Yes.

I..I love it..so much- I can’t even begin to describe how good this is

Tickletober Day 13: Blush

fandom: marvel

word count: 600

pairing: loki x reader (established relationship)

summary: loki searches for any and all things that make you blush

“Hello, darling,” Loki bellowed in that deep, seductive voice of his. He came from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your temple. You blushed at his words and actions, smiling and spinning around to face him.

Loki let a breathy laugh shoot through his nose at the sight of your face, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “Is that really all it takes to fluster you?” He asked. You hid your face in his chest, groaning quietly. You had muttered something to him, but it was muffled due to being pressed into his shirt. “I didn’t hear a word you just said, dove.”

You pulled back and looked up again, your eyes locking onto his vibrant blue ones. “I said that I can’t help it. It’s a natural reaction.”

“Well, it’s adorable. One of my favorite things about you,” Loki professed, leaning down to kiss you softly. You accepted it with eagerness, your face continuously growing warmer.

It had become a little game for Loki—finding things that caused you to blush in that endearing way that made him want to scoop you into his arms and squeeze you tight. He loved watching your cheeks turn pink as a shy smile rose to your face.

Loki found that the easiest way was to call you a pet name. ‘Darling’ got the best reaction, but he swore he wouldn’t say it too often lest you get used to it and stop blushing. Another sure-fire way was complimenting you. It could be just about anything; how your clothes accentuated your body, how beautiful your smile was, how swiftly you could take down enemies. Loki complimented you at least once a day just to watch your face change shades.

And recently, he’d added one more to his list of way to make you blush. It was purely an accident—Loki’s fingers squeezed your side a bit too hard when he hugged you from behind, causing you to squeak and buckle away from his hand. You instantly knew what had happened, your face turning red in response. Hopefully, Loki hadn’t—

“Ticklish, darling?” Loki asked impishly, only making your cheeks grow warmer in embarrassment. His head twisted over your shoulder to be able to see you, but you turned it the other way. “You cannot hide those blushing cheeks from me, dear, I can practically feel the heat radiating off of them.”

Without warning, Loki wiggled his fingers into your side with the intent to make it tickle, holding you tighter to his chest when you jolted and tried moving away. Giggling, you whined, “Lohokihi!”

“How delightful this is!” He boasted as he lifted you off the ground to carry you into the common room, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap. The entire journey, you were squirming, begging Loki not to exploit this little fact. “I can’t give up such a perfect opportunity to see you smile and laugh, love. Not to mention you’re blushing like crazy.

Loki twisted you on his lap and pushed you flat on your back so that he could see you better, wasting no time in scratching at your belly. Your eyes squeezed shut in ticklish laughter and your arms moved to block his access. “Lohoki! Wahahait!”

“You’re positively radiant, dove. I can’t stop now!” He teased, prodding into your ribs. Your face felt as if it were on fire with Loki complimenting you, calling you a pet name, and tickling you senseless.

But you were okay with it because you knew that Loki was inexcusably in love with you.

Well...um..

Hey, You Might Be Autistic.

Okay, deep breaths. I know this is hard for you if you’ve always considered yourself neurotypical.

You might be thinking of the “Autistic screeching” jokes, that you’ve heard them used, that you’ve used them yourself.

You might be thinking “but I’m smart/social/normal!”

It’s okay. Unpack your defensiveness.

ESPECIALLY if you’re a girl. So many Autistic girls are never diagnosed, and I’m going to try to make sure you’re not one of them.

- If you are often “in fandoms” and you have hyperfixations with them - whether they change or not - that could be a Special Interest (SpIn for short), a term for an Autistic person’s fixation.

- If you consider yourself “smart but lazy” - Autistic people tend to be “smarter” than most neurotypicals, but often lack energy. This is sometimes dismissed as “a gifted person who just isn’t trying”.

- If you have “resting bitch face”, remember that Autistic people usually don’t express emotion in their face or body language, so it could be one of the key signs for Autism.

- If you are “sensitive towards light/sound/temperature” and often find yourself “overreacting” (and feel childish / have people tell you that you’re childish because of it), you could be experiencing sensory overload.

- If you “enjoy fidgeting” or just really like good smells/tastes/textures beyond normalcy, you could be stimming, which is extremely common in both people with ADHD and Autism.

