Humans are weird, for that joke about interacting with statues? Like if there is a statue of a person, people will always go pose with it, or fist bump it, or whatever? Or it's funny to put a hat on the statue? You know?
ooooh my gosh I know exactly what you mean! Like when people will take pictures with the leaning tower and pretend to be holding it up! Yeah I getcha.
The human students aboard the Education Vessel Athena had a very important tradition whenever they traveled to a new planet to learn more about the culture of the inhabitants.
It was less of a tradition and more like a competition among the human students really.
‘Who can take the best posed picture’
Every time a new school year started with new students, the non humans always floundered whenever the humans would excitedly point at a monument or structure in the distance and pull out their tablet devices. Why were the humans so excited about a particular statue that had no meaning to the humans other than it’s shape or color?
“Hey Grackar come here!” One human, Tammy, yelled to the Florpian as their class took a break from the touring lecture they were being subjected to while visiting the planet Zanderklees. It was a lovely planet with a long history of giving their excess to their neighboring planets. The planet was so rich, both economically and ecologically, that many warring aliens had attempted time and time again to invade it only for the Zanderkees beings to pull out hidden technology and blast the invaders out of their orbit.
Gracker slowly approached the human Tammy as she continued to wave xem over.
“Good! Ok I need you to stand here and do this pose.” Tammy wend down on one knee and then held both arms up and out to one side, her head turned into the crook of one elbow.
Gracker didn’t understand, but xey did as asked.
“Perfect! Oh my gosh Tammy this is gonna be perfect!” Ben said as he quickly started taking pictures with his tablet.
When he was done Ben quickly took the tablet over to Gracker and Tammy. At first Gracker didn’t understand what it was xe was looking at, but then it dawned on xem. Where the tip of xis appendage and Tammy’s fingers met the statue behind them looked like it was stepping up onto their touching digits. Their appendages blocked out the stone steps that the statue was actually standing on.
“We’re going to win the contest for sure with this!” Tammy cooed in glee. “Hey Gracker, you like chocolate right?”
Gracker had tried chocolate once and it had been an interesting confection so xe wasn’t adverse with trying more. So Xe nodded.
“Great! When we win we’ll split the chocolate haul three ways.” The humans were pleased with with themselves and explained the entire thing to the Florpian. It was decided, while the tour resumed, that Gracker would join the two humans from then on whenever they would partake in the human tradition of Picture Posing.
Before your ask box closes i FINALLY thought of a prompt: the dads with a ticklish s/o :D (btw your writing is amazing!)
I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get to your prompt! Hopefully, now that we are four people instead of just me, things will go faster and you won’t have to wait as long! - Mod Mare
🥃“Want another round?” At the sound of Robert’s
voice you turn your head towards him. It’s strange how a few months can change
a man so much, but Robert proves it’s possible. He got professional help,
picked up a hobby other than drinking and cryptid hunting and actually started
taking a shower every other day instead of once a week. His drinking got
better, too, decreased to a normal and acceptable level. He still can drink you
under the table though. The empty glass in front of you was only your third drink,
however, so you slide it over to where he’s standing in front of the
table. He dips his head and disappears for a moment, returning with two filled
glasses. You scoot to the side to let him slide into the booth again.
Automatically, he throws his arm across your shoulders, pulling you close until
your sides are pressed together. Like always whenever he touches you, you
blush. Though he told you he wants to take things slow and wait until he’s
ready, you two still behave like a couple in public, only with less kissing and
hand-holding. “Thanks, Bobert,” you say raising your glass in a toast. He rolls
his eyes. “I told you not to call me that,” he grunts and drops his arm again. In
doing so, his fingers brush over your nape, right where the fine hair thickens following
your spine up your skull. You can’t help the shudder that goes down your back and
lean away from the touch. Robert frowns, then his expression turns downright
evil. “Oh, someone’s ticklish, huh?” You glare at him and move to the edge of
the booth. He holds up his hands in a placating gesture which is destroyed by
his smirk. “Scout’s honour. I won’t tickle you… for now.”
🍸”Help!” You try to wrench Christie off
of you, but Christian holds down your arm with surprising strength for a seven-year-old
child. To be fair, you’re holding back, not wanting to accidentally hurt them,
but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to control your body. “Help!”
