inner elbow

Ok guys, major nerd-out post here regarding Shiro's arm!

As a student in their 4th year of undergrad for a degree in prosthetics, I’m absolutely SMITTEN with Shiro’s bionic arm (and the guy it’s attached to, obviously). But as much as I adore all the art and fics, there are a few things that are driving me nuts that I’d like to share in a few points here, just for reference if anyone wants it. I’ve seen very few fanworks with a proper presentation of artificial limbs, so here goes! 

 #1. Under NO circumstances does anyone sleep with their prosthetic limb on. 

You read that right: under NO circumstances! This also goes for taking a shower. It might look sexy until you get shocked with however many volts he’s got in that thing, But even if it’s waterproof, what is the purpose?? of having it in the shower? when your supposed to be washing the residual limb as well??

“But Wait!” I hear someone say. “Isn’t it implied that Shiro’s arm is permanently attached somehow, and he can’t or doesn’t know how to take it off?”

To answer your question, yes, it is implied. And I’m here to tell you how that is ABSOLUTELY NOT POSSIBLE.

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i just found myself using this random trick that one of my art professors taught me and i thought other people might like it!

other tips:
-at rest, the elbow hits the bottom of the ribcage, and the wrist hits the bottom of the crotch
-the distance from your inner elbow to your wrist is about the same length as your foot
-the length of your hand (from wrist to the tip of your middle finger) is about the same length as the distance between the bottom of your chin and your hairline

so, if you have a feeling that proportions are wrong on something, those work as quick gauges. like, if a character’s forearm looks too long, try to visualize their foot being the same size and see if that works. if the hands look too big, look at their size in relation to the face.

hope this helps someone!

little tattoos

hello! this is my first REAL fic for reddie

i dunno how well this will do BUT 

please give me feedback! i really appreciate it

btw they’re sophomores in HS bc i enjoy the thought of the losers in HS

also: IT doesn’t exist in this fic woo

happiness for everyone

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words: 710

Soulmates exist. Every baby is born with a small tattoo on their body, while another baby is born with the same one in the same place. That’s how you find your soulmate; your tattoo. Everybody has one.

Well, almost everybody.

Eddie Kaspbrak had no tattoo, no soulmate. He scoured every inch of his little body, just to come up short. It was common for people to talk about their ink, so when people found out he didn’t have one they treated him like a freak. Henry Bowers was the first to start it. Eddie had been shoved inside of a locker, the word ‘freak’ sprawled across his forehead in permanent marker. Stan discovered him after he heard banging in the locker room after his baseball practice.

Stan opened the locker, the small boy falling out and onto the ground. Eddie was hyperventilating, rapidly searching for his inhaler he kept in his bookbag. He had thrown away his fanny pack months ago (one less thing for Bowers to bully him about) and just kept a spare inhaler for when he needed it. But he couldn’t find it.

The small pocket he usually kept it in was empty, just containing candy wrappers that Richie had shoved in there when Eddie wasn’t looking instead of throwing them away. He started to panic, his breathing getting shallower with every passing second.

That’s when Richie ran into the room, Bill close behind him. “Eds!” He said worriedly, immediately getting down on the ground with him so he could see what was wrong. It hit Richie that he needed his inhaler, no matter how bullshit his asthma was. He grabbed his backpack, unzipped it, and shook the contents out and onto the floor. A light blue inhaler sat atop the pile of papers. Richie grabbed it, shoving it into Eddie’s mouth a little too forcefully.

Eddie shakily pressed down on the inhaler. It took a couple puffs for his breath to dwindle back to a semi-normal pace.

“W-Why did you have an inhaler?” Eddie asked, still shaking slightly from the adrenaline and fear.

Richie smiled. “I knew you’d need it when I took your breath away, Eds!”

Eddie got on his tippy-toes, reaching his Social Studies textbook that he placed on the top shelf of his locker that was just a bit too tall for him to reach.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said loudly, walking up to the smaller boy.

“Don’t call me that, Richie. I’ve told you a million times.”

