, the blonde finally pulled back, giggling down at George and watching him attempt to hold in giggles.
âNone of that, remember?â Dream was quick to put his hand back on Georgeâs stomach, using his pinky to push into the squishy part of Georgeâs right side and causing him to thrash to the left with a squeak. âNo holding in giggles! Theyâre my reward for tickling you!âÂ
âS-Stohohop saying stuff like thahahat!â George cried out as he continued to laugh his little head off, feeling as Dream began rubbing his finger in all different directions in the middle of his side, trying to find the right place to get the biggest reaction.Â
âLike what? Me saying your giggles are a reward for me tickling you? Itâs true! They are my reward, why else would I be doing this?â Dream continued to wiggle his pinky, pausing for a second so George would look up at him. âI mean, besides the fact that you love being tickled.âÂ
George was sure his face was truly on fire with how hot his skin was, not able to control his reactions and stuttering out protests at Dreamâs accusations. He was shaking his head frantically, denying and denying and denying, all while Dream sat in silence from his place on Georgeâs hips, smiling down at him and seemingly not listening to a word George was saying.Â
âStop trying to deny it, baby. You know you do, I know you do, so let me take care of you, okay?â Dream sounded so sweet it was making Georgeâs head spin. He felt like his head was filled with cement, letting it lay against the soft cushions below him as he stared up at the ceiling. Dream resumed his tickling after another second, startling George and causing his laughter to come out more frantic than it had been.Â
George was fully dizzy now, his mind floating somewhere in space while his body remained on earth, tickled and tormented in whatever ways Dream liked. He wasnât sure how this had even started anymore, not able to think of anything else besides how big Dreamâs hand was and how badly it tickled him. The thought of Dreamâs hand being able to spread over most of his torso was flustering enough, but seeing it for himself in real time was something he never expected to see. He wasnât sure how to get his thoughts together - he actually wasnât sure if he had any other thoughts at all, besides how ticklish it felt.Â
He jolted as Dreamâs remaining four fingers began to move, digging into the spots that had been tormented minutes before. George couldnât do anything but laugh, twisting from side to side every time Dreamâs pointer and ring finger scraped between the bones in the middle of his rib cage. He had never had someoneâs focus so closely on a spot before, especially not to experiment and prolong the tickling process like this. George shook his head again, trying to shake the flustering thought from his brain before he actually melts into the cushions below him.Â
Dream added his free hand into the mix, having explored where he could reach with one hand and now using this opportunity to truly dig into Georgeâs ribs. George screamed, making Dreamâs eyes quickly flick up to his face to make sure he wasnât hurt. It sounded so desperate and raw, like it tore through Georgeâs throat to escape. When he was sure George wasnât actually in pain he continued on, squeezing and kneading and knuckling at the sensitive little ribs under his fingers. The boy below him could almost be compared to a rag doll - George was completely limp, his head thrown back with his eyes tightly shut, laughing and laughing and not putting up an ounce of a fight.Â
âLook at you, George. Youâre all tickled out, huh? I bet everything feels so much more ticklish now that Iâve flustered you a ton.â Dream teased him, trying to keep his voice in a light tone as he spoke over Georgeâs laughter. The older boy nodded, unable to answer with words because of how hard he was laughing. His face was a deep red, flushed beyond repair as his hair stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face. He was sweating and tears were falling and George couldnât tell which was which. It didnât really matter, it was all part of the overwhelming feeling of bliss George had.
âP-PLEHE- DREHE-â He was pleading through his screams, bucking up off the couch even with Dream sitting on his waist as Dreamâs pointer fingers found his sensitive back ribs, kneading circles deep into the bones there. No matter how hard he tried, George couldnât get a full word out. This signaled to Dream that George was indeed tickled out, and he really was at his limit.Â
The hands on Georgeâs ribs slowly came to a stop, Dream using his palms to try and soothe him once more of the lingering ghost tickles that were no doubt still doing their job. George couldnât stop laughing. He didnât remember the last time he was tickled like this, if ever. His chest was on fire and his throat was raw, coughing slightly when he took in a particularly deeper breath.Â
âWait one second okay? Iâll be right back.â The younger boy moved off of him and stood up from the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. Dream grabbed out two water bottles, bringing one over to George and twisting the cap before holding it out to him.Â
âThanks.â George strained out as he sat up slowly, wincing at his sore wrists from being kneeled on for so long. Dream noticed and his gentle smile turned into a concerned frown, sitting down on the couch next to George and taking the wrist that was not occupied into his own hands to begin rubbing lightly.Â
âSorry about that,â Dream apologized sheepishly, setting Georgeâs water bottle on the side table when he was finished drinking to scoop his other wrist up, now gently massaging both and smiling when George let out a little contented sigh and closed his eyes again. âI didnât mean to lean on them so hard. I got a little carried away.â
âYou think?â Dream giggled bashfully as he felt his cheeks grow warmer, looking back down at Georgeâs hands as he continued to rub along the skin of the small wrists. The blonde lifted them up, leaning his head down and meeting them halfway to give each wrist a small kiss. He pulled back, seeing George crack an eye open as he waited for Dreamâs response.
âI couldnât help it! Your laugh, like, activated something in me. I just needed to hear it more! It was like I became a tickle monster or something.â It was Georgeâs turn to be bashful, knowing damn well that Dream knew the tickle monster bit always got to him a little more. He groaned, pulling his hands out of Dreamâs to cover his own face, knowing he was blushing and wouldnât be able to control it.
âOkahay, I promise Iâm done! Iâve tortured you enough,â Dream giggled at how on edge the elder was, standing up from the couch and scooping the smaller boy up in his arms and making him shriek before he could even uncover his eyes. âAt least for today.âÂ
âDREAM! What- whahat are you dohoing?!â George kicked his legs a few times as Dream carried him bridal style towards the kitchen. All hopes of containing his blush were gone as George thought about how effortlessly Dream could lift him, carrying him like he weighed nothing. He was still giggling as Dream set him down to sit on the counter a few seconds later, squirming to the side slightly when the blonde briefly wiggled his pointer finger into his side.
