Call Me Ca$hlyn

PROMPTS ARE OPEN! I now have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me here: https://ko-fi.com/amazingmsme 26 years old I know my blog's a mess, but you're gonna have to deal with it. If you like cute fluff, angst, or unnecessary crossovers you'll love me. I write fics for a number of fandoms, so just send in a prompt & I'll see what I can do. I'm obsessed with musicals, youtubers, Umbrella Academy, Marvel, Stranger Things. & Critical Role. Also, check out my wattpad account if you want to see all my fics cause I'm too lazy & bad with computers to make a masterpost https://www.wattpad.com/user/amazingmsme

[amazingmsme]

Welcome to my humble abode!

I’ve been getting quite the influx of new followers, so I think a bit of a (re)introduction is in order! I’m so happy & grateful for all of y’all, but sometimes I wonder… if you aren’t just a little bit lost. (No shade at all! I just wonder if like, you know where you are) So I guess it’s about time I have a pinned post to explain things ‘round these parts

Hello, I’m a fic writer who’s been trapped here since 2015, thanks for checking out my blog! I got a wide range of stuff to choose from like headcanons & fics, & a vast selection of fandoms

But before you get ahead of yourself, wait! Come here for a sec, I need to tell you something…

This isn’t an ordinary blog. No, I make fics of a certain variety tickle fics & if that’s not your cup of tea, that’s fine! There’s “normal” stuff here too, but the vast majority of content will be involving that

[riskywaterz]

Do your "gills" actually work? If so are they sensitive? Has grace actually touched them? What was his reaction

Gills…

[amazingmsme]

Absolutely no spoilers, but I just saw the last act & I really love all the first person pov scenes, I hope more animated shows & movies play around with that concept

[cacoonedmoonworm]

Simon doodles and some head canon ideas

Finally had some motivation to draw my god the art block is killing me lol wanted to do a lil ref sheet for Simon!

A little unsure about the tail but I think it would be cute if when Simon first arrives on the Hail Mary he doesn’t realize that his tail has a mind of his own and he’s just walking around wagging his tail while still trying to put up a tough guy act is adorable (Grace also thinks it’s adorable and doesn’t tell him right away that his tail gives away his feelings)

Also ticklish tails are adorable and I think Ryland will come up and just squeeze at it while Si is distracted making him squeal! I love the thought of underneath the little fins in his tail are a huge tickle spot for him, Grace was so surprised and excited when he came across this information and used it against Simon all the time

Also his back and ear spines are of course also very tickling and Grace and Rocky are very excited to feel and experiment on them and it is killing Simon lol (I feel like Rocky teases Simon a lot with this stuff for some reason)

His gills are extremely sensitive and I think it would be cute if every once in awhile Simon needs them to be cleaned or maybe something gets stuck in there and Grace have to dig it out while Simon is cackling and fighting for his life

Although very ticklish, Simon loves be pet, head and back scratches are great (he is giggling through it tho, to ticklish for his own good)! Grace and Rocky both love to pet at his tail or just hold it while cuddling together! Most of this makes Simon exceptionally flustered, especially at first when he’s not used to all the affection and attention Grace loves to give him!

Hope you all like it and feel free to give any headcanons of your own, I would love to hear them!

[amazingmsme]

Straddle (or some variation) for the ask game?

This one’s from my totally canon compliant blue eye samurai fic! God, I’m so ready for next season!

She quickly straddled him, grappling to maintain the upper hand until she had him pinned.

[portraitoftheoddity]

The problem with having OCs is that sometimes you wanna read about your little guy being in situations but unfortunately he is YOUR little guy and no one is gonna put him in that situation but you. Tragic.

[amazingmsme]

fanfic guessing game: ring

Past tense, but it still counts

It rang once, twice, and he answered without looking, "Yellow?"

[amazingmsme]

omg you have a castlevania fic in your drafts!! I’m so excited 😁

Yes I doooo! It’s about Trevor’s birthday & Sypha & Alucard celebrate with him! He doesn’t even remember it’s his own birthday, but they do

[greatleekate]

Thank You

I finally watched Iron Lung so this is a bloodymary tickle fic! Personally I wrote it as platonic, but take it however you like.

I didn’t try to come up with a backstory for how Simon ended up on the Hail Mary - I’m not good enough at fiction for that lol. Feel free to fill in the blank with your own favorite theory.