“You love it, Eds!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, closing his locker. He started to walk towards his first class, which just so happened to be with Bill and Stan. Richie threw his arm around Eddie, talking his mouth off but Eddie wasn’t paying attention. He was trying to hide the blush that invaded his face. Eddie knew he wasn’t straight, especially when his stomach twisted into nervousness and his heart started to race when he was around Richie. But that wasn’t allowed. Richie wasn’t Eddie’s soulmate. He never would be.

Richie had a small balloon on the pointer finger knuckle on his right hand. It was visible when he used that finger to push his glasses farther up on his nose. Richie Tozier had a soulmate, and it wasn’t Eddie.

Richie headed to his English class down the hall, but not without getting in a last “see ya later, Eds!”

Eddie sat down at their table of three, Bill and Stan taking the other two seats next to each other. They were soulmates. The boys found out when they were 13, both of them having a tulip on their inner left elbow. Even Bill’s little brother Georgie found his soulmate; a girl in his 3rd-grade class with the same paper boat on her right knee.

“D-Do you wanna hang out with us a-after school?” Bill asked, rubbing his thumb on the back of Stan’s hand, shooting him a small, quick smile.

Eddie nodded. “I’m down as long as we watch something other than rom-com’s this time.”

Stan chuckled lightly, agreeing to Eddie’s request. “You’re the only one that can come. Even Richie is busy doing God knows what.”

Richie. Richie, Richie, Richie. Even his name made Eddie’s chest tighten.

He had it bad, really bad.


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peach blossoms (m)

❥ word count: 46k

❥ genre: fluff + smut + very minimal angst ; magic au + school au

❥ pairing: reader/jimin

❥ warning(s)/kink(s): tons of immature humor, teasing, dirty talk, riding, dom undertones, hickies, slightly rough sex, grinding, admissions of feelings, (honestly the sex is fairly vanilla, this is mostly fluff)

❥ summary: as your best friend tries to help you create a potion for a project, you end up making a mistake that changes jimin and you have to turn him back before anyone sees and fix things in time for your project presentation. the catch? feelings are stupid and annoying and they happen to mess with your head as you try and return jimin back to normal.

❥ a/n & music can be found here

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Soulmate S.Coups

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

When someone gave you a new nickname or directed a new compliment your way, it would make you pause, a fuzzy soft feeling rising in your chest. You knew that the new label would be appearing, written out in inky black letters, somewhere on your soulmate’s skin. Or when someone used a common nickname, or said something which had been said about you before, you tired to picture the letters growing larger, like they always did when a label was repeated. 

And just as you loved receiving any tidbit of information about your soulmate in the form of the words on your own skin, you hoped they would love receiving bits about you as well.

When someone called you something awful, however, it settled very uncomfortably with you. You knew that your soulmate would know. They would see the flaw printed out on their body. You dreaded the idea that it might change their perception of you.

Of course, you weren’t entirely sure they would understand everything. Because, as far as you knew, your soulmate seemed to be Korean.

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Advice from an (Amateur) Archer on Writing About Archers and Archery

Admittedly, I don’t have the widest range of experience when it’s come to archery. I’ve only been shooting for a year now, and the time that I do take to shoot have long months between them. Still, I think it’s important to outline the basics for anyone who wants to write an archer in their book and wants to save themselves the embarrassment of having the archer do something that an archer would never do in a million years.

- Archers usually unstring their bow after battle. Unstringing a bow is exactly what it sounds like: removing the string from the bow’s limbs. Usually, archers then wrap the string around the now-straightened bow so they don’t lose it as easily. Archers unstring bows because everytime the limbs are bent by the string, there is a large amount of tension in the limbs. If the string is on too long and the bow has not been shot for a while, the limbs will start to wear down and lose their power, resulting in an archer needing to buy new limbs or an entirely new bow.

- Archers always retrieve their arrows after battle. Arrows are expensive and take a long time to make, so archers want to conserve as many arrows as possible. Sometimes they have a repair kit with them at the ready, in case they find an arrow with a loose arrowhead or broken fletching that can easily be repaired. 

