short reads

anonymous asked:

Yay requests are open! How about fluffy shenanigans when s/O finds out their chocobro is extremely ticklish? Will they be kind or cruel??? Hehehehe cruel is always welcomed

I once read somewhere that tickling well either lead to making out or a fight…So…tickle at your own safety.



The first time you had ran your fingers against Noctis’s rib cage as he slept, you thought it was just a nerve reaction and a twitch with a pleasing sigh. Yet the next time you did it while he was starting to doze, and that adorable little laugh fell from his lips you realized you had a weapon to use against him.

Prince hogging the bed? Tickle!

Prince laying on you and you need to get dinner started? Tickle!

Prince being a stubborn little brat who doesn’t want to eat his veggies? Well, a bunch of empty promises and kisses.

Yet tickling always made you feel better, hearing that cute little laugh and him weakly fighting against you.



Tickle fights are kind of a typical Tuesday night for the two of you. It would start out cute and innocent, the two of you cuddling against one another on the couch. Watching t.v or playing a round of King’s Knight, when someone’s hand would stray to a rib or hip, and from there it was on.

The two of you would start a tickle war at any time, no holds bars! It was the quickest way to brighten the other day!

A war could happen at any time, yet typical more wars would start by one of you laying on top of the other and suddenly demanding all the attention. If all of the attention was known right away, all it would take would be a hand to wander and than…

“No…” A bunch of laughter as hands to fend away the attack. “Fair!”

Yet as the winner of the war often states between treaty kisses, “All’s fair in love and war.”



The first time you did it, it was a lazy day around the house. You were laying on the man, both of you laying on the couch, catching up on this weeks reading, your hands drawing lazy circles on the tan skin beneath you. When your nails ran across the dip, where those powerful legs met that strong torso.

You got a twitch. You racked your fingers across the space again, and that same twitch. One more time and than a strong hand grabbed your own.

“What are you doing?”


“Cut it out.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

Your fingers rubbed against the space again, and next thing you know, you were tossed on your back, and fingers were dragging against your ribs and sides, dragging laughs from you time and time again.

Now, your fingers would find that dip time and time again. It was a mission, you’d always strike when he least expected it. Fresh from the shower, watching t.v, just standing there. You’d normally get about a good few chuckles from him before he would flip the scripts and you’d be on the receiving it.



You had never expected for Ignis to be ticklish, much less on the sides and back of his neck.  The first time you dragged your nails against those light freckles, and he twitched and chuckled breaking away from you, you honestly froze uncertain of what just happened.

“Darling…” Ignis called, staring at you in confusion.

“Oh my gods, that’s so cute!”

Now it was your secret weapon, if he seemed to concentrated or too tense, you’d move up behind the man, running a nail across those freckles, before getting a deep chuckle.

Ignis never seemed to mind, in all honesty, he actually rather enjoyed it, as you only seemed to do it when you were worried about him or believed himself to be overexerting himself. Besides, there were quite a few times where those skilled fingers of his own, would rack down your sides to drag your own laughter to join his.

But not
will try
to offer
a hand,
for you
to hold—
in the end
when you
get home,
I hope
you’ll find
with yourself
even if
you’re on
your own.
—  ma.c.a // Alone but not Lonely
My heart tells me this is the best and greatest feeling I have ever had. But my mind knows the difference between wanting what you can’t have and wanting what you shouldn’t want. And I shouldn’t want you.
—  Cassandra Clare, City of Glass (The Mortal Instruments, #3)
we will cry
with our hands
on our knees,
we will close
our eyes
with tired souls
and dreamless
but I always hope
that —someday—
one morning—
we will wake up
with courage
and wonderful
—  ma.c.a // Hope is a gamble, and I’m in

I made this for Asexual Awareness Week in November, but it turned out to be a bigger project than I expected. O.O But better late than never!

Asexuals are often a misunderstood sexual orientation, and many feel lost and alone due to the sheer lack of information about it! It was so hard to find ANY scientific sources about it for my research paper last year, and it’s all but invisible in mainstream media. So I hope this sheds some light on the subject!

Aces, you are not alone! We are valid and beautiful!!

I wonder
if there’s still
an unbroken heart
here in this world—
other than
a newborn child’s,
other than
an innocent kid’s,
with a pure beating heart,
with a clear thinking mind.

I wonder,
I hope.
Even if
the answer
might hurt.

—  ma.c.a // Pieces of our hearts
You taught me how to love someone but you never told me how to stop.
—  abandoned lessons // excerpt from a book I’ll never write ( offdxys )

Keith and Shiro decide to go to the beach. During the day, Keith gets a spider-man popsicle (because is nerd af) with temporary tattoos in it. Shiro suggests to use them, he loves his boyfriend so much.

i hate you. i hate how you made me fall for you so much harder than you fell for me. i hate how you made me believe you would never leave. i hate how all of your “i love you"s were all lies. i hate how you made me so dependent on you. i hate how you left me in the dust and forgot about me. i hate how i let you come and go as you pleased. i hate how i hate myself because of you. i hate how i dont hate you.
—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #11 // not only did you leave me but you took my self love with you

So maybe,
I am waiting
for something
that will not happen,
yet maybe someday
I will be so happy
and surprise
by something
I could never imagine—

that’s when
the universe
will show
it’s love
for me.

—  ma.c.a // And in the end, the stars will still shine brightly

ninoir week day 5: cosplay

i was considering doing something for @siderealsandman‘s au fic [read it if u haven’t!!], but then frickin’ abbey broke me with her day 5 prompt last night [read it read it read it!!!]  and i am a huge a sucker for angst, so i needed to draw for it… mostly the last pic, but the others, i imagine that’s how things went lmao.

She decided to end false friendships right at this moment but no one will notice. All she has to do is never bother to talk to you first; but she will still treat you nicely. There’s nothing wrong with being nice to a stranger anyway.
—  Ammaryllis (her-alter-idem)
You once taught me what love felt like and now you’re teaching me what heartbreak feels like.
—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #7