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justmenoworries · 2 years

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thoughts on “Thanks to Them” in no particular order:

I am LOVING the all-out representation in this special! Lumity pictures! Luz officially coming out as bi!, the pride flags everywhere! Camila being a massively supportive mom and even reading up on gender-identity! Luz and Camila’s pins!!! casual representation through side characters!!!!!!

Vee’s new human form is so frickin adorableee

I know next to nothing about Masha but the small detail of their name plaque informing visitors that they go by they/them made me so incredibly happy, you don’t even know. what little we do get to see of them is nice too, we’re a sucker for no-nonsense nerds in this household!

the Luz angst in this special hurt me. Luz bby nooo, don’t blame yourself for what a shitty old white man did!

I am. so bitter about Disney chucking TOH. we could have had a whole season of Luz and the witch kids being a happy patchwork family in the human realm. and the mouse took that from us. hatred and rage

hhhHHH, Luz’ palisman still hasn’t hatched, the anticipation is killing meeee (saw a lot of people speculate they’re gonna be a snake which would just...be the coolest thing ever, ngl)

Flapjack is so precious I wish he wasn’t stapled to Golden Boy McStagehog

gotta say, Dana is really good at writing horror. the little glimpses of Belos possessing and feeding off of wildlife had me on the edge of my seat the whole special and the Hunter/Belos reveal was legit terrifying

to all the assholes who were making “Camila is abusive”-essays and screeching about how Camila wanting Luz to be safe meant she wouldn’t let Luz go back to the Demon Realm: how does it feel to be wrong about everything?

fr tho the Camila dream-sequence gave me chills and made me cry. Camila is trying so hard and she was always so supportive and then the shitty education system basically bullied her into sending Luz away. I love how Camila was willing to punch a bitch if they hurt her baby, unironically Mom of the Year. Mom of All the Years.

LUZ GOT HER AZURA BOOK FROM HER DAD I’M FUCKING SOBBING

Luz’ little speech in her diary about how she tries to connect with people via the things she loves and how nothing she’s passionate about is valued by society and thus deemed useless? that hit me where it hurt. stop digging up all my insecurities Dana (I’m joking. mostly)

oh gee, so glad Hunter survived. however could we go on without the white Golden Child sucking up everyone else’s screentime like a fucking leech- *inhales deeply* it’s alright. it’s okay. I’m over it, moving on.

I was more sad about Flapjack’s death then I was about any of the Hunter-angst that got wedged into this special

“We’ll be back after we get some revenge” Willow, I adore you. never change

who would win: Hooty or not-Duolingo Owl? place your bets

ngl I kinda wish Belos died in this special. it feels like he’s starting to overstay his welcome as a villain. we already know everything about him there is to know. the Collector is a way bigger threat then Belos’ll ever be and it would have served as a really good indicator of how strong the kids have become if they’d actually managed to kill Belos this time around. plus, the irony of Wittebitch dreaming about coming back to the Human Realm as a celebrated Witch Hunter General, only to return as a hideous beast that eventually meets his end at the hands of a witch-human alliance, plus a replication of the brother he stabbed in the back, would’ve been delicious

#toh spoilers #toh season three #toh thanks to them

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melis-writes · 10 months

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I’m soooooooooooooooooooo sad that Mafia Wife won’t be updated until September!!!!! I’m soooooo excited for it and the anticipation is literally killing meeeeee 😭😭😭😭

Honestly, I'm not gonna lie, it could also take until October. 😅😅 There's a lot of things out of my control that effect how long it takes for me to get fics and chapters updated, but it'll get easier once I've released at least the first chapter of every single fic!

I know how much we love this fic, believe meeee!! 😭😭❤️

#mafia wife fic

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claire-lovelace · 2 years

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Please god give me one more chance with him

I’m going crazy every time I’m here I am anxiously anticipating seeing him in person-I want it to happen because it’s a possibility to talk to him again but I’m also so scared because I feel like I’d literally break down. My worst fear is if he ignored me I would kill myself.