Joseph finally puts down his book and takes in the scene in front of him with a
grin. When Christian asked you whether you’re ticklish, you should have known
the twins had a plan. You wonder if telling the truth would have saved you, but
figure the outcome would have been the same, no matter what you said. Christie
manages to pull your shirt free and slips her hands under the fabric. A very
manly yelp escapes your lips as she begins tickling your sides. Now that they
can reach your skin, the torture is even worse, your end is near. Your vision is
blurred because of the tears and you’re laughing so hard you can’t beg for help
any longer, but Joseph wouldn’t have saved you anyway. With a chuckle, your
boyfriend sits down on the ground next to you. “Looks like the valiant knight
has been slain by the Spider Prince and Princess! Surrender and your misery
shall end!” You try to squirm out of Christie’s reach, but Christian moves over,
effectively trapping you. Gasping for breath, you look at Chris, but he’s too busy
playing on his Gameboy. Faced with inevitable defeat, you still put on your
most determined expression. “Never, Spider King!” Joseph leans over you and
grins. “Then suffer!” At the feeling of his fingers expertly squishing your sides,
you scream. It’s a wonder none of the neighbours call the police.
☕ The beeping of Mat’s phone alarm slowly wrests you from the realm of
dreams and thrusts you back into the waking world. You groan and pull the
nearest object over your head, which probably is a pillow, not that you care. Next
to you, Mat chuckles and moves, the bed shifting along with him. His weight
leaves the mattress and you hear him walk, the creak of the door telling you he’s
gone to the bathroom. One of the major disadvantages of dating a barista: He
always gets up far too early. It’s probably only four or five am, far, far too early for any human being to be
awake, and yet you enjoy cuddling with him far too much to sleep in your own
bed. The pillow on your head is suddenly pulled off, exposing you to the light.
You groan and cover your face with your hands but Mat’s having none of it,
gently prying them off again. Once your eyes adjust to the brightness, you see
him leaning over you, dreads hanging down. One lock brushes over your neck,
making you squirm away, giggling. Mat raises an eyebrow. “Are you ticklish?”
You vehemently shake your head. Mat copies the movement, but a lot slower – it causes
his dreadlocks to glide over your skin. A shudder runs down your spine. You try
to escape, but Mat’s weight on top of you keeps you trapped in place. Mat chuckles
and does it again. “You are.” You can’t
speak, trying to catch your breath between giggles, but you manage a nod. You
keep your chin pressed to your chest and pull your shoulders up as far as they
go so he can’t tickle you anymore. “Are you going to stay like this forever
now?” You grunt. Mat kisses your forehead and climbs off the bed again. “See
you later, turtle.”
🌹 Damien is intelligent, charming and a gentleman through and through. That’s
where the problem lies. Because as much as you love it when he wraps an arm
around your waist or puts a hand on the small of your back, it’s also maddening
as hell. So far, you managed to not give away what you consider your greatest
weakness, but only barely. Lucien, you’re sure, already knows what’s up; he keeps
on shooting you unamused looks whenever you have to bite your tongue so you don’t
start giggling when Damien does it again. It’s only a matter of time until
Damien finds out. You assumed it would be during sex or another activity with
equal amounts of touching. You did not take
Damien’s interest in yoga into account. That’s a battle you cannot win. Seeing
him go from one painful-looking pose into the next with ease reminds you of
your aching, ageing bones. You barely
manage to do the ‘low lunge’ without your back screaming in protest and Damien
makes it look so easy. “Here, let me
help you.” Damien steps behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder. The other
slides down your spine, applying the faintest of pressure. You manage to hold in,
until Damien’s hand settles at the curve where your spine meets your ass. You
splutter, then laugh and, in your attempt to squirm out of reach, you fall
forward on your face. “Oh my! Are you okay, Y/N? I didn’t mean to push so hard—“
He tries to help you up again, but that just makes you laugh harder. Damien lies
down next to you and chuckles. “You’re ticklish?”
“I’m neither going to confirm nor deny that.” He reaches forward and brushes
his finger over your side. With a yelp you scoot backwards and glare.
🎣 Right after Amanda, the invention of chocolate
burgers and Long Haul Paranormal Ice Road Ghost Truckers, cuddling with Brian
is the best thing in the world. You love putting your head on his chest and
wrapping your arms around his torso; you love giving him belly rubs, making him
laugh so much it vibrates through his whole body. It’s even better when you
both are tired from a long day at work and flop down on the couch right after
dinner. You’re not always ‘on top’, so to speak. Sometimes, like it is right
now, Brian’s head lies comfortably on your chest as you hold him close to you.