âGrabbing snacks! Iâve decided weâre gonna watch a movie now.â Dream explained, turning his back to George as he began to rummage through the cabinets for anything he thought looked good.Â
âOh yeah?â George couldnât help the softness showing through his sarcasm, watching as the younger boy turned around with an arm full of popcorn and candy.Â
âYes,â He replied, handing George the snacks and picking up again, heading towards the theater room. âAnd since I almost killed you, I guess you can pick what movie we watch.â
The elder let out an over exaggerated shriek of excitement, making Dream jerk his head to the side to protect his ear from the volume of Georgeâs voice. He once again couldnât stop thinking about how easily Dream was holding him. Without permission, he let out a small squeak, eyes growing wide as they met Dreamâs in embarrassment.Â
The two broke out into giggles as Dream sat him down on one of the cushioned theater chairs, dropping the snacks on his own chair while George situated himself. Dream went and retrieved a huge blanket from the basket in the corner of the room, draping it over the two as he settled in next to George. Dream ripped open a pack of M&Mâs, giggling through an eye roll as George leaned over into the younger boyâs space with his mouth wide open.Â
âYouâre such an idiot.â He shook his head fondly as he dropped two into Georgeâs mouth anyway. The brunette giggled as he closed his mouth with a âsmackâ, sliding down in his chair to rest his back against the cushions as he pressed the button to recline it. Dream did the same, snuggling in closer to George and moving the snacks onto the blankets on top of them.Â
âWatch it, or Iâll make you watch Harry Potter for the twentieth time.âÂ
âOh God, Iâll never speak again, donât worry.âÂ
âDreheam!â The blonde was met with a soft smack on his bicep from a very giggly George, and he couldnât help but laugh at his snarky comment himself.Â
Dream watched as he grabbed the remote from the arm of the chair, opening the streaming app and flicking through the movie options. He let out a contented sigh, allowing himself to relax into the chair and closer to George. It was only when George picked a movie that he finally settled down, cuddling in closer to Dream and resting his head against the younger boyâs shoulder.Â
Yes, George may have been tickled to the brink of death by his menace of a best friend, but if it meant ending in night like this, he would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)
#lee!george#ler!dream#i.........have nothing to say#i do not apologize#and if this flusters u#u HAVE to tell me#thats the RULE đ€#but seriously though this is like...my favorite thing i've ever written#i feel like this is my child#and cal also gave me so much help and support through the whole thing everyone say thank u caaaaaaaaal#anyway#i hope u enjoy!#also theres.....over 7k words im sure theres some typos somewhere#mushie fics#mcyt tickle#my stuff
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finally delivering on the princess tutu headshots i promised... love these dysfunctional teens đ©°đđ
LOTS of notes about headcanons/design choices under the cut! like. a lot. dont say i didnt warn you
starting with my specialest guy fakir:
i had a suuuper clear vision for fakir, and i couldnt be happier with how he turned out, he looks exactly how i imagine him! trying to translate his Bird-Shaped Hair into my style gave me SERIOUS homestuck flashbacks. my affinity for knights with Problems knows no bounds...
adding the hyperpigmentation around his eyes and his acne scars is what really solidified this for me-- i put those in and was like oh!!! there you are!!! my boy!!! and you can tell because i gave him acne scars + thick eyebrows that he IS my boy... there are very clear trends among my headcanons for my faves lol. big noses, thick eyebrows, skin imperfections, heavy eyebags, long dark hair... and fakir truly has it all đ€ he is so Ideal Character Design to me
i think fakir is actually pretty self-conscious about his appearance tho! we see characters like pike and lilie say hes handsome to ahiru, but i dont know how often he actually hears that? and im sure its hard not to compare himself to mytho, who is straight out of a fairy tale; being a regular teenager dealing with regular teen body stuff is hard enough without your roommate being a magically beautiful eternally youthful storybook hero. i think he probably internalises more that people see him as scary and angry, and that the girls who do have crushes on him always frame it in contrast to mytho, who is Good and Kind and Handsome, implying (or sometimes outright stating!) that fakir is Bad and Mean and... Well...
fakir is very sensitive but quiet about it, so i think its a very private point of self-consciousness. i think he puts a lot of semi-secret effort into his appearance; canonically he has a lot of very funny and clearly customised clothing, and he chooses to keep his hair long and in a very particular style (i have a whole breakdown in my mind of how he achieves that style and it involves a surprising amount of pins and an unsurprising fuckton of teasing. i think his hair is a little fried from heat damage!), and i think that probably extends to other things, too, like manicuring his eyebrows and doing a lot of very Teenage Skincare that doesnt actually help his acne much lol. i think he probably has a lot of self-injurious habits and BFRBs like skin picking and chewing, mostly at his acne and around his nails (both of which he hates, because he knows he shouldnt but does it anyway). i think if he does it enough that theres noticeable evidence it feels, like, world-ending for him, ESPECIALLY if anyone asks what happened lol. do not perceive him except in the very specific ways and contexts he approves of THANKS
on to the narratives favorite princess, mytho:
again, i had a pretty clear idea of the vibe i wanted mytho to have going into this-- i want him to have, like, extreme prince charming vibes, very Classically Handsome without necessarily being 'conventional.' i thought a lot about 'the happy prince' story while i was working on this, and really wanted him to look like a cross between how the prince statue looks in my head and a porcelain doll. and also a cross between jonny brown and brigitte bardot? lots of very direct influences for him lol. so! lots of gold tones, gemmy eye color, cute little tooth gap, quivering wide-eyed thousand-yard-stare doe eyes and big ol dolly anime lashes, which were the very last thing i added because i was NERVOUS about pulling those off lol. they turned out cute tho! ive only done a handful of pieces for this series and i can already tell princess tutu is gonna make me up my lash drawing game considerably, these kids all look like they blink and cause a hurricane from the gale force wind of their falsies
also wait i lied the very last thing i did was add his freckles/beauty marks because he needed that little extra oomph and those were It. i think he probably has some on his hands/wrists too đ
i was a little unsure if my idea for his hair would translate with this flat-color approach but im pretty happy with it! its supposed to be afrotextured hair (somewhere between 3b and 4c i think? wide range of potential i knowww but im still kind of hammering out my headcanons okay, this is exploratory lol) thats been rolled and finger-styled into his little feather shapes. i think loose, chunky twists would be another fun way to interpret his hair and twists are one of my fave styles to draw do i might draw him like that at some point too...
i guess fakir is the one who styles his hair for him before mytho gets his heart back? i imagine fakir is pretty meticulous about maintaining mythos health and appearance, even at the worst stages of their relationship. i think itd be hard for fakir to frame the way he treats mytho as For Mythos Sake if he wasnt doing some level of actually beneficial care for him, so being really fastidious about things like mythos diet and sleep hygiene and hair care and such gives fakir an outlet for his 'you just have to do what i tell you' thing that helps him convince himself it really is helping, no really, hes doing this for mythos benefit and he just has to be strict with him because mytho doesnt UNDERSTAND he needs PROTECTING and fakir is the ONLY ONE who can do it so mytho HAS to let him because if he doesnt then why does fakir even EXIST, if he cant manage this then what is he good for, and--
yknow. the usual complexes. and their relationship is so complex!!! but also so simple, but like. in a good way. fakirs behavior is complicated but his motivation regarding mytho is SO straightforward which makes that downward spiral into harm really easy to map out... i wont go much into that in this post since this is about visual/appearance-related headcanons but just. augh. i love this show and i love these characters!!! and i hope its apparent in my work that i do love them so <3
im hoping to do a set of these for the girls next!!! i have some other stuff to finish first but hopefully... Soon... Some Birds...