Literally know I’m insane but like he was perfect for meeee :(

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starryfreckles · 4 years

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she better be jogging to get there

#can she like get there faster??#please like go robbe biking speed #the anticipation is killing meeee #i just wanna see this dance !!#wtfam

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we-work-hard · 6 years

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”Here’s another butt challenge. Can you identify all of them?”

YASSSSSSSSSS, U CAME BACK!!!!! 🤗😩😩😍😍

~DID U EVER KNOW THAT UR MY HEROOOOOO~

AHEM, sorry *pulls self together for butt harvest quiz*

THESE ARE GREAT BUTTS, I’m sorry to these butts I guess wrong, omgosh... right right... are they *deep breath*... Sheamus, Xavier, Cesaro (??? 😩🤔🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐😩), Tino Sabs, Dawson, Big E, Mojo, and TJP....?

#THANK U THANK U AND PLZ COME BACK WITH ANSWERS #THE ANTICIPATION MAY KILL MEEEE #🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#submission

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mysteriouslee · 3 years

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Ms. Giggles

Tickletober time besties, prompt 21 and 22 combined

I also do dcshg 2019 fics

this version below:

tickle games inspired by @otomiya-tickles

But anyways lets get to it

Lee Babs/Barbara/Batgirl

Ler Barry/Flash with a tiny dash of lee

Babs and her best friend Barry where playing videos games in his house, and they were having the time of their lives but there was one issue, BARRY KEPT ON WINNING

Babs: using your power is cheating

Barry: I'm not using my powers you just suck and if I was that would be playing dirty

Babs: I'll show you playing dirty

Barbara nudged her elbow into the boys ribs which made him squeak and his mario cart car fell of the ledge

Barbara: ha I win

Barry: oh no you don't, that was cheating

Babs: How?? it was your cart who fell over the edge

Barry: fine, if you wanna play dirty then lets play dirty then lets play a game

Barbara: sure lets play sonic spawn

Barry pushed Barbara down onto his mattress

Babs: hey what is this about

Barry wiggled his fingers over her tummy

Barry: first game, its a game Hal taught me, we use it on garth all the time, air tickles

Butterflies started building up in the purple clad hero girl's stomach and she started to squirm

Barry: what's wrong Babs, I'm not even touching you

Babs: nothing I'm f-fine

Barry: Why you stuttering huh?

Barry moved his fingers all over her torso without touching her and it drove Babs crazy

Babs tried to hold in her giggles but the anticipation was too much, every wiggle of his fingers it was all too much

Barry: why are you giggling

Barbara: I'm not giggling now lehet mehe offeheh

Barry: all right giggly

Barbara: stop ihihhit

Barry: lets play a different game

Barbara: what??

Barry: hide and seek

Barbara: sounds good

Barry: but with a twist

Barbara: what

Barry: just don't let me catch you

Barbara: Ok then just don't use your powers

Barry: ok

Babs decided to hide in then vents

Barbara: as a master ninja, I'm able to hide anywhere even in very tight vents like this, there no way he will find me

Barbara heard footsteps coming closer but she was confident she was gonna win and then the worst happened

Babs: ahh ahh ACHOO!!

Barry: found ya

Barbara: ah man

Barry: time for the twist

Barbara: what twist- BARRY NOHOHO

Barry scribbled his fingers all over her ribs and sides in an unorderly fashion and with such speed it drove the bat crazy

Babs: stahahap it tickles too muhuch

Barry: I would but you gotta face the penalty of getting caught by the Tickle Monster!!