You move your hands to his hips, starting to draw silly patterns into his skin
with your thumb. Brian giggles against your shirt and squirms away from your
touch. You pause. “You can’t be serious. You’re ticklish?” It’s like Christmas
and Thanksgiving in one. Brian pouts. “Am not.” You wiggle your fingers against
his waist, drawing a snort from Brian as he tries not to laugh. “Are too.”
“I bet you are ticklish. Maybe here?”
He pokes your side; you raise your eyebrow. He tries under your arms, but you
don’t even twitch. “I think you’re trying to deflect from yourself, dear.”
Brian smirks and scoots upwards. “I’m going to find your weakness, Y/N, mark my—“
He blinks in surprise at your sudden, startled laugh and leans back. You cover
your mouth with your hand and duck your head, but not fast enough. Realisation
dawns in his face. Brian grins and dives back in, rubbing his beard all over
your neck. “N-no!” You whine. You try to escape but he’s stronger and pins you
down, mercilessly assaulting your neck until you’re a laughing, sobbing mess.
👟 It rarely happens, but sometimes, you and Craig
end up arguing. Most often, it’s about silly things, like what you should have
for dinner or who was supposed to do the laundry but didn’t. You never got
loud, there was no throwing dishes involved because Craig had a master’s degree
in communication, but there always was reconciliation sex afterwards. That’s the
only thing stopping you from storming out of the room right now because you’ve
been at it for an hour and still
haven’t made any progress. Well, not the only thing, but the most convincing. “Craig,
their bodies won’t decay just because they had ice cream once.” It feels like
you’re stuck in a continuous loop; you must have said that sentence 300 times
by now. “Once? Bro, you take them out to ice cream after every major game
which, to you, is basically every game!”
“It’s ice cream! They’re kids! Let them live a little! It’s only frozen milk,
how bad can that be? No, I don’t want to hear the recipe again. I heard it five
times already.” Craig furrows his brows. You can tell he’s going through your
conversation so far, counting each time to prove you wrong. His shoulders
deflate as he counts to five. With silence descending on you like a heavy quill
blanket, Craig unexpectedly reaches out and pokes your side. You flinch away. “Bro,
what—“ He does it again. Your back hits the wall, trapping you in a corner.
Craig wiggles his fingers. “You can’t just end the argument by tick— NO!” Craig
wraps an arm around your waist; his free hand mercilessly tickles you in all
your sensitive spots. You gasp for air and try to free yourself, limbs flailing
helplessly. Somehow, you manage to kick Craig in the knee, sending you both
toppling to the floor. Your eyes meet his and then you’re both breaking into
📖 “Now, in theory, were this a match I would throw you right over my head.”
From where you are slung across Hugo’s shoulder, all you can do is hum. You
definitely do not want him to throw you down, but you don’t think he’s going
to. That would definitely put a hamper on later activities. After your first physical
brush with wrestling which led to Hugo and you making out, him suggesting to show
you more moves became a pick-up line which never fails to work. With how close and
personal you always got, it’s a downright miracle he never noticed how ticklish
you are. Maybe he’s just never touched you in the right spots before or if he
did, you were already breathless so it didn’t matter much why you gasped for
air to begin with. “Careful now, I’m going to let you down again.” Slowly, Hugo
shifts his hands from your knee-pits upwards while bringing you back into an
upwards position. When his hands brush over your lower back, where your shirt
had ridden up due to the athletics you’ve been doing, a startled laugh escapes
your mouth. Hugo pauses; you can’t see his expression but you imagine him
frowning. He brushes over your back again. Again, you laugh. “Well, well, well.
I didn’t know you were ticklish.” Without any obvious effort whatsoever, Hugo
lies you down on the bed. You do not
like the smirk on his face. “I’m not?” Hugo raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I am. A
little.” His other eyebrow joins the conversation. “Fine, a lot.” Hugo folds his
glasses and puts them aside. “You know, I’m a fan of show, don’t tell.” You
only get what he means when his hands are suddenly all over you. You try to
scramble away but there’s no escaping JDSlamminger.
I hadn’t been to a book shop in so long I was going through withdrawals! This is the result of me feeding my book acquiring addiction 📚 And as you can see I’ve already gotten stuck into the chocolate eggs 🐣