#princess tutu#fakir#mytho#prince siegfried#my art#i had sooo much fun playing around with style in these... the super strong white highlights + underpainting combo looks SO lovely#i should take this approach more often i almost never do!!! it rules and is fun to do#i was listening to my fakir playlist nonstop for DAYS while working on this and still intermittently since...#it feels like ive been sitting on these for a month but its only been 5 days omg. crazy... good to know tho#anyway i love themmm theyre everything. SO fun to draw i really hope i can do more art of them. i Want To... i have Ideas >:o)#btw is putting notes on my thoughts under a cut like this interesting for yall? its fun for me but idk if yall wanna read all that#i will probably continue regardless bc i love to hear myself talk esp abt my design choices but#im curious if my notes on my thought process are interesting to anyone else#if not oh well! thats what the cut is for đ€ nobodys gotta read it if they dont wanna im doing this for Me#full color
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I need you to know that your ferdibert comic is now an important exhibit in my Explanation of Homestuck to a Three Houses mutual
this is the highest honor. thank you so much
#sterge.eml#azure-clockwork#hpnd#ty for this you made my whole month#i miss hubert⊠i gotta get back to drawinâŠ#lifeâs been Lifey but i Will see him soon đ€đ€đ€#havenât been on tumblr or ao3 much in a hot minute#been tryna get a new job and also doin some travelin which has kept me mighty busy#latter has ruled. former has sucked ass#if yâall USA folks know any places hiring freaks for remote work in web design / project management / spreadsheet jockeys hmu lol#also been workin on the climactic chapter of the vickyvesties aka The Chapter From Hell which has become a novella in itself. orz#and a secret third thing about elfgirls kissing#miiiight have too many irons in the fire⊠wonder if thats why im feelin unproductive⊠đ€ much to think about#i know this wasnât any kind of nudge nor a request for a log of my current project load but i just miss Finishing and Posting Stuff lol#i appreciate you mfers so much. lights up my day seein yâall#hubert again: đ
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Anonymous arrived at the station ! â« â«âȘâȘâȘâ« â« â« â« â” it was really cool of disney to make comics of your oc garvey * unprompted / / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !
Right ??? Like wow thank you for drawing my oc. They should REALLY do it again sometime âšÂ
#âá»â« â«âȘâȘâȘâ« â« â« â« OOC.#âá»â« â«âȘâȘâȘâ« â« â« â« ANSWERED.#âá»â« â«âȘâȘâȘâ« â« â« â« ANON.#( i love my oc so much )#( KJDHGKDFJHGFDJHJ )#( hes mine now )#( i treat him better so i own him now )#( thats the rules )#( đ€đâš )
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The phenomenon of ppl moving/visiting a country and making a living of posting TikToks with "rules" or tips to look like locals are so weird fjjdjd
#'NEVER order a sangria thats for guiris đ€ order tinto de verano instead' well first of all they are different things and second of all: Âż?#like just enjoy your fucking trip and stop trying to follow arbitrary rules#as long as you aren't a nuisance no one is going to give a fuck. embrace being a tourist guiri. its fine. its ok.#Olaya speaks#i got 7 videos on a row of this kind of account in spain. ENOUUUUGH.
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So y/n goes to this game like always everyone knows sheâs barzal wife or girlfriend when the fight happens something snaps and sheâs like yelling acting like there gonna hear her saying âHEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THATâ people are recording her or she lands on the jumbo screen and the guys saying thereâs go barzal gf or wife love to see this. They both end up going viral on Twitter mat was over the fight but y/n still was mad and going on and on saying wtf I would of squashed him if I was right there because no one grabs my man like that đ€ mat finds it entertaining because heâs never seen her this worked up and heâs kinda turned on by it knowing she would fight for him LOL even tho he wouldnât allow it but he ends up kissing her by how in love he is with her maybe gets alittle smutty
now that fight last night was quite something and god Mathew I want you to do it again! but not too often, I need you to keep looking pretty.
wc: 820
cw: alludes to sex, but not really smut (sorry Iâm working on other smut rn haha and didnât have much time to write today)
gif made by @pyotrkochetkov
You turned around from the conversation you were having with a friend to see Mat finally come out of the locker room area. When he was close enough, you could see there was a big red bruise coating his nose and part of his cheek from the fight he was in earlier. âAw, baby, are you ok?â
âPerfectly fine.â His smile was sweet and crooked as he wrapped his arms around you. Your lips brushed gently against his bruised skin then finally landed on his lips.
Once you were sure he was fine, you pulled apart and playfully punched him in the chest. âWhat the hell were you thinking? Fighting? Maty! You know my rule, no teeth, no wedding.â
He laughed. âI know your absolutely ridiculously absurd rule. Donât worry, Iâll have all of my teeth for the big day.â He kissed the top of your head, still getting excited at the mention of your wedding even after months of being engaged and it being pretty much all planned already. âAnd he attacked me. I wasnât about the back down. Iâm not scared of a little fight.â
A rush of heat flowed through you, seeing him get worked up again. And you had to admit, as much as you hated the fighting aspect of hockey, it was kind of hot seeing Mat defend himself and get into a little brawl.
âAnd it looks like youâre not as mad as youâre pretending to be.â He totally picked up on your vibes.
âAlright, so maybe it was a little hot to watch,â you admitted. âBut donât make it a regular thing.â
âSure about that?â His eyebrows raised and a little mischievous grin appeared as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
âAt least not until after the wedding. I need you looking pretty for the pictures.â
âAlright, no more fights until the wedding.â
âââ
âOk, so maybe I will keep up the fights if youâre going to be this turned on afterwards,â Mat mumbled out of breath when you rolled off him, back onto the mattress.
âYou made a promise,â you responded, yelping when his lips were back on your skin in seconds. His teeth graded your neck, down your naked chest.
âItâs very hard to resist.â He came back up to kiss you passionately. You had lost count of the amount of times you had sex within the last few hours of coming home from the game, sleeping, and waking up to more sex.
âAlright, get off me Iâm starving.â He fell back into the pillows with a laugh, but instead of getting up to go to the kitchen, you grabbed your phone for your daily morning phone time. Mat did the same.
To your surprise, there were a ton of notifications. Texts, instagram, twitter, etc. And also from people you didnât even know. A quick investigation told you that you were in fact the reason for all the fuss.
âYou seen this?â Mat had the same expression on his face, as he was looking through the exact same type of notifications. People sending a video of you from the game last night, yelling during Matâs fight. The person who filmed it was too far away to pick up audio, but based on reading your lips, people could tell you were yelling something the lines of âHEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THATâ.
You looked to Mat for his reaction, but he was just laying there, naked, watching the video over and over again, his jaw slowly dropping. You watched him nervously, internally cringing that a video of you like that was currently trending. Mat finally faced you.
âMy girl.â He laughed and was back on top of you in seconds. âMy feisty girl. And here I thought you were upset I was fighting, but you would have easily stepped in.â
âI was just trying to protect your pretty face.â He smiled wide and started attacking you with kisses, sucking and biting your skin.
âI had no idea you could get so worked up.â
âIâve been hanging around you for too long.â He chuckled and kissed you deeply. You could never get enough of him.
âProtecting me. Iâm supposed to be the one protecting you.â
âYou clearly need it.â You loved teasing him, especially since his kisses got more intense the longer it went on.