Barbara: nohohoho

Barry moved his fingers to the girl's stomach and then she shrieked loud enough to break a glass window

Barbara: BARRY, NOHOT THERE PLEHEASE

Barry: why not, I someone too ticklish there

Barbara: yehes yehes now stahahap

Barry: but i just started there, just a little longer

Barry sped up his fingers using his powers

Barbara: Barry plehehease stahahap you're gonna kill meeee

Barry: all right I'll stop

Barbara caught her breath with giggles still coming from ghost tickles which slowly calmed down

Barry: why are you giggling again I'm not even touching you

Barbara: you suck

Barry: All right Ms. Giggles lets get back to the game

Jessica: what's going on here

Jessica and Kara came to pick up Babs now look upon a scene that looked hard to explain, Bab's hair was messy along with her clothes while Barry sat on top of her holding her hands above her head

Barry: just tickling a cheater, ain't that right Ms. Giggles

Jessica and Kara smirked at the bat's predicament while Babs flushed at the nickname the boy gave

Kara: this is rich, Karen is gonna go on a whole shipping rant

Kara showed the picture she took of them

Barbara: wait Kara lets talk about this,

Kara: no way

Jessica: Kara be nice

Barry: what're they talking about

Barbara: you don't wanna know

#dc universe #dcshg 2019 #barbara gordon #karen beecher #jessica cruz #kara danvers #barry allen #tickle fanfic #sfw tickling #tickletober #tickling community #tickling

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personasintro · 3 years

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The anticipation for the new chapter is killing meeee😩😩 I’m so excited tho thank you for this amazing story i can’t wait to see how everything unfolds😆

Thank you!💜

#ask: anon

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ecccentrick · 4 years

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Jaskier Should Really Listen To Geralt pt. 2

Pt.1 || Pt. 3 || Ao3

This is my last writing post here, since I now have a writing blog @eccentrick-ramblings. Prompts and requests are open.

Jaskier had many talents. He could sing, write, dance, play multiple instruments, and was something of a scholar, if did say so himself. But one talent that was known but was hardly spoken of in polite company was the one that was going to get him out of this situation alive.

He was going to slut it up.

Making himself relax back into the bed, he slid one of his hands through the monster’s thick hair, humming as though content with the current state of things. The creature’s hand of steel relaxed minutely against Jaskier’s stomach and he forced himself not to take a shuddering breath, instead breathing from his diaphragm.

“So you’re one of those, huh?” Jaskier asked, letting his voice go slightly rough.

The monster stiffened.

“Of what?”

Jaskier widened his legs. The beast nestled deeper between them, his whole upper body splaying across Jaskier’s. He tried not to take that as the threat it surely was.

Turning his head so that his lips brushed against the monster’s ear at every syllable, he said, “Hm, one of those men who enjoys roleplay of the, uh, should I say, unconventional sort? Can’t say I’ve come across too many, but I’m always willing to give things a try.”

The beast pulled back from Jaskier’s neck to stare into his eyes, like he was going to ask if Jaskier was truly that dumb and horny. And Jaskier could hear Geralt’s reply in his mind, yes.

Wait. Geralt.

Shit.

Okay, so Jaskier had a new idea. He wouldn’t just deescalate the situation like previously planned, stall until Geralt came back empty handed and frustrated. Jaskier would actually have to save himself this time. And, now that he thought about it, the rest of the residents of the inn.

He was beginning to realize why Geralt was so crotchety all the damn time.

Something in the monster’s eyes changed, a dawning understanding and anticipation. It was feral and raw and Jaskier met it with one of his own, shifting his hips up. He almost had it.

With one hand still in its hair, he trailed the other up its torso, gently touching its sides, before getting to its shoulder blades, fingertips clenching the muscle and bone there, digging his fingernails in hard enough that if it were a human, there would surely be marks left behind.

“What is it you have in mind?” The beast slurred his words, despite having only one watered down ale that evening.

The hand holding Jaskier down raised up, higher and higher, until it came around his neck, a soft shackle. His heart beat double time, and he sucked in a breath that he could still blessedly take, for now.

His mind blanked for a few seconds, because, to be completely honest, this beast was hitting all of Jaskier’s buttons. If this man were a human, they would surely get up to some great fun. Jaskier couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Geralt. Geralt leaning over him, Geralt holding him down, Geralt’s calloused and scarred hand around his neck, holding him in place, stealing his breath.

Without having the feign a moan, Jaskier said, “Well, why don’t you chase me?” he dug his nails in deeper. “Capture me. Hunt me down.”

The beast sucked in a harsh breath and Jaskier knew he had him, once and for all. Better or for worse.

“Perhaps I should give you a head start?” the monster asked. “But you’d have to be quiet, not wake anyone up. Wouldn’t want anyone to be in the crosshairs of a hunt, now would you?”

The creaking of the stairs almost did him in.

The innkeeper had muted the lights in the dining area, leaving them only bright enough to cast shadows and create a sense of unease. Or perhaps that was because he had a beast after him, coming for his blood. Literally.

He tried to move quietly. The steps creaked. That small sound, so inconsequential, made him realize all that was at stake. The innkeeper, who now most likely slept in the kitchen so her guests could have the rooms, the father and child that were staying in the room next to his, and the orange cat that liked to slink around guests' ankles...their lives were all in jeopardy, and only Jaskier being a good little lamb to slaughter might save them.

What the beast didn’t know was that the lamb intended to lead it to its end.

He opened the door slowly, silently. Fresh air filled his lungs, crisp and cool. The moon was high in the sky, lighting the way for Jaskier, his socked feet kicking up dust as he went from a slow creep to a desperate sprint in a span of seconds.

The village was close to a forest, and knowing it was the best place for cover, Jaskier ran for it. Once treetops came overhead, he stopped for a quick breather and to orient himself.

Geralt always told Jaskier what direction he’d be going in on any hunt. It wasn’t always that way; the bard searching and finding an overdosed witcher next to a dead leshen after he failed to arrive back at the tavern set that to rights. Luckily Jaskier had memorized Geralt’s potions long ago, or he’d be dead and buried.

Geralt had told him he was heading southwest, which was. . .which way was it? He was fucked, wasn’t he? And not even by a deathless death like all scandalous bards want to go out.

“Okay, let’s see. Eeny, meene, miny. . .moe! This way then.”

He dashed in that direction, heading deeper into the woods. He ran until his legs burned, until the wagon roads gave way to deer tracks, until there was nothing but trees, brush and silence. Not even an owl dared to hoot. The monster was here coming for him.

Jaskier took a deep breath, filling his lungs to their capacity. And then, in that creepy quiet, he screamed.

“GERALT! GERALT! GERALLLT IT’S AFTER MEEEE!”

Waiting only a beat, Jaskier continued his flight. There was no sign of the grumpy witcher, and he just gave away his ruse. Perhaps the fear had addled his mind. He should’ve been sneakier, hid in a hollow tree stump, or something. Taken his perfume bottle with him and doused a trail of potent fragrance behind each step. But, then, the monster could follow that too. Hell, even a particularly observant human would’ve been able to trace him; he always bought the strong stuff.

“DAMMIT!”

He was soon lost, hopelessly and completely. The lights from the village had long since dimmed and he didn’t know which way was the way back. At least if the monster got to him, the others might be spared until Geralt could find it and kill it. His death wouldn’t be in vain. Perhaps he’d even become a local hero.

A branch to his left cracked. A rustling, then a growl. Footsteps, and then the monster revealed himself, moving from shadows and into the moonlight. It was a great entrance, the bard had to give him that. Points for the dramatics. At the very least, Jaskier wouldn’t die a boring death.

“It’s as I thought. You were running to your witcher. I’d be angry, but that’ll make this more interesting.”

Jaskier grit his teeth. “You’re awfully arrogant for a monster in the sights of a witcher. The White Wolf. You’ll be dead by morning and Geralt and I will be walking the Path again.”

The beast came closer, his steps measured and sure. Suddenly, he was at Jaskier’s side, a hand at his delicate neck and another on his right shoulder. Back, back, back the monster pushed him, until he hit the nearest tree, bark digging into his exposed neck. He squeezed Jaskier’s neck, bringing a wheeze from the bard’s lips.

“Why. . .” the hand tightened and the longing to cough almost made him gag, “Why me?”

“Because of your blood, it smells so rare, so fine. None of these backwater hicks taste of anything but the dirt under my boots. But you. . .such fresh nectar.”