- Training arrows are not the same as battle arrows. Training arrows have thinner shafts and usually blunted tips so they can easily be removed from targets. Thinner shafts break more easily, and the blunted tips – whilst they can pierce skin – usually won’t get very far in the flesh. They’re also easier to make. Battle arrows are thicker, and their heads are pointed at the tip and have two pointed ends at its sides. This arrowhead is designed to easily pierce through flesh, and is incredibly difficult to pull out because its two pointed ends snag onto flesh. If you want to pull it out, you’d have to tear the flesh away with it, which can lead to an even larger wound.

- Arrows are fatal, and one can incapacitate a soldier for the rest of his life. Arrows are not easily snapped off like you see in movies. The draw weight is too strong, and they can sometimes be as strong as bullets. They will pierce through bone and tendons, which do not easily heal. Furthermore, if you want to remove an arrow, you either have to go through surgery, parting the flesh away from the arrowhead so it doesn’t snag onto anything, or you have you push – not pull – it all the way through the body.

- Bows are not designed for hitting people with in close combat. The limbs are specifically made to flex. Imagine hitting someone with a flexing piece of wood. If you hit with the middle of the bow, it still does very little because there is no weight behind the bow, and so you might as well be hitting them with a pillow. It might be annoying to the opponent, but it won’t save you. Archers need a secondary blade in close combat. They cannot strike people with their bows and expect to win.

- Draw weight affects speed, range, and impact. Draw weight is measured in pounds, at least in America, and it is measured in how much weight must be pulled when you draw back the string. A high draw weight means stiffer, thicker limbs that can shoot further and hit harder. But, this is at the cost of speed. A low draw weight means thinner, more flexible limbs that can shoot smaller distances and have low impact, but can be shot faster. Before you acrobatic fanatics immediately seize the smaller bow for its speed, understand that a bow’s advantage is in its range. No one can hit an archer from 300 meters away with their spear or sword. The archer has complete dominance over the battlefield in this way, and their arrows can kill anyone who gets too close. Not hurt. Not annoy. Kill. And a higher draw weight means a better chance of piercing through specific armor, then flesh, then bone. A lower draw weight means less range and, even worse, a lower chance that the arrow would even pierce through armor if the arrow even hits its target. 

- Bows will always be outmatched in close combat against any other weapon. Bows take too long to draw and shoot, and at such close range, the opponent has an easier chance to dodge oncoming arrows. I already explained that the bows themselves cannot be used to take down a foe. 

- Bowmen on horseback are utterly terrifying. Archers usually can’t move from their spot because range is more important than mobility, and at such a long range, you usually don’t need to move from your spot anyways. Bowmen on horses, however, are closer to the battle, and worse, they are faster than almost anyone on the battlefield. Not only are they difficult to hit, you have no way of predicting where they will shoot next because they can circle around you in confusing ways. If you want an interesting archer character, I’d advise trying these guys out.

- Never underestimate armor and padding. Arrows will never be able to pierce through plate armor because its curved surface will always deflect oncoming arrows. Arrows can pierce through maille because maille is made out of metal rings that can be bent and can fall away. However, padding usually lies underneath, which is surprisingly durable and can stop an oncoming arrow, as well as absorb some of its impact. Because of this, make certain that the archer is focusing on gabs in the armor. To know this, you MUST study armor. Gabs usually lie where the joints are because soldiers need those gabs open so they can move. Typical gaps lie in the neck, the armpit, the inner-elbow, the knees, and the palm of the hand. Impact is also an archer’s friend. A war arrow shot by a hundred pound bow, hurtling at incredible speeds and gaining momentum the further it travels, can evoke serious damage. To be hit by one of these arrows will feel more like being hit by a horse than being hit by someone’s fist. 

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a short 1.6k word blurb about dry humping niall until he comes in his pants :))

His large hands gripped tight onto your waist, calloused fingers creeping up under the hem of your top, his touch lingering at your warmed skin. Straddling his lap, his lean body was slumped back into the red and black couch that wrapped around the rear of the tour bus. His legs were spread wide beneath you, his feet pressing hard into the floor as he tried to steady himself and worked to hold himself off. You could feel him straining hard in his thin sweat shorts, his throbbing length pushing roughly against your own clothed heat. His head was tipped back, resting on the back of the couch as he willingly bared all of his pretty freckle-laced skin for you to have your way with.