âIâm pretty sure I won that fight last night, so I can protect myself.â He got on his knees and his lips wandered down your body. One of his hands grabbed your breast, massaging it, while his lips started assaulting the other. He licked around your nipple, sucking and biting it playfully. âBut my job is to take care of you.â
He moved further down the mattress, getting ahold of your thighs and roughly pulling them apart. âNow be a good girl and let me do my job.â
#mat barzal#mathew barzal#mat barzal fic#mat barzal imagine#mat barzal blurb#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl blurb#hockey fics#hockey imagine#nhl smut#smut#hockey smut
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BY blushydior
HOW I CHANGED MY LIFE WITH THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION
note: post inspired by @cinefairy (ÂŽÍ á” `Í) âĄÂ°âÌ + brief mentions of sensitive topics
âĄâ my life before:
i dealt with immense abuse and toxicity. the whole works. i was in foster care, constantly traveling to different countries. iâve been depressed and suicidal, failed attempt after attempt since i was 7. traveled city to city during hs to sleep, had to look for shelter at 19 because the abuse got too much, having to take care of children all my life & never having time to live for myself â it was for as long as i could remember to the point where feeling numb, empty, sad & hopeless was the normal to me. i was confident in myself, ill give myself that; only because ever since i was little i dreamt big. but that kept being pushed away the more i dealt with my circumstances. but i just knewâ something inside me was telling me that i was special. after finding out loa, slump after slump, i did it. i never gave up. and im proud that i never did.
even after i renewed this blog, i had still been dealing with depression and was hospitalized for it but i. did. it. im here living my dream life and you can be too.
âĄâ my life now:
i have: financial freedom, my desired appearance from head to toe, buying the most luxurious houses in my desired states/cities, revised my name, semi socialite, model, elevated my interests into talents such as painting, drawing, singing, dancing, film, edit, writing, photography, i now own multiple businesses, a soon to be author, amazing intelligence, fluent in multiple languages, martial arts, desired friends, always being safe, friends with a few of my fave celebs, spoiling my nieces & nephews, and a dream bf literally as all of my favorite book boyfriends combined. heâs perfect. + so much more.
i still canât process this sometimes but i seriously made myself the dream girl my younger self always knew was in me.
âĄâ how i did it:
simplified the law. made my own rules. decided what my new story was. left the old one to die out and most importantly: took it easy on myself. i was doing my best to live my dream life because i knew it was possible. so why be so hard on myself?
it took some time at first considering my circumstances but thats why we persist, my love. affirming and persisting. never giving up. kept the faith. thatâs it. it didnât take longer than a month!
đ â my note to everyone:
you can do it. itâs possible. and you deserve to live your dream life. itâs okay to have doubts, itâs okay to question yourself, the law, etc. whatâs important is that you GET UP, be gentle and kind to yourself. i stg you better be nice to urself⊠đ€đč and persist.
i love you, i love you, i love you. blushydior loves you!!!! so much. and is giving the warmest and tightest hugs to everyone who is reading thus far. it was a heavy topic considering how much of a private person i am but i had to make it. thank you for reading. it means so much to me. - đ§ž
special thank you, hugs & kisses to @cinefairy @heraisgod â ⥠the most inspiring people ever. you were the ones who kept reminding me to keep pushing and to be strong. i owe you everything.
- blushydior âĄ
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people treat the issue of bluffing in mtg like its something you have to listen to and take seriously. if youre at a tournament and you actually care about anything your opponent says outside of direct game actions, thats on you. real spikes go deaf đŻđ„đ€
this is what really gets me about the YGO rulings, like, you guys were actually trusting your opponents? in a competitive game with one winner and one loser?
and that's just addressing 1v1 games. imagining EDH without bluffing (or even voluntarily revealing cards from your hand!) is actually making my head hurt a little
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Hallo! You know who is someone I donât see many people appreciating? Ganyu! Imagine a neurodivergent creator reader who is the one that finds her when sheâs going through one of her crises when she doesnât know if she belongs with the humans or Adepti and reader can understand her because thatâs how they feel as well about life?? And about their old world and sometimes this one??
I feel that they could potentially bond over that and maybe even realize Ganyu is also somewhat neurodivergent in some way?? Or sheâs very socially inept in some ways and reader can relate and share in those worries so the two just sometimes sit together shoulder to shoulder and just not say anything and just relax and everyone is confused??? Anyways thatâs all for me, keep up the great work! :D
-Bonk anon
GOD, NEURODIVERGENT ASKS, JUST HAVE MY WHOLE HEART IN YOUR HANDS đđđ€Čđ€Čđđ
JUST TAKE IT I DONT NEED IT-
ALSO LESSER ASKED FOR/LESS POPULAR CHARACTERS??
SIGN ME TF UP-
Ahhh, look at her... I would die for her, kill for her... either way, what bliss âšïž
also fuCK mihoyo, sheâs fat and beautiful and so thats how she gonna be written. đ€
saw this in my mailbox forever ago and as i was workng thru them, was just like, âdamn that Ganyu ask is so close im so excited to write abt her <33â
â
Sun:Â Neurodivergent!Reader, Gender Neutral (they/them)
Orbit:Â tiny scenario +headcanons
Stars:Â Ganyu, my dearest.
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: talk of low self-esteem & Trigger Warnings: talk of low self-esteem, neurodivergent struggles, talk of missing meals (ganyu wants to schedule out her lunch-breaks).
when youâd initially explained to the (actually scarily strong irl) genshin characters whoâd been claiming all kinds of wild stuff about you (âThe Last Descender! The World Player!â)
youâd been in Liyue at the time, and out of everyone, the first you could see believed you were a mortal on Earth before (and not ruling it đ) was Ganyu.
Sheâd looked shocked, like the others, but you could quickly see her get more and mire visibly twitchy and excited as you explained further
(rlly unlike the just,, utter confusion on Xiaoâs, Zhongliâs, Shenheâs, and Cloud Retainerâs faces, so convinced of your divinity thereâs no way you could be human- even just acting like one-)
but you did, and Ganyu loved it.
you actually didnât interact much for the first month you were stuck in a gacha video game (the other alloegenes, gods, adepti, and citizens, including international, pulling you around for opinions on this and that)
But one night you couldnât sleep (the Qixing provided amble spacious housing in a temple already apparently dedicated to you, one youâd never seen in game)
Itâd been⊠a rough day.
Everywhere you went, miscommunications followed, and you still didnât really know how to mask properly around these just- well, since they were real, aliens
sure, they mimicked stuff about humans, but not the people/culture youâd mostly been around, (and the adepti had their own code of behavior, which was so complex youâre sure they shouldâve made an actual social behavior manual by now)
but you just couldnât escape the endless cycle, not only that, but your executive function had apparently forgotten to keep up with some important appointments or otherwise things you had needed to get done earlier, so you were scrambling to send a late letter to Fontaine inventors who needed to get the project started in 3 days, which is how long the letter takes to get there, oh gods, and you needed to check on Inazuma, apparently Seirai island is getting lightningy again and the Raiden Shogun wants you in person as soon as possible to aid her with it, but you need to attend a Knights of Favonius meeting in 2 days-
Yeah. You were stressed, and honestly? crumbling under the pressure.