Discussion of PTSD/trauma and Simon learning to trust Grace :)

Ler!Grace, Lee!Simon

Summary: Simon doesn’t know what tickling is. Grace is, as ever, happy to enlighten curious minds.

——— “Simon?” Grace called out, peering nervously into the dormitory. “I’m here to check on your arm…”

Simon startled, then forced himself to relax. “Uh, okay, yeah.”

Grace nearly beamed at the fact that Simon was letting him help. It had been a rocky road getting Simon to trust him. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what possible science could’ve led Simon to appear in his airlock, mutations and all, covered in blood. From what he’d managed to piece together, it’s clear that the two men came from very different universes. 

Grace bumbled over and kneeled next to Simon. He gave the younger man the benefit of the doubt as Simon fidgeted nervously at the proximity. He could tell Simon was not used to care, medical or otherwise. Grace carefully unwrapped the bandages on Simon’s amputated arm and inspected the wound.

Simon had never felt this clean before. He’d ardently refused when Grace offered to help him wash (“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”), but had cooled down when Grace showed him the sponge bath area and given him privacy. His body was clean. He smelled decent. He was even wearing clean clothes—Grace’s. 

A lot of laundry had been done on the Hail Mary since Simon appeared—he’d bloodied a lot of sheets. Grace seemed to have endless patience. Simon didn’t understand it.

Grace made quick work of the injury originally. Simon hadn’t trusted Armando, so the robot had given verbal instructions while Grace tended to Simon’s wounds. 

Simon watched as Grace hummed something to himself and re-bandaged the wound. It felt strange to Simon that Grace was the one kneeling. He thought it should be him, prostrating himself for his sandy-haired savior. He didn’t really believe he was alive, still. He felt that some part of him had been transported to an alternate reality—Heaven, maybe—while his true self died an infinite death in the blood ocean. He felt grateful that his soul, his consciousness, was here in this bright and quiet place. 

Grace patted Simon’s shoulder gently. “All done,” he said, face sunny and open. Grace couldn’t believe there was another human with him. He asked Rocky about a million times if his alien friend was seeing Simon too, worried he had finally lost it.

“Thanks,” Simon said gruffly. Grace’s eyebrows raised before he could school his expression into neutrality. Simon had seemed grateful from his body language, but was wary of him and hadn’t spoken much, not even to say thank you. He’d only asked questions with a fearful undercurrent in his voice. 

“It’s no problem,” Grace said. “Really. I’m happy to do all of it. I’m just glad to have company.”

Simon nodded. A moment of silence passed before Simon spoke up again. “Can I show you something?”

Grace perked up. “Of course.” 

Simon used his free hand to pull his borrowed t-shirt over his head. It was a bit of a struggle, and Grace almost intervened, but he didn’t want to embarrass or rush Simon, so he waited patiently. He glanced away for a second when Simon’s chest was revealed, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but looked back when he understood it was a medical question.

Simon lifted his amputated arm and used his good arm to point to something just below his armpit. It seemed to be a growth, but not like the tooth mutation on Simon’s face. It was a brownish mutation with tendrils spreading across Simon’s upper ribs. 

“I think it’s the thing that was grabbing at me back in the sub,” Simon said. “I- I wasn’t sure what it was, so I don’t know how to explain it. But I don’t think it’s part of my body.” 

Grace nodded. “Do you want me to try to remove it?”

Simon hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to touch it myself,” he said anxiously.

Grace’s brows furrowed. He could tell there was some trauma there. “Okay,” he said. “I can try.” 

Grace reached up and skimmed his fingers gently over the substance. It didn’t grab onto him or move in any way, so Grace assumed it was stable. He grabbed a pair of tweezers and started to gently pry it off. Simon winced a few times, but ultimately the substance came off cleanly, leaving only a small patch of irritation on Simon’s ribcage. 

“See? All better,” Grace said warmly, relieved himself that it came off without a struggle. 

Simon’s torso sagged in relief. “Thanks,” he said again. 

Grace grinned. Two thank yous! Take that, trauma therapists. Maybe one molecular biologist is enough to cure PTSD. 

Well, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself a little.

Simon’s expression turned slightly puzzled at the big smile, but he dismissed it as another Grace quirk. Grace wasn’t like anyone he ever met. He lowered his amputated arm slowly. 