“Th-That’s a little insulting,” he took a harsh gulp of air, and it whistled in his throat. “That you- only - wanted me - my blood - not my - da-dashing good-”

“Enough, Jaskier. Save your breath.”

“G-Ger-”

His back, once against rough bark, was now against a hard chest. And there was that band of steel around his neck. Air fought to get into his lungs, and his voice demanded to be heard but he couldn’t talk, couldn’t make the words form on his lips. Eyes bulged and the skin of his face heated. He was being strangled, and instead of a thoughtless tumor it was at the will of someone who chose to steal his breath until he had none left.

Soft hands tore against steel. Feet dug into earth, kicked and scrambled, never meeting anything solid besides the ground. Reason fled his mind, and he was just a vessel. A vessel that wanted free.

“Jaskier, stay calm!” Geralt’s voice reached his ears, echoing. Oh, there was still some hope. He might survive.

“So I see that you’re a coward,” Geralt said.

Jaskier was about to be offended until the beast spoke.

“You’re trying to appeal to my ego. You do care for this bard, then?”

Geralt was all wobbly and misty, like he was made of liquid bones. His eyes were black, veins a dark gray. Jaskier tried to squint, rapidly blink, but he wouldn’t stay put, wouldn’t go back to normal.

His throat ached.

“Let the bard go. He played his part of the bait, now let him go and we can end this. You...you hunt and kill the weak and expect not to be confronted? Take a hostage, a meat shield. Pathetic and cowardly.”

“I don’t think I’m going to do that. I’m probably all of those things, now that I think about it, and I don’t rightly care. Now, can’t you see I’m celebrating a holiday? The moon is full.”

“Higher vampire. Shit.”

The vampire laughed and that’s when things got fuzzy for Jaskier. He wanted to come out of his skin, wanted to be able to see clearly. His heart felt like it wanted to gallop out of his chest and race Roach.

“You know what? I’ll just save this for later.”

A prickling sensation started at his side and spread, tendrils of numbness. It quickly became a burning feeling and with it came air, blessed air. The ground met his body. The steel band was gone.

He took a few moments to catch his breath. Each gulp of air felt like swallowing hot coals, his lungs screaming. Once clarity disrupted the fog over Jaskier’s mind he trailed a shaking hand to his side. It came back sticky with blood. He glanced up and saw the vampire lick long, protruding claw-like nails.

In the wise words of Geralt of Rivia, fuck.

#geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #gerlion #the witcher #witcher #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #rainy writes

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i-love-jazzy-jones · 3 years

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The anticipation is killing meeee

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velinxi · 5 years

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hey! i’m doing my first artist alley this year so would you have any tips for me??

Hawberries has a really cool list of tips here! Christopher CCayco on youtube also has A LOT of AA vlogs where he freely gives out his AA info and what it’s like to table. I hope this helps

Do you mind telling us how many orders you've got so far so we know how many more orders you need till 500. You don't have to answer if you don't want to of course.

I’ve been kind of documenting it on twitter! But right now we are slightly past the halfway point! I don’t really expect to get to the 500 stretch goal LOL (It’d be impressive! But definitely unexpected, I wasn’t even anticipating 150 people haha...) Thank you all for support again!!

Hey Vel!! I am such a hugeeee fannnnn ugh I can't get over your art and CTC is killing meeee am so in love! with Iris!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Do a looooooot of studies, it’ll do wonders for your color theory. I know it’s v obvious but a lot of ppl tend to avoid studies and it really does help! Also yes, overlays and multiply layers help a ton! (Wouldn’t overdo them, though- bc for my own art personally it makes my art look less organic. Also some details get lost.) Most of my art and coloring is done without blending modes- just painting on one layer. But that’s just me, you don’t have to do things like me! Just experiment :)

#asks #Anonymous

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worldwidejoonie · 5 years

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About to see Love Yourself Tour in Seoul and the anticipation is killing meeee

*cue Ikon in the background*

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ticklish-big-buttons-on-clothes · 6 years

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Tickling Torment 2

Tickle Buttons! …. Hahahahahaa!’