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surely falling

pairing: sehun x reader
genre: fluff, university/college au
summary: the way sehun would fall for you

it’s unnecessarily long 

Originally posted by sehunlyone

1 day

A day after Sehun had met you, you still hadn’t left his mind. Flipping his phone in his hand, he let his mind reminisce on your sarcastic, lighthearted remarks; though it’d only been a day, he was already fond of you. There was no denying he assumed you to be dismissive, maybe even arrogant, due to your appearance. He smirked to himself as he thought of how you surely proved him wrong with your animated chatter on all topics you could think of, as if you two had been friends for years.

Sehun wasn’t one to become comfortable with others instantly but there was something about your presence that eased his quiet demeanour into the sweet, childlike one only those close to him saw. The hustle and bustle of the party didn’t distract him from your lively presence but it did distract him from asking if he could meet you again. 

1 week

The lengthy week full of draining assignments and excessive amounts of group work had successfully come to an end only after exhausting the lean, broad shouldered boy of all positive energy. He took long strides across the campus, his well fitted black jeans tightened and relaxed with each movement as they flaunted his long legs to the few students sat outside during the warm night. 

Soft light from the towering streetlamps lit up his pathway to the small cafe around the corner. For some reason he felt nervous despite knowing it was only a few of his close friends waiting for him. He gulped out of worry. The protruding veins on his large, pale hands became less visible as he formed a fist before brushing his short hair around; he smiled to himself as he turned the corner, if his older friends saw him doing that they’d surely tease him and say he had no hair to sort out. 

As soon as he pushed the glass door open his sleepy eyes scanned around but were soon drawn to the shout of his name. Anyone would have thought his neck almost snapped at the speed he reacted. Spotting his smiling friends, illuminated by the shaded light above them, he languidly walked over before falling into the booth next to his equally sleepy friend Jongin.

“Yoona was looking for you again, something about still being annoyed at you for mocking her running,” Chanyeol drawled as he smirked at his phone before double tapping a picture of a puppy he found cute. Sehun gave him a soft smile while adjusting his black jacket over his shoulders and leaning his head on Jongin’s shoulder. 

“He’s still young, he can get away with making fun of others,” Junmyeon laughed as he remembered the way the younger boy reenacted her run. 

Jongin’s yawn caught everyone’s attention but before Chanyeol could make a remark the waitress arrived and placed their drinks on the table. Sehun watched her leave only because he was too tired too look away from her. “I don’t know why you’re yawning when you’ve barely showed up to the lit group study session,” Sehun exhaled in slight annoyance. Jongin only groaned and rubbed his eyes in response. 

“Kyungsoo said he uses dance practice as an excuse to go see some girl,” Chanyeol whispered in pretence, acting like the boy in question wasn’t sat right opposite him. Sudden movement from Jongin had Sehun’s head falling off his shoulder and Junmyeon scolding the boys on his right for trying to throw weak punches at each other in feign aggression. 

Sehun shifted against the plush booth to rest his head but Jongin didn’t allow his relaxation; Jongin’s tanned hands wrapped around Sehun’s bicep to pull him closer to his plump lips. “Maybe if you ditched those useless sessions, you would see a certain girl you met last week,” though Jongin attempted to whisper all the boys heard him.

Pulling away from him Sehun looked him in the eyes and replied in the same tone; “You met Y/N again? I wanna see her again, all these other girls don’t joke around with me.”

“If you wanted to meet her again you should have said! Y/N’s in my writing class, that’s why she came over to us at the party,” Junmyeon stated nonchalantly while placing his coffee on the table, but to Sehun it was a shock. Had he really been so distracted he didn’t realise why you were stood next to him? In immediate defense Sehun spoke up, “I didn’t wanna say because you would have thought I liked her!”