So youâd snuck out of your rooms (dodging the patrolling guards) and went to the office of the one person who knew whoâd understand
Ganyu. Scribbling and mumbling in her office to herself, late into the night
Sheâd jumped at you slipping in without knocking (avoid the Milieth at all costs, even tho ur literally god and youâve been told you can do whatever you want mostly)
and knocked a whooooollleee stack of papers to the floor, scattering it everywhere đ
youâd scrambled to start picking them up,, but then she stops you frantically saying âNo, no, itâs okay, itâs not a big deal I promise, thereâs no need to cry over these silly papers, heaven-sent!â
what??
oh.
oh no.
itâd just been one more thing youâd messed up on top of all of today (and tbh this whole month whirlwind of becoming some kind of god of the continent)
and Ganyu was, Ganyu <3
she was sweet and kind and so overwhelmingly helpful, how could you make a mess of her life too-
âEmperor? Huangdi?â
youâre just sitting on the floor now, but you startle when she gently holds your upper arms, calling your name very softly, so soft if she wasnât saying you actual name youâd think she was talking to something else, something precious to her
the qilin guides you up, easily supporting your weight, she directs you to her couch, and manuvers you into laying your head across her plush thighs, the half-adeptiâs pants arenât as skin-tight like in-game, theyâre actually the cosiest fabric youâve ever laid on (or maybe thatâs just a combination of your fragileness and her thick thighs)
she rubs your shoulder and back, offering a tissue (when did she get that-)
and thatâs when you know youâve chosen your first friend in Teyvat perfectly :)
â
you sneak out nearly every night for those first few months in Liyue (not including travel, which you tried to limit or youâd both make an excuse why she needed to come with lol)
just to sneak into her office, and youâd nearly cried a second time on her when she offered some notes about both standard human and adepti behaviors (after all, sheâs had to study them both to fit into both)
Ganyu learns to do your hair and you do hers đ„ș she canât bring herself to trust anyone to cut her hair but you, and you always try to do styles that donât get in her way <3
like buns with a braid wrapped around it, or two space buns (Keqing didnât say anything but Ganyu gossiped to you about how she could see a little smile on her face whenever she ran into Ganyu that week, obviously cutely thinking how they matched)
While of course the first thing Ganyu did was propose to help you schedule/manage your time so you wouldnât have to rely on your non-existent executive function-
youâd also made sure to literally plop ur chin over her shoulder to make sure you saw âbreakâ AT LEAST once a day, now that she was incorporating herself a little into ur schedule too (Ganyu fought tooth and nail to get rid of that lunch-break, but then you threatened to also not eat, and she caved so fast LMAO)
(bc sheâs a die-hard workaholic ofc she wants this, after you heard abt her schedule in-game youâd thought it was lucky she was not fully human or she wouldâve dropped dead, but now even moreso watching that horror in real time đ)
which!! she!! is so!! (at this point you usually just squeeze her round cheeks a little too hard before then wrapping your arms as far as they can go around her torso and squeezing even harder-)
After a couple of âyour trauma đ€ my traumaâ nights, she honestly understood really well where your limits were so to speak, what you could and simply couldnât do
and was the first one willing to explain to people you have executive dysfunction (and was quick to cut off any âjust try harder/pull yourself up by your bootstraps/just believe in yourselfâ nonsense when if came to your disabilities, even tho those were few and far between moments if any)
afterall, people had expected the same from her, and she frequently fell into that thinking herself (it also didnât help that as you tried to give her a normal schedule at first, which benefitted her human side more, it felt like the Qixing was stumbling to keep up with the supernatural workload now being distributed)
Ganyu knew it had been your influence originally that helped her when sheâd had her workload lightened/then followed by the traveler when she ran off
(and regardless of the truth too, when youâd finally gotten the courage to tell her how you actually interacted with Teyvat, unable to steer actions from what the plot dictated)
sheâd still attributed it to you, (âwell, you couldâve always just picked up your things and left, yes? But even if it was âpre-plannedâ like you say, you still wanted to follow through and wereâŠÂ ahem, h-happy for m-me, right?â youâd smacked right into her you stimmed so relieved)
You didnât exactly know how to explain it, bc everyone was really accepting,
from citizens to nobles, officials and guards, to vision-users, gods and other supernatural beings that inhabited Teyvat
no one judged you for unmasking/stimming, but in that way that meant they didnât really understand what was different about you, they just knew you were and theyâd still decided to treat you with the same adoration anyway
but Ganyu,
she treated you the same but knew what stims you did when you were happy or excited, what ones comforted you, what your latest verbal stims were, and what your âclassicsâ were (u never had to tell her, she just learned them quick and all on her own, bless this woman đ )
Ganyu understood all the good and all the bad and saw you unmasked and still laughed so hard at your jokes she fell into your side and always asked another question about your hyperfixations/interests
youâd quickly realized there were a lot of neurodivergent overlaps between stuff Ganyu did and what you did
(whether or not she herself was, you just assumed yes based on what you researched, but there wasnât any official testing in teyvat)
it makes more sense to you after applying the neurospicy filter to all her actions why sheâs so obsessed with work (she hyperfixates on certain projects the Qixing has going, and has a long-term passive fixation on scheduling/stationary/related office work stuff)
but this also meant you understood why she was always asking for more about you, your mortal world, your time here, where you wanted to go in teyvat, what you wanted to do, howâd you feel when the game did this to someone, what about-?
needless to say you couldnât (and didnât have to đ„Č) contain your stims at knowing you became a slight hyperfixation for her
she got all embarassed and blushy about it!!! <333đ© (and did that cute thing where she just kinda sways in place holding her hands together when bashful or nervous âšđâš)
unrelated to above, but your favorite thing (besides sightseeing or eating at yet another new restaurant in liyue) to do together is go do something childish
like playing childrenâs games (hopscotch, or hill sliding in ganyus case) from both ur childhoods
u thought itd be a good idea to get Ganyu to relax a little more and have more fun outside her job!
(again, unrelated bc idk im scattered with these headcanons, the cryo user loves when you help her pick new outfits at stores not bc she wants to impress u what)
ok last unrelated headcanon i promise,
Ganyu wasnât overly affectionate before, honestly she was always going too fast to stop for those kind of casual touches (and when was there time in her old scedule)
but after a month of getting comfortable around each other, she subconciously gets up from her desk (mid-reading a file/carrying it with her lmao)
and sits on her office couch, making room for you to lay on her (and she is the perfect pillow)
(you dont point it out, you know sheâll get too embarassed, and you refuse to lose Ganyu cuddles <3)
â
im so glad im not the only one who took one look at Ganyuâs problems in life and was like, âdamn im neurospicy, ur so right, blue-frosty-magical-half-deer-secretary-womanâ
btw itâs on the masterlist âturn on the background music?â but hereâs really long playlist I made for sagau stuff!
mostly game music but also other fun songs i hope fit, mostly based of my blog so itâs not dark (as the other playlists under SAGAU search on spotify looked dark too lmao)
Safe Travels Bonk Anon,
đâ
I mentioned making a kofi before, but I think Iâll start including it in posts too if u guys dont mind!
