finger spiders

  • I am the one hiding under your bed teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red: Aries, Scorpio, Capricorn
  • I am the one hiding under yours stairs fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair: Leo, Taurus, Virgo
  • I am the clown with the tear-away face here in a flash and gone without a trace: Gemini, Libra
  • I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair: Sagittarius, Aquarius
  • I am the shadow on the moon at night filling your dreams to the brim with fright: Cancer, Pisces
height differences + tickling

with person A being shorter than B…

  • A wearing B’s clothing but B can easily slide their fingers up whatever shirt A has on cause it’s loose enough
  • A being at the perfect height to easily dig their hands into B’s underarms
  • B being strong enough to pin A down and A having to bear through every tickle attack
  • B resting their chin on A’s head, but having to stop cause A’s hair tickles too much
  • B picking A up from under their arms and A flailing around in midair cause holy shit it tickles but they can’t escape without falling
  • one of them complaining about their height and the other tickling them to shut them up
  • A surprising B by showing them that despite being small, they can totally crush them in tickle fights
  • big spoon B completely encasing A in their limbs, effectively trapping them while their fingers spider all along A’s sensitive spots
  • A effortlessly shoving their head under B’s shirt and giving them raspberries without having to bend over
  • B poking A in the tummy whenever A reaches up for something 
  • B holding something over A’s head and A grabbing B’s vulnerable midriff in annoyance
  • B being a huge teaser and cooing about how cute and fun sized A is while tickling them
  • A being too short to kiss B, therefore settling with pressing tickly kisses onto B’s neck



Dark Orchid: Palpater

“Blind red spiders with crown of fingers and long limbs frantically dancing, touching every bit of surface they cling to. Fingers tap, tap and wiggle, every touch is pain and ecstasy brewed into confused desire. These Palpaters try to walk as men, but broken limbs provide little stability. Do not let them touch you, as they obsess over the feeling of humanity and will molest every inch, even driving their fingers into every orifice just to feel the organs inside.”


Ok but can we talk about sleepy tickles? Like when it’s late at night and they’re gently tracing shapes on your skin and softly kissing your neck and murmuring sleepy teases into your hair and you giggle and squirm until you feel your eyes get heavy. Or when it’s the morning and you feel yourself getting pulled closer and they begin spidering their fingers on your tummy and your voice is still hoarse and you softly squeak into the covers, eyes still closed like fuck me i gotta go

carry on, darling, we were built to last

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now…” Yuuri looked at Victor’s profile.

The glow from the TV in the otherwise dark room made him look a little blue, his hair a pearly silver, so beautiful and unique. It’s been getting longer since Victor started coaching him. The ends tickled the slim nape, the front falling into Victor’s eyes even more than before. It made him look cute, a bit messy and unpolished, so different from the camera-ready aura he’d had during his early days.

Yuuri couldn’t help but to reach for it, touch it, run his fingers through the side of the silky smooth locks that threaded through his fingers light like a spider’s web. Victor angled his head towards him, craving more petting. His eyes half-closed as he hummed in delight, which made Yuuri smile fondly.

“Why did you cut your hair?” Yuuri asked. His hand slid down Victor’s nape, thumb rubbing over the peach fuzz at the side of it, so smooth and soft, almost like a baby’s.

Victor’s eyes brightened. “What, you like my hair long?”

“I like your hair, period,” Yuuri denied. And while it was true, a part of him – that young, impressionable part that still kept up posters of young Victor around the walls of his heart – cooed in agreement. “I’m just curious.”

Victor waited a little to answer while Yuuri stroked his hair, and the longer he did, the more he wished it was longer so he could brush and untangle the small knots that no doubt were there after the whole day…

“I wanted to change my image,” Victor finally said. “Nothing drastic like getting a piercing or a tattoo, though. Cutting my hair seemed like the best choice at the time.”

“Do you miss it?” Yuuri pushed the silver bangs out of Victor’s eyes. “It must have been cold the first time you went outside.”

Victor chuckled. “I actually got sick a week in.”

Yuuri smiled at that. He waited for Victor to answer his question, while he kept on stroking the fringe away from Victor’s forehead. Victor’s face, which was usually half covered by his hair and thus that much harder to read, was open now. The brows were relaxed, the mouth softly curled and his cheeks rosy in a casual, stunning way as he leaned into Yuuri’s hands trustingly.

Yuuri wished he could take a picture.

(And put it on one of the walls in his heart, right next to a young, long-haired Victor.)

“I kind of miss it,” Victor admitted quietly after a while. “It’s like missing the good, old days, I guess? That sort of nostalgic, but good feeling.”

“You can always grow it back,” Yuuri pointed out.

Startling blue eyes gleamed with the glow of the TV when Victor looked straight at him.

“Do you want me to grow it back?” he asked, but Yuuri only huffed a laugh.

“It’s your hair, Victor,” he said. “Grow it back if you want it back. I like you despite it.”