“Do you?” all his friends queried simultaneously. “She’s not bad” he replied, his eyes staring into nothingness. “Kyungsoo’s shows up in her culinary arts class or whatever it’s called when he isn’t busy with theatre or trying to kill me,” Chanyeol added, why was Sehun only finding out all this now? Maybe all the guys knew you except him he thought. Pressing his lips into a tight line, he shook his head.

“I’ll give you her number,” the oldest said, he put his palm forward and waited for Sehun to give him his phone.

Thoughts swimming around his mind kept Sehun occupied as he made the silent journey home. On one hand, you knew a few of his friends and joked around with him when you met. On the other, maybe it was too weird, after all he didn’t even know if you remembered him, he didn’t want to freak you out before he even got to know you. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that slight shake of his head would force his contradictory thoughts out.

His lithe body stumbled back after he had accidentally walked into what he assumed was a postbox. But postboxes don’t gasp he thought as he shifted his focus onto the source. Surely not, unless he was so tired he started imagin-”Oh,” his mindless soliloquy came to an abrupt stop as his dark eyes were met with yours.

“For someone so tall you’d think you’d be able to see where you’re going, Sehun,” you lighthearted remarked at the dumbfounded boy in front of you. The striking eyebrows on his head raised up at your statement, he felt his face heat up and he smiled his sweet smile at you.

“And what about you? Are you so short that you thought I was Godzilla and got so shocked you couldn’t move?” he laughed, his larger body moved to stand next to the entrance door of his accommodation but his eyes never left yours. 

Scoffing at him you took a few paces away from him, “I can’t believe you think I’m short,” you huffed. Slowly Sehun’s smile only grew, it must be fate to have met you not even an hour after hoping he’d be able to see you again. Before any of you could break the silence, your phone lit up serving you as a reminder you had to get home. 

You looked up at him, his unwavering gaze caused sudden shyness to fill you. “I’ve got to go but I’ll see you around?” you questioned as you hesitantly started moving away from him. To answer your question, Sehun simply nodded and waved goodbye. 

Once he settled into bed he recalled his friends telling him to text you, except now he felt more confident in following through with their incessant requests. Taking his long arm out from under the duvet, he reached over to the nightstand and plucked his phone up carefully. 

The bright screen forcing him to squint as he opened his texts and started typing out a text. The watering of his eyes irritated him and he finally gave in and turned the brightness to the minimum out of aggression. His phone moved violently due to his sudden movements, it tilted further back and out of his hand; though he was fatigued his reflexes were quick enough to catch it before it fell and in the process send his text.

Sehun 11:37pm: Goodnight from the best dressed guy on campus.

1 month

“Come on, Sehun! Just come with me, please,” you whined, your hands wrapped around his forearm dragging him with you to the library. Despite his clear ability to overpower you, he just let you pull him along but he stomped his feet in protest. 

You two had become inseparable, every free moment you had to spare was spent together; everyone knew that if they were near you they’d be entertained by your lighthearted bickering. It was surprising to most people that two people with such cold appearances interacted so warmly but not to you two, not when you had felt so comfortable around each other despite only knowing each others names.

Watching you struggle with his weight amused him. “Fine, fine but you’ve got to buy me bubble tea after,” he beamed seeing you roll your eyes. You turned on your heel and hurriedly walked towards the library door only to be stopped by Sehun’s large hand wrapping around your wrist. He pulled you back into his body and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Normally you would feel nothing when he came into contact with your body, this felt different. Rather than being dismissive of his close proximity, like usual, you focused on every detail. His light, knitted popcorn coloured sweater allowed his body heat to seep through and warm your exposed shoulders. Since when had his arm been so built? You could feel his toned bicep weighing down on the back of your shoulders but were soon distracted by his fingertips. They grazed against your the inner part of your elbow, you felt your breathing increase; it was no surprise you found the tall boy attractive, very attractive indeed. Sometimes you induced bouts of shyness, sometimes you felt like the butterflies in your stomach were fluttering up to your throat, just sometimes you wished you were more than friends. 

Gauging the way you tensed at his action embarrassed him. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, what if you were actually annoyed at him? He could never tell with your temper. The soft smile fell off his lips, his dark eyes looked down at you and saw your flustered look and the smile was replaced with a smirk; the nervousness in his stomach was brushed away from the flutter of the butterflies and soon he had a shy look to match your own.