‘The book is on the lower shelf … Hahahahahaa! … Pleazzzzze Loook Again! …. Hahahaa!’

He went to look again and came back

‘Still don’t see it’

‘ NOOOOOOO! …. LOOK AGAIN! …. Hahahahaha! … Pleazzzze! … Hahahahaa!’

I wondered what had happened to the book

‘Time for some rib counting!’

He put a pillow under my ribs which raised them up and made them taut under their forest green cotton prison

I could feel the forest green cotton of my shirt rub against my ribs; the anticipation was delightfully dreadful

‘Heheheheee! … NOOOOOO! … NO RIB COUNTING! … Hehehee!’

‘One!’

He stroked the bottoms of my lower ribs making me buck and bounce in frantic hysterics

‘Bwaaaahahahahahahahaa!’

‘Two!’

He tickled in between my next set of ribs

‘Hahahahahahahahaaa! … Oh My God! … Hahahahahaa!’

Tears of laughter ran down my hot face

‘Three!’

‘Hahahahahahahahaa! … Hahahahahahahaa!’

I frantically bucked and desperately twisted and turned trying to dislodge his delightful yet devilish fingertips

‘You made me lose count! … Hehehehehehee!’

‘IT WAS THREE!’

‘One!’

‘Bwaaaahahahahahahahaa! … YOU’RE KILLING MEEEE! … Hahahahahahaa!’

The thought of him tickling me half to death both scared me and excited me

‘Two!’

After four travels up my ribs he stopped

I instantly started gasping for much needed breath

When he saw his cat he realized that the cat must have knocked the book behind the shelf

He apologized profusely

‘No need to; it was fun’

He looked at the three big shiny black buttons trembling on my fly and grinned

I noticed where he was looking

‘NOOOO! MORRRRE!’

‘MORE! EH!’

He tickled between my 2nd and 3rd ribs again

Making me squeal in agonizingly pleasurable hysterical laughter; through tears of hot laughter I could see he was getting an idea

‘Hehehehehee! … I love totally controlling you just by tickling you! … Hehehehehee!’

‘Hahahahahaahaa! … Lucky Meee! … Hahahahahahahaa!’

I wondered what he had in mind as he forced me to laugh and laugh

’Hehehehe! … May I tie you up and tickle you for an hour once a week? … Hehehehehee!’

‘WHAT! … HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!’

The thought of this delightful experience being repeated both excited me and horrified me

But we both knew I was near my limits

‘BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAA! … NO! WAY! … HAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

He could tell that I was intrigued by his suggestion

He punctuated his remarks by tickling my underarms

‘AHHHHH! … HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Heehehehee! … Well my ticklish liddle friend? … Hehehehehee!’

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! … YOU CAN TIE ME UP AND TICKLE ME FOR AN HOUR TWICE A WEEK! … HAHAHAHAHAA! … ONCE! … ONCE! …. HAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Hehehehehe! … Did I hear twice? … Hehehehee!’

Tears were streaming down my red hot cheeks and he was etching laugh lines permanently into my face

He drilled into my underarms

I arched my back and fell back to the futon in gales of helpless laughter

‘HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! … TWICE! … TWICE! … HAHAHAHAHAHAA!’

‘Hehehehee! … And remember you’re wearing Tickle Buttons! … Hehehehee!’

‘BWAAAAHAHAHAHAA! … I’M WEARING TICKLE BUTTONS! … HAHAHAHAHAA!’

He stopped and I instantly started gasping for much needed breath

It was a great experience

Then he started to invite me to parties with the understanding that I would wear Tickle Buttons

I was often pinned and tickled to helpless shrieks of hysterical joy

Since my laughter is contagious; soon the party goers were all laughing at my ticklish predicament

It was always a great experience and a great workout for the lungs

…

When one of the party goers made this shirt for me and they stroked my lower rib pockets or stroked my shoulder pockets I would instantly start laughing; much to their merry amusement

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