- If you are “emotional because of other people’s feelings” or “unempathetic/unemotional when it comes to other people”, you could be experiencing hyperempathy/hypoempathy, especially if you tend to fluctuate between the two. Remember that being hypoempathetic doesn’t make you a bad person: you can still experience compassion/sympathy like anybody else!

- If you consider yourself “weird”, remember that Autistic minds work differently than Allistic minds, and that this could mean that you’re not just “quirky/odd/unusual”, you’re Autistic.

Don’t panic, the Autistic community is beautiful and a lovely place to be in. And remember that self-diagnosis is 100% okay, good, and valid.

Everybody can reblog this, whether you are Autistic or Allistic/neurotypical ❤️

Since I didn’t finish Daredevil im making up for it by watching Queer Eye

What If… has been finished- I am fully prepared for Doctor Strange: MOM

It’s hydration hours

Eveyone who reads this has to drink water

I don’t make the rules

TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT! TICKLE TENT!!!

okay but the thought of going camping with a switch/ler and sneaky hands sliding into your sleeping bag or being zipped up in one with them and tickled with nowhere to go but then if you do get out of the sleeping bag to run away you'd still have to fumble with the zippers of the tent with them still coming after you making it impossible and you're just playfully trapped in your little tickle tent HALP

Jeez, servere anxiety is a pain

Reblog If You're Someone In the Tickle Community Who Suffers from Depression, Anxiety, ect. or If You Support Those Who Do

Optional: If you do suffer from a mental illness and/or mental injury, feel free to list them in the tags.

Welcome, Project Ru-A

I got bored and wanted to write something! This is 1,433 words, which is the longest thing I've ever written, so I'm very proud of it! A picture is included at the end! This one is a bit dark, so please be aware of the following:

Tw// mention of blood, mention of death, fainting, kidnapping, panic attack(s), forced mind possession (??), being trapped in one's own head, talks of murder, being referred to as a 'play thing', and screaming (lots of screaming)

A hummed as he made his way to the Daycare. It was time to help Sun clean again for the week, so he was fully prepared with lots of sanitizer. Though, something felt off. He had noticed that Sun didn't send him a message this week, which was concerning in A’s eyes because Sun was always on schedule, making sure times were correct and when A would be there. But he had received nothing of the sort.

Upon arriving at the entrance to the Superstar Daycare, A froze in place as he saw the total destruction. “WHAT THE HELL?!” He cried out. Debris was everywhere, from the entrance to the entirety of the area, was nothing but ash, some smoke, and broken pieces. Had something that Moon built malfunctioned?

A walked further in, leaving the cleaning cart at the front. He carefully made his way through the darkness, yet he could feel eyes on him. Just the feeling alone made him want to high tail it out of there. As he got closer to the door he could hear voices, three to be exact. But they didn't sound like anyone he knew, and none of them sounded distressed about the situation. In fact, it seemed the more higher toned of the bunch was delighted.

“Who the hell…?” A whispered to himself. He was thankful for the little bit of light as he peeked through a small hole in the wall of the main daycare structure. To his surprise he found more Sun and Moon models, but something was wrong.

He looked at the one closest to the wall. He couldn't see their face, but it looked like Sun, but also Moon? Albeit destroyed, and british, but he seemed the most excited to be here. Looking at the other, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread, as if he knew this thing. It wore mostly navy blue with accents of red, baring a hood and ripped cape and what looked like a jumper. His face was maroon and white with red swirly eyes, and sharp teeth to match his claws. He sat back to listen.

“Excellent work today, Bloodmoon! As your prize, you will get a barrel with enough blood to feed both of you~!”

So his dread was right… He never explicitly knew or met Bloodmoon, but he would always hear about him from Sun in passing. He contemplated running, but he feared that he would be heard from how quiet the place was. He honestly found it to be a miracle that the front doors did not make a sound.

“You hear that, brother?! We get more blood!” A deeper voice cheered.

“I know! I'm so excited! And hungry…” A now lighter voice spoke back from the same body.

“Now, run along and feast! I feel as though we have a guest.” The broken one ushered the two.

A could feel his heart practically beating out of his chest as he heard that. Had he been discovered? How?! He could have sworn he was quiet! He listened for the two twins to be far enough away to make his way to a hiding place. He was quick enough right? He had managed to escape situations like this plenty of times! He panicked, ducking behind some piled up debris, as the doors to the main daycare opened and the broken one stepped out.