An iced coffee? For me?? :O
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âĄthe belovedsâĄ
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist /Â @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche / @chocogi / @fallen-starr / @areaderofbooks
#tis slow going over here at deadaqua.com#i wanna write a bunch then post it all at once#idc if that makes me a menace#i am free#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin isekai#genshin imagines#my asks#ganyu x reader#sagau ganyu#self aware genshin au#gender neutral reader#genshin impact sagau#could be platonic but i implied romantic#but ill tag anyway#sagau platonic#genshin x reader
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The fact that Poseidon ordered for a throne to be made for Percy which would be placed beside his is so sussssss lmaoo
Since imperial/royal prince and princesses don't really get to have their own thrones, only ruling monarchs. The only throne beside the monarch, if there even is any, would be the consort's đđđđđ
I love the layers of incest you're putting lmaooo I don't think even Poseidon understands his actions. He just wants something and gets it done without realizing the implications. Does Percy know that having her own throne is kinda weird and unnecessary? She doesn't seem thrilled about it đđ
EHFSAFAHDBV YES THATS IT
princesses and princes usually DONT have their own throne. only the king/emperor and sometimes the queen/empress has one too, but not the kids!!!
poseidon's fully aware that what he's doing goes against the rules of the throne room (or whatever the fuck they would call it) and he knows what this could imply, he just doesn't care. his daughter is perfect and deserves to have a throne right next to his AND HE WILL HAVE IT đ€
as for percy, she has no clue that only emperors and sometimes empresses have a throne. nor does she know that her having a throne implies that she's his consort, girl is CLUELESS lmao đđ
she was only uncomfy because she thinks its a bit much. remember, she was a broke teenage girl from new york. she doesn't see it as necessary to have her own throne, she probably would've suggested a regular foldable chair to place next to his if he wasn't so insistent about the throne đđđ
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okayyy basically first period we had religious studies an cuz im just soo smart i got like 84 out of 96 on my christianity and islam paper. đwe did the test before the holidays an they gave the results back ONLY now đ anyway thats completly irelevant... đ€Ł but we hav a new seating plan AGAINNN and i sit next to my boyfriend woooo!! but.. he kept saying he was sleepy cuz he slept for 3 hours only. so he kept leaning on me and my teacher kept tellin him to get off of me đ
then 2nd i cant even remeber what we had but the teacher gave him a detention cuz he had trainers on instead of "school schoes" LMAO! but the thing is they literally nike air forces like, jus got a logo an its an issue? same style shoes from fucking idk KICKERS đ would be PERFECTLEY fine! he was also in a bad mood cuz he dint sleep đ€ so he was arguin with him and ended up gettin taken out the class.. they srsly worry bout the stupidest things but things like bullying or EVEN racism r just IGNORED!!!!! for example one of my friends wears a hijab and theres this old ass teacher whos jewish (not an issue but it needs to be said for my point!)who keeps giving her dirty looks and saying things in arabic to her but she dont understand it? one boy who can understand him once said he told her she was "going to hell" and "following the wrong religion". LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUALLL FUCK? hes disgusting!!! hes also... got an israel flag in his classroom? like hows that even allowed? not even the point that i support palestine. its the fact theyre allowed to hav that in their room and its not an issue? cuz things like fucking voting for a new prime minister was kept secret by teachers cuz apparently they dont want "to influence us" but thats okay and wont influence ANYONE???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE? yuckkk
then last period we had maths and my bf kept complaining that his head was hurtin and cuz the schl wont let u go to the ofice to get paracetamol or any medication during lesons, we bring our own.. (which SUPRISEEE!! is not allowed) and i went to give him one and this fucking bitch comes up to me and says that i should not be bringing that to school, who knows if that actually medicine, and that ill need to go the head teacher to explain y i decided do that as it was unsafe. đ€Ł like 3 years ago they sent my friend home for taking paracetamol at schl cuz they thought he was gonna overdose? uhhh he had 1? 1!!!!!!! LMAO! he had a HEADACHE!! i said i wasnt going bc i dint actually DO anything and we would just waste time for literally no reason.. ofc she didnt like that and said i was talking back an being disrespectufl. i went but the head teacher kinda likes me so she said it was okay but i shouldnt do it again and i said i wouldnt (absolutle fucking lie) then when i came bakck my boyfriend took his water bottle and said to me "ive got vodka in here" and i said "thought u said u stopped all that" as A JOKE! bc i know he obviously DOES NOT hav vodka in his bottle LMAO. but this teacher was like "well now i need to smell it to see if ur being serious" he started laughing an got sent out đ its actually becoming an issue atp LOLL.
ughhh cant wait to leaveeee!!!!! and SORRY its SO LONG đ«ą
good job on ur religions test love !! so proud of you đ«¶
here they go messing w ur bf againđđ« AND UNT UNT THAT TEACHER MESSING WITH UR ARABIC FRIEND ??? HE'LL REALLY CATCH THESE HANDS CAUSE YOU NOT FINNA GIVE POOKIE DIRTY LOOKS & TALK SHIT THE FUCK ?? AND HES A FUCKING ISRAEL SUPPORTER WHAT THE FUCK.
ur school is weird as fuck, like the rules & shit don't make no sense to me. anyone should be allowed to go to the medical office if their feeling sick or just not feeling well like wdf ??
#kiwi's love letter đ#kiwi's moots đ„â#kiwi's asks đ„đ#angvlarabella đ#mattslolita đ#answered đ#anons đ#asks đ
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lost in the puzzle of a teenage mind
-F lure is surprisingly well known in the school
-(Partially because Lato is attached to him on the days he comes to school)
-like everyone seems to know him but he doesnât have a lot of friends
-The theater club is where he THRIVES and is basically a celebrity there
-He makes all the costumes for the play and musicals they put on, and that saves them massive budget sometimes.
-Mans has never come to school in a half put together outfit and gets asked for fashion advice by half the girls in his class.
-But you get special privileges >:)
-your basically the female lead for EVERY school play since middle school.
-And youâve been wearing his clothes since middle school
-Thats right, youâve heard it here folks, youâve known this guy since beginning of middle school.
-but Flure, being as shy as he is, has never been able to get close to you.
-and it PISSES HIM OFF
-mf definitely didnât have many friends in middle school
-and he wanted to your friend đ„Č
-but he literally cannot function around you
-You would think after working with you for so long heâd be comfortable around you
-nope
-imma make things hard fo you no happiness
-Middle school passed and yaâll were nothing more than members of the same club
-much to flureâs dismay
-AND MUCH TO YOURS TOO
-At this point you just wanted to hold a freaking conversation with him thats NOT related to theater
-but he seems so uncomfortable around you so you come to the conclusion that he hates you
- i donât make the rules anxiety and misunderstanding do.
-But then there is the magic that is the first year of highschool
-And my god did it do wonders for you guys
-Mostly because the awkward phase of middle school was over and you were both first year theater kids that didnât know anyone :â)
-and slowly you got to actually know Flure as he did you.
-flure was more sassy then you thought he would be from your few conversations with him
-and Flure could see why you were popular in middle school
-no matter what you think your a joy to be around
-flure is now apart of your fan club
-you guys had more than half your classes together so you basically spend every school hour together
-and after school since you guys are in the same club
-after a while Flure started inviting you over to his house
-(he had to hype himself up for that)
-but he managed in the end and yâall probably spent half the school year messing around at his house after school.