Maybe being alone with you in the library wasn’t such a bad idea.

4 months

Cool air pushed your hair away from your face as your body elevated. As your body descended and swung back, your hair gushed forward and covered your smiling face. Sehun was lightly swinging back and forth on the swing next to yours. 

Hearing your giggly shrieks made him smile down at his fidgeting hands. You weren’t oblivious to his antsy behaviour but you didn’t want to press on the matter, not when you were reaching brand new heights which filled you with childlike ecstasy. 

Sehun cleared his throat and licked his lips, still looking down at his hands that were illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. The odd tranquility of the silent park juxtaposed the cluttering thoughts and hard thumping of the poor boy. He inhaled deeply and stopped leaning his body on the chain of the swing. Removing his curled arm from the chain, he stood up and lifted his leg over the swing and sat down so his back was now supported by the chain on the right, his body facing you.

Noticing his changed position, you kicked at the ground to slow down your swinging. You watched him stare at you with an unrecognisable intensity. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked. In that moment it was as if everything around you two had fallen silent; silent enough to let you hear his soft whisper.

“I want you to be my girlfriend, that’s why”

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: After a man saves your life, you can’t help but get attached to the blue-eyed brunet. And your life has never been dull since.

Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: NSFW gifs included, just smut, mentions of drug use, insults

A/N: A continuation of my Imagine I recently posted here. Sorry if my google translations are for shit. Thank you thesuperwholock394 on AO3 for wanting a backstory to this, I had a blast writing this! And there will be ONE more part to this! :D (GIFs are not mine)

Please read the imagine first so you know what’s happening and won’t get confused. :) 

                                                One Year Before

Frank, your dad’s right-hand man, held the gun to your temple as your father leaned on the desk, arms crossed staring daggers at you.

“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t ya, girl?” You rolled your eyes at him, his demeanor didn’t scare you, not unless he held a needle to the inside of your elbow demanding obedience. But other than that, he was just a man who happened to be in charge of one of the biggest drug gangs on the West Coast. And no one’s been able to catch him.

“Not my fault your stupid fucking coke shipment was confiscated.”

“That shipment cost me 21k, you little piece of shit. You’re just lucky Sanchez loves my stuff, that I don’t mind givin’ him extra for the same price. ‘Course, Imma throw a little bonus on the side.” He smirked at you, giving you a long look.

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Written in support of and solidarity with the KakaSaku fandom


She ignored the plea, tightening her grip on the hand threaded through hers.


The crunch of the gravel grew louder under her feet, a soft tremor running through the ground that one could have mistaken for the general hustle and bustle of the village marketplace but for the perfect timing of the quakes to the falls of her footsteps.

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Requested by: @its-another-fan-acc
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated, whoops!

~~Third person POV~~

The room full of scientists and agents falls silent as the cylindrical tube slowly raises, letting mist pour out. Everyone was nervous, unsure how the asset would react when defrosted, but Madam Hydra stood tall, her shoulders squared and face blank from expression.

She nods towards two agents, who tentatively step forward and unlatch the asset from the cryo chamber. The asset was starting to come to, the frost in her hair melting and her skin breaking out in goosebumps. She tries to keep herself upright, but her aching muscles made her slump against the agents, who were tense and scared.

“Prep her,” Madam Hydra barks at her agents, who nod and carry the asset off to an adjoining room. The scientists take their cue and follow suit, readying themselves for the possibility of erratic post-cryo behaviour.

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Things I never tire of:

- lees saying “t-word” or “t-wording” instead of tickle or tickling. 

- using !!!!!!!! instead of typing a coherent, well-thought out response.