He should have seen it coming. Victor was always like that when Yuuri admitted he liked him, or worse when he said the other L word.

With a squeak of excitement and bright adoration in his eyes, Victor threw his arms around Yuuri. He crushed him in a hug, rubbing their cheeks together and making Yuuri laugh. Yuuri couldn’t see, but he was fairly certain that a goofy, overjoyed smile was wide on Victor’s lips, and he couldn’t stop one just like it from showing on his own face.

“I love you, too, Yuuri,” Victor proclaimed. Yuuri’s body heat up a little, a flush to his cheeks. “But I’m going to leave my hair as it is.”

“Why?” Yuuri asked, hooking his arms around Victor as well, comfortable to just stay like that.

“Because it’s always a big change, you know?” Victor hummed, burying his face in Yuuri’s neck and nuzzling at his skin. “And I don’t want to change a thing right now.”

Yuuri’s heart thumped against his ribcage joyfully, and he grinned, a happy, soft grin, which he hid in Victor’s short, silver hair. He wouldn’t change a thing either.

The signs X This is Halloween
  • I am the one hiding under your bed, Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red: Aries, Scorpio
  • I am the one hiding under yours stairs, Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair: Leo, Gemini, Libra
  • I am the clown with the tear-away face, Here in a flash and gone without a trace: Sagittarius, Aquarius
  • I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?" I am the wind blowing through your hair: Pisces, Capricorn
  • I am the shadow on the moon at night, Filling your dreams to the brim with fright: Taurus, Cancer, Virgo
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  • Reblog in the spirit of fall and Halloween
Dyspraxic Mornings

Clatter crash goes the bottle

Held in my hand but a moment ago

Scattering across the floor

Evading grasping hands

Feet stumble and trip

Catching on nothing

Each foot jaggedly moving

Not listening to the brain

Splash! The liquid pours

Covering counters and floors

Can I cry if what’s spilled

Isn’t milk upon the ground?

Fingers like awkward spider legs

Grip and grasp but can’t get hold

Each finger twisting and jerking

Moving out of control

Stomp goes the foot

Anger spilling out

Needing release

Frustration overwhelms

Limbs flail and flounder

Unable to open the door

Or gather belongings

Or do anything that’s needed

A dyspraxic body

With an over tired mind

Falls in a heap

Lost to the frustration of failure

youreviller  asked:

Notes taken I love ticklish feet So from a lee perspective how would you like me to tickle you feet?

oh wow… i wasn’t expecting this! I am very– um– ‘sensitive’ so i would ask that you be nice. No bondage, just playful tickles! Maybe i could put my feet on your lap or you could sit on my legs. 

I usually wear socks around the house, so you would remove them first. That may make me jump. That means that tickles are soon to come. But no, don’t make me wait. I hate anticipation. 

I would love for you to gently spider your fingers around my soles, maybe holding my toes back. If you rake your clawed hands up and down my feet, i will shriek! I am squirmy, so beware! Just keep me guessing. Maybe focus on my heels for a bit then get under my toes. Keep moving around so i don’t know whats coming next. 

Toys aren’t necessary to make me laugh. Trust me, just talking about tickling makes me blush hard enough. 

Whatever you do, do not talk about what you are doing. Don’t say things like “how cute, are your toes ticklish?” or “I just started! You must be very ticklish” or “if you think this tickles, wait till you see what i’m going to do next!” because this will make me laugh harder. And you obviously don’t want to do that. 

lightningatom  asked:

Why is your sleeping schedule all over the place now? I actually have NOTHING to do on Tumblr without your presence. You're literally making me miss you. That's illegal. What have you done to me? B[

Last night I had a project to work on with some pals, which we ended up getting maybe half done and spent the rest of the night goofing off, got home around 3 I think, was gonna go to sleep but I felt something crawling on me, open my eyes and a fucking spider is right next to my face. I freak oit and fall out of bed and run downstairs. Woke up EVERYONE which wasn’t fun because they’re all cranky when they wake up. Fall asleep on my sofa at 5 then wake up at 7 because I still had to be “responsible” and get some stuff done. Found the spider from the other night and killed that f*cker. Did the bare minimum of what I had to do and was in and out of sleep all day. I’m still very tired Vamp please hug me.

Tickle Safe

You’re a safe.
And the treasure I’m after is locked up inside: uproarious, symphonic laughter.
The biting of your lips is the lock.

But ANY lock can be cracked with the right combination. Every safe requires a different combination. And I’m going to find yours.
Will it be soft, gentle fingers swirling along your soles?
Will it be the fast squeezing of ribs?
Will it be trailing my fingers, ever so slowly, from your wrists to your armpits and all the way up again- spidering my fingers along the treasure trail of tiny tickle spots as I go?

I’ll find your combination. The lock will crack. Out will pour my treasure, your laughter, every second of it a gold coin: and I won’t stop until I’m richer than Smaug.