-Flure definitely tried to show you how to sew but he didnât prepare enough bandaids đ
-âŠ..it didnât go well
-but he also found out YOU BAKE?
-like you always have sweet on you and you share them with him cuz sweet toothed people unite.
-heâs helped you bake a few cakes and heâs not that bad actually.
-and eventually you get added to a small friend group with Lato and Miyaji
-but since lato doesnât come to school often and miyaji is a senior itâs usually yâall just ducking around all day with each other
-and this just further solidifies Flureâs crush on you.
-AND HE TRIES TO GIVE HINTS HE REALLY DOES.
-it seemed like anytime he planned to do something cool to impress you it goes horribly wrong.
-Did you see his super cool moves in the gym?
-âŠ..no he did not get hit in the face with the ball
-yeah he made you this super cool bow to match your dress
-your dress got shredded by your cat
-yeah he studied extra hard to show off in class
-he studied the wrong materials and knew nothing
-oh hereâs white day chocolates
-no theyâre not obligatory đ€Ź
-letâs you borrow his phone and you find the folder he made that Iâd JUST PHOTOS OF YOU.
-(and yes he has a bunch of pictures of you cuz your his muse and his inspiration đ€)
-AND LATO DOES NOT HELP
-teases flure about his obvious favoritism forward you.
-BUT HE TEASES HIM IN FRONT OF YOU AND HE DOESN'T WANT YOU YO FIND OUT LIKR THIS
-heâs both lucky and unlucky that your dense
-But also unlucky for him by the time second year came around you made other friends
-he, in fact, did not make new friends
-heâs shy and really just content with hanging around yâallâs little friend group.
-BUT WHY ARE YOU HANGING AROUND AMMON?
-that guy is so cool ;-;âŠ.. and Flures notâŠ.
-you also started skipping some of the club activities to the point you lost your part as female lead for the upcoming play.
-now he has to get measurements for a new girl but he has your memorized >:(
-although he doesnât know how to say it heâs distressed by you not sticking to him like usual
-like besides Miyaji and Lato he doesnât have any other close friends and your not even showing up at the lunch room anymore ;-;
-And he literally likes you so much, but your too dense for your own good likeâ
-you still go to his house after school, but not as often anymore.
-went from having you over five days a week to two or three.
-and it wasnât like anything else had changed.
-you still acted the same and brought them sweet treats
-Flure starts to think heâs just being sensitive ;-;
-he also doesnât know how or if he should even bring it up.
-but he gets kinda desperate to confess to you cuz what if you grow apart and he never gets to tell you?
-anxiety go đ
âI think telling them would be best,â Miyaji said one day while at lunch. Miyaji always being the mature soul he was, was more than happy to give Flure advice where he could. Flure played with a straw of his drink in thought, âthis is troublesome.â
âYou both value honesty,â Miyaji pointed out, but he knew Flure likely would struggle to vocalize his thoughts in your presence. âLiving honestly,â was all Flure could mumble in response. Flure wanted to be honest with you. He wanted more than anything to tell you that he was upset with you spending less time with him. He wanted to be honest about how he wasnât sure if it was proper for him to be upset about these things, because he didnât own your time.
âWhy not write a letter,â Miyaji came to a final resolution, âYou can be honest about how how you feel, and not have to face her directly,â Flure lit up at that. Because it was perfect! And with this is he ended up being rejected it could be non verbal and hopefully you both could just ignore that this ever happened!
-Flure spent three days pouring his heart and soul into a letter that he rewrote at least seven times.
-but the real challenge came when giving it to you
-he couldnât give it to you in the morning cuz you would read it and itâs be awkward the rest of the day (preparing himself for rejecting guys)
-BUT HE SETTLED ON GIVING IT TO YOU AT LUNCH
-he has some confidence >:)
-but hereâs the problem
-WHERE TF ARE YOU??
-He never really learned where you went during lunch.
-so he goes on an adventure to find you
-he eventually came to find you in the garden.
-which is shocking because you kill any plant you touchâ
-BUT WHY ARE YOU WITH AMMON AGAIN >:(
- you skip lunch with him to talk with Ammon? ;-;
âI donât really know how to describe it,â you hummed playing with the flower Ammon had handed you. Visibly lost in deep thought as you gently touched the soft petals of the flower. This particular flower was going out of season, there's no way Ammon would pluck his precious flowers for any reason. As a matter of fact he refused to let you touch the flowers in the garden knowing your reputation with plants. âIs it possible to just wake up one day and decide I don't enjoy something? Especial when i revolved my entire life around itâŠâ
Ammon only hummed as he finally sat down by your legs, hands covered in dirt from his previous working. âPeople fall in and out of love all the time,â He said after giving it some thought, âPeople, foods, hobbies, it's okay to fall out of love.â
âI,....â It seemed as though the words almost hurt to admit to yourself but after a moment you were finally able to accept it, âI donât⊠really like doing theater.â The words were heavy, and it made you feel anxious just admitting to this, and it felt shameful in a way. Like you were ashamed to be honest about your feels. But you valued honesty, and you couldnât lie to yourself anymore.
âAnd that's okay,â He hummed, tapping his foot, âBut you can't run away forever,â he said, poking you in the leg with a grin on his face. âDon't get me dirty,â you hissed, swatting his hand away, âAnd I'm not running away! I'm just⊠easing myself out of the situation. So itâs not a big deal when I do leaveâ
âYour just nervous what your little boyfriend will feel betrayed so your running away,â he leased further only causing youtube blush even more. âHeâs not my boyfriend!â you denied kicking Ammon over onto the grass, while he only laughed at your flushed face.
-Whta. the . FAWK
-Your leaving theater? ;-; AND not telling him??? Jail.
-You indeed did not get the letter then
-But you did indeed get a text to come over to his house after school
-You were done being stupid if Flure had anything to do with it.
-The letter? Somewhere in his backpack.
-You? All over his mind.
-And you could tell
-Youâve known him long enough to know when something is bothering him
-And the fact that he wouldnât tell you was stressing you out royally.
-Like Flure would sometimes open up to you?
-But when he didnât it made you nervous, especially when you could tell it was seriously bothering him.
Youâve been to his house a thousand times but his was very different. Your anxiety was doing loops as you sat on his bed, a bed you have concluded was wayyy better than yours. Many of the blankets he had made himself, and were all the most comfortable. He even made you one before, one you had religiously kept on your bed since you received it as a Christmas present. You always preferred things made by Flure, the quality was something you could count on when he made it himself. Scarfs, sweaters, and other sloth gifts he had spent his time on just to make you happy. Giving gifts and acts of service were his love languages and you knew that more than anyone.
âYou should have told me you didnât enjoy theater anymore,â he saw quickly breaking the silence. He had been thinking of what to say to you on the walk here. He had thought of a thousand things to say. But when it came down to it his thoughts scrambled themselves and he could only string together half baked ideas that struggled to fit together. âI mean just not showing up is more inconvenient- and it made us scramble to put things together- And I know youâve been avoiding me and honestly that made thins worse-â He spoke quickly in a scramble to try and convey his thoughts. But for some reason it felt like you guys were back in middle school. When he struggled to put together any sort of thoughts around you. And before you had properly gotten to know each other. Four years just to be back to square one.