- tagging others in tickle related gifs or videos 

- tagging others said gifs or videos, but also talking about said gif or video in the tags 

- lees making this face: :3 

- or /.\

- or D: when a spot is talked about

- lers who get blushy and so flustered when their favorite spot to tickle and play with is brought up. And also: lers who are tough as heck but even mentioning a certain spot makes them feel all goopy inside and it can make them feel a bit submissive because reasons :p

- raspberries

- teasing each other with pictures of nylon clad feet

- furiously shy lers 

- not-bashful-at-all lees who can tease and torment their ler into tickling them but even then the ler is blushing and melting inside

- all the cute versions of laughter like ahah…haha… or hhyyynnnkkk!! or hehe~ or the yelling to signify squeals like NOHOHAAHA PLEAAHAHASSEE!!! 

- bashful lers who acknowledge that they like tickling but just can’t be teasy about it because they’re too soft.

- sass from lees

- no I’m serious the sassy lee and bashful ler thing drives me crazy I love it so much

- threatening to even just perch fingers on a death spot 

- wiggling fingers juuuusttt near a bad spot and making the lee beg to just! do it already!!!

- lers who are supposed hard lers but they stay here long enough and realize they are actually possibly switches

-lers making this face: ;3

- lers saying that they’re hunters or hinting that they are some sort of hungry predator like oh my gosh rip me. In half please. And also lers “hunting” for their prey. 

- Saying you’re the tickle-monster @u@

- lees who can’t say “tickle” out loud in regular conversation.

- LERS who can’t say “tickle” out loud in regular conversation.

- watching a movie or commercial or whatever with family/vanilla-friends and the word pops up and you gotta poker-face your way through it.

- watching a movie or commercial or whatever alone and replaying it if tickling comes up just to self-indulge and sin quietly.

- lers or lees that can say “tickle” out loud, but stutter when they say it <3

- lers or lees that have a certain phrase, clothing item, word, what have  you that makes them think of tickling and pushes them into the mood for it.

- being spoon-fed spots

- unconventional spots like shins, tops of feet, inner-elbows, palms of the hands, forehead, front of the neck, ect.

- lees begging to be tied or pinned down so they don’t hurt the ler but also so they can’t chicken out and leave.


- tiny finger strokes down the sides when you’re spooning 

- making fake eating noises when you’re nibbling or mouthing at a bad spot just to hear the lee howl and squeal wildly (ohmygosh especially if youre teasing at some tummy pudge or the backs of the knees or the hips or!! ahhh)


- just causually talking about getting a spot and the potential lee starts breaking out every nervous tick they have like stuttering, bouncing their legs, rubbing their neck, avoiding eye-contact with a stupid big smile on their face, blushing, not being able to make full sentences ect.

- a cheeky lee asking a ler to explain something or asking a question, and then the lee starts rubbing or self-tickling, or wiggling a known bad spot of theirs and the ler freezes and just! can’t! deal with that!!

- ugghhhh that stretch people do. That horrible thing where they sttrrreeeetttccchhh up and their shirt rises and oh god there’s their tummy /.\

-that same stretch but when a ler comes up behind them and gets em in the armpits <3 or gets the ribs!

- ticklish backs

- teasing a ler by waggling your feet or other body part you know they have mad ler lust for (like tummies) 

- when someone can’t have their hair up/is afraid of having short hair because oh goodness what if a ler k  n o w s about their ticklish neck?

- that deer in the head lights “oh shit” face people pull when tickling is brought up and they know they gon get it <3

- calling people “tickle-hungry”

Lance in a coma (WIP)

The mission had seemed to be going fine at first - a small, seemingly uninhabited planet had been revealed to be a Galran Empire work camp, and they had to liberate it. Work camps were usually operated more by robots than actual Galran soldiers. Typically one flesh-and-bones soldier to every 20 robots, plus one commander. Sounds easy enough.

However, only a few minutes into taking down robots and rescuing prisoners, Pidge got wind that their father might be among them. After that, everything kinda went to shit.

With Pidge acting on desperation rather than logic (and who wouldn’t?) Lance had volunteered to go with them to keep them safe and focused. That’s when it happened. The Galran commander in charge of the camp snuck up behind them while Pidge hacked a locked gate, and by the time Lance saw the giant charging towards them with some sort of weapon he couldn’t identify all he could do was protect his teammate.

He was knocked out on impact, blissfully unaware of the severe head and neck injuries he just took.

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