“Where, oh where has the little mouse gone~? Let's play a game, shall we?”

A stood there, looking for any escape route. As he looked around, the footsteps progressively got louder, and he could have swore he saw a rectangular red light. He brushed off the light to being has panic.

“I can hear your heartbeat, how curious~”

A weighed his options before trying to run, but was quickly grabbed by the broken animatronic. It seemed faster, as if it knew what it was doing. A starting kicking and screaming, actually terrified of this being. He had never seen it, and didn't know what it could do, but if it's working with Bloodmoon, this could very well be how he died. “NO-! LET ME GO-! PLEASE-!”

Ruin only chuckled, pulling A tighter in his grip. A let out a strained squeak as he let out what breath was stuck. Its grip really hurt, and he could feel bits of its body threatening to cut his flesh at any moment. “How curious… We seem to have someone snooping about~! This simply cannot do~!”

A tried to struggle as much as he could, but feeling a few deep scratches caused him to quickly stop. “P…please, I can just lea-”

“Leave?! After everything you've seen and heard? Oh no, no, no~! You simply must stay! You have no choice.”

A whimpered in his grip, scared out of his mind; It was making him lightheaded. And maybe a bit too much, as the world spun, and inevitably he passed out…

He woke up once more, but tied to the lower structure of the play structure. His hands were tied behind his back to the open bars. And it seemed that he was placed in a constant criss-cross position, not that he minded, but his legs were getting restless. How long was he like this? He could feel another pair of eyes on him, different from the rest. That same sense of dread came back as he guessed it was Bloodmoon. How was he not dead?

“Why can't we rip it apart?!” Bloody cried in anguish.

“Because we have to ‘play along’ with our new ‘brother’,” Harvest rolled his eyes; A could practically hear it in his voice.

“Mmnrroooh- But it's right there- and I'm hungry again!!” Bloody growled.

“Would you two settle down?!” Ruin yelled, “I'm trying to make something for our new play thing! If you're so hungry, go find a barrel or some rats to eat! Our guest is not quite ready for your antics yet~”

“Fine!” Bloodmoon snapped and ran off.

A looked in the direction of Ruin. With all the debris, he couldn't see him, only the static of the tv that once promoted Sundrop Energizing Candy. What did Ruin mean? What was he making? Why not let the twins kill him? He tensed up as he heard footsteps again. Looking over, he saw a glowing pair of eyes, one yellow, one red. Ruin was drawing near. “Please, n-no-”

“Don't worry friend~! This won't hurt a bit~!” Ruin sung, holding up a mask that seemed to be the half of a moon model. “In fact… I think you'll feel good as new~”

A tried to fight off Ruin, but he knew he was out matched in both size and strength. He could only let out a scream as Ruin forced the mask on his face. His screams of fear turned into agony as the mask zapped and dug into his skin, embedding itself into the side of his face. Soon the screaming stopped and A slumped over, feeling paralyzed. His body felt numb as blood dripped from under the mask. His head throbbed, his heart pounding. How was he not dead? And why did he suddenly feel calm? And why did he not quite feel like himself?

Ruin smiled brightly as A looked up at him with bright purple eyes. “It worked!! Yes!! Days of work finished!! All with a little help of Stitchy~”

A struggled to wrap his head around what he was hearing. “Days…?” He covered his ears… why did his voice suddenly sound louder… as if he was hearing himself speak for the first time? Wait, how was he moving freely?

“Still not able to speak yet, hmm? Give it time~! I need to make a few upgrades~” Ruin giggled, and ran off once more.

A starting panicking again. He didn't actually say that? He looked around and could still see his surroundings, but why did his vision look off? Like he was watching a dream play out? Where was he? He turned his body around to see what looked like a vast void with the floor reminiscent of that of a black and white tiled castle. He looked at his hands, only to see purple glowing shackles on his wrists and ankles.

“Where am I?! Hello?!” He cried out, but nobody answered.

He cried out even more, but it only fell on deaf ears. Over and over, he even searched for an exit, but to know avail. Only more vast space. A fell to his knees, and started to sob.

Because when you're alone in your own head…

What else was there to do?

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Why’d you do it? Why’d you call us out

“ My child is fine “ You child is in a gay discord server filled with people who have enough trauma that they think manipulation in friendships is normal