âI-...â You bit your lip as you struggled to put together one coherent thought, trying to defend yourself in any way you could. But there was no denying that you were selfish to run away. âIâm a big coward aren't i?â you mumbled in responses. You pulled your legs up to your chest and buried you face in your knees. You wanted to hide, once again you wanted to be a coward and hide away from the stress of simply admitting you did something stupid. But Flure didnât deserve that.
âI was scared you would hate me,â you mumbled with your eyes closed. Your chest felt heavy, but relieved at the same time. Admitting your flaws was hard, but you wanted to be honest with yourself as well as lure.
âThat is by far the most stupid thing you could have thought,â He said plainly, which caught you off guard. You looked up from your knees to see Flureâs face was almost a red as yours. Being this honest with each other was new for the both of you, but that was okay.
So you laughed
You laughed at how stupid you were, at how you were worrying over nothing, âYeah.. i guess your right,â was all you could say as you finally recovered from yout fit of laughter. With a huff, Flure moved to sit in front of you, âAnd donât think ill just forgive you!â he said crossing his arms with a huff, which only made you laugh once again. Finally you felt like you could lift yourself.
âAlright Flure,â you said, unfolding yourself, feeling more comfortable, âi'll bake you your favorite cupcakes? How's that sound?â But Flure looked unsatisfied, but also became more red you waived patiently for him top agree aesthetically. But he never did, instead he looked away from you. âFlure?....â
He mumbled.
âI canât hear youuuuuu.â
â.well ..DateâŠ.. Just once?â He mumbled through his words and you could barely pick out what he said. But what you could make out made your face flare up with red. Flure sputtered at your quiet reaction, âWell I-! If you're okay with it thenâŠâ
âYeah okay,â Your said with a bright red face leaning into his side, âLet's do it.â
âThatâŠsounds niceâ
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These people are literally insane, it's crazy how clear it is that they see slavery and colonization etc as just things that happened one time way back then that are somehow alive still today like it was an entity or something working on its own will and not something in which the system we live on today is built on, that is literally being upheld by the people who literally rule the world (white people) its literally like "don't blame white people today for white supremacy" like it's not something that happened one day and stayed on like some kind of switch, it's literally still alive and well because white people benefit and are privileged by it all around the world not just usa đ like "Why can't you just get over this thing that it's gonna continue to affect you and the people like you even after you die? đ yeah i benefit from it but its not my faultđ€ thats just how things are cant help it đ„ș"
like her politics are just âforgive and forget donât hold grudges over the past donât be mad at ppl for the things their ancestors didâ all while directly benefiting from those things and downplaying the severity of those things like where am i. what is this place
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*points* why u draw dinah so cute thats my question >:((
*gasp* me? đ because she is the most cutest and sassiest girl out there! đ€ that's how it is, i don't make the rules ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
(but fr tysm! u đ€ me, and our love for dinah)
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Hi, hope your day is going good!! đ«
For the Character Ask Game...
BAKUGOU - 7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
URARAKA - 13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?
MIDORIYA - 12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?
Tysm kiya!!! :] same to you đ
Bakugou - 7 : Whats something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
Oh. So, so much. People have amazing ideas. One I've always liked is when people grab him, shake him, and proclaim him Best Friend Material (i am people).
Not in a sense that he's especially ooc, but he just... does the little things. He gives offhanded comments about how you look like shit and whips you up something to "kill your tastebuds" before scuttling off to do his thing alone. Flops into the seat next to you when you're doing your homework So Wrong and he has to help bcuz it hurts to watch. Can and will gossip with you about that shitty person who dumped you while you do nails together and watch a movie.
He isn't the kind to coddle you or always be ready to listen to all your troubles -- emotions are Difficult and he struggles enough with his own --, but he's dependable when it counts. He doesn't have a very big social battery, but he cares. In his own way.
Uraraka - 13 : What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you if this character or you think they would use a lot?
đ” full stop /j/j
I do think she'd actually use a money symbol tho, even when she does become a pro hero, simply for the bit. I imagine her much more expressive when shes older, so i think she would eventually use đ€đ
đ€đ and similar when talking to friends/being silly, đž all the flowers, and she likes to post about adventures/food while using corresponding emojis. When she hears The Tea about a friend's woes with a friend/lover/stranger, she would Definitely be "where are they lets square up đ€đ€đ€đ€" before comforting them
Midoriya - 12 : What's a headcanon you have for this character?
What headcanons DONT i have for him he takes up all the brain space. Absolutely breaking the rules and going rapidfire fun fact happy hour
He has a little tilt to his jaw thats almost imperceptible if you aren't looking close (Katsuki Percieves) so when he talks you can see that his teeth align just a bit off
Absolutely fantastic gift-giver
His voice gets a little deeper and has more grit when he mumbles (aka Katsuki's human ASMR machine)
Just. The worst humor known to man. /pos
Not very ticklish, but absolutely a tickling menace
Very weak brain to mouth filter. Combine it with his library of cursed facts and you get him spitting out just horrendous things on the daily
He gets a lot more work done with body doubling, muttering, and fidgeting
Waits to learn someone's personal space and boundaries. Reserved with his own issues
#asks#answers#epickiya722#kiya#nex's nonsense#bnha#mha#bakudeku#bkdk#bakugou katsuki#midoriya izuku#uraraka ochako#headcanon
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Ok y'all, here's the plan:
So, first off, we've successfully relocated and though I'll be quite busy these next few weeks, I am still actively working on everything I owe y'all. PLUS, is ya girl's birfday monf!!! Best month for sure, for sure. đđđŸââïž
@midnight-the-shadow-wolf Thank you for your patience hun, I am still working on your request and will have it up as soon as possible.
There's also two other requests in my inbox and unfortunately I'm not able to tag you guys, but hopefully you remember who you are. đ Lord willing, I'm going to watch ATSV on the 9th and will be able to fulfill Miguel and Miles related asks more accurately after such time. In the meantime, feel free to send in your requests for them (provided you read the rules first)!
Til then though, I got some Miguel angst and the much requested Yandere!Miguel continuation planned for y'all! (I also got like this super self-indulgent drabble to post as a prequel to the angst and once it's up I'd really appreciate you guy's feedback. đ)
To my people that followed me for Connor content, first, thank y'all ever so much for your patience, y'all are the real ones. đ„ș Secondly, I'm not even gone cap, I have lowkey accidentally misplaced my inspiration to write things for him, but I promised y'all more content for him and darnit, thats what I'm gonna provide! đ€
All that to say, please bare with me y'all, Tee Tee Ari's gettin' it together. đ
Also I apparently surpassed 700 followers!!?!??! Thank y'all so much????
I truly appreciate every one of my followers and I thank y'all sincerely for every interaction y'all have with me. Really helps keep my spirits high. đ
Ok, I believe das all. Ari out!âđŸ
#connor kenway#ratonhnhaké:ton#miguel o'hara#spiderman 2099#spider man 2099#miles morales#follower milestone#milestone#birthday month
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