“Hold on, I want to put something on the rash,” Grace said. He grabbed a tube of something or other and propped up Simon’s arm gently. 

Grace squeezed a dollop of the cream onto his finger and dabbed it gently onto the rash. Simon twitched. 

Grace paused. “Does it hurt?”

Simon shook his head. Grace continued. Simon shifted again.

“Are you sure?” Grace asked.

“Yeah, I- it just feels weird,” Simon stammered.

“Weird how?” Grace murmured, finishing up with the rash cream as quickly as possible to limit discomfort. 

Simon lowered his arm. “Like, itchy? But not like usual. It makes me feel kind of…warm.”

Grace frowned. “Hmm. Can I try something?”

Simon shrugged. 

Grace ran his fingers gently around the rash. Simon shivered. 

Grace chuckled. “Oh, I know what it is,” he said. “You’re ticklish.”

“I’m what?”

“You don’t know what that is?” Grace said in a shocked tone.

“No,” Simon said self-consciously. 

“Huh,” Grace said, sitting back on his heels. “Tickling. It’s a nervous system response to protect vital organs. There are places on the human body that are more sensitive. If someone else touches them gently, you feel kind of tingly and often it will make you laugh. Different people are ticklish in different places.”

“Why…why would you do that? It sounds dumb,” Simon grumbled.

Grace smiled. “It’s like play. Kids do it. Sometimes people do it when they’re adults too. I don’t know, it’s just to be silly.”

“Oh,” Simon said, a punched-out sort of noise. Play. Not much time for that in Eden. That explains why he hadn’t heard of it. 

Grace waited patiently for any further reaction. He started to pack up the medical supplies he’d used, giving Simon space.

“Can I try?” Simon spoke up.

Grace turned around. ”Hmm?”

“Can I try the tickling thing?”

“Oh,” Grace said, blushing slightly. He shifted to sit next to Simon instead of kneeling in front of him. “Yeah. Sure.”

Simon waited patiently, if a little apprehensively. There was a moment of silence. “Are you going to… do anything?” Simon asked. “Never mind, this is so fucking stupid, I—“

“No, hold on, it’s not stupid,” Grace said gently. “I just didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“Okay,” Simon said. His voice was unusually small.

Grace ran his fingers gently on the same spot he had before, just on the side without the rash. Simon’s good hand instantly batted Grace’s hand away. 

Grace paused, withdrawing his hand. “You good?”

“Sorry, instinct,” Simon muttered. Grace swore he could see a hint of red on Simon’s cheeks. 

“All good,” Grace said cheerfully. He lowered his hand back to Simon’s side and squeezed gently. 

Simon let out a choked sound, twisting away from Grace’s hand. “Wh- why does it feel like that?” Simon said, his voice a bit higher pitched than usual. 

Grace chuckled. “It tickles,” he replied. “Weird, huh?”

Simon’s frown deepened, but so did his light blush. Grace took this as a sign to continue, knowing Simon was much stronger than him and could stop him if necessary. 

Grace squeezed gently up Simon’s side again before landing a few pokes on Simon’s belly. Simon didn’t laugh, but a few more grunts and choked noises escaped his mouth. 

“You’re not gonna laugh?” Grace asked, an endeared smile on his face. “You’re allowed, you know.” 

“A-allowed?”

“Yeah,” Grace said gently, sensing that there was more behind this request than Simon was letting on. 

It was quiet for a moment. Simon jerked again as Grace’s fingers played around his bellybutton, a blunt “hah” noise forcing its way out of his mouth. 

“You say I’m allowed,” Simon grunted, “but don’t you gotta actually make me laugh first?”

Grace squinted, unable to discern if that was humor or a genuine question. He settled for humor, based on the set of Simon’s eyebrows. “Wha- are you saying I’m not doing a good job?” Grace exclaimed. 

Simon looked up into Grace’s eyes with an expression of mild mischief. 

“Wooow,” Grace said, a smirk spreading across his face. Internally, he was delighted that Simon was opening up and not being afraid to push back at him a little. “I can’t believe this. Mr. Big Scary Blood Ocean is provoking me for tickles.” 

“No I am fucking not—“ Simon protested, but he was cut off by honest-to-God giggles as Grace squeezed up his ribs. 

“Such a mouth on you, Si,” Grace scolded lightly. He dug a thumb into Simon’s pectoral muscle in retaliation. 

“Ahaha- Si?” Simon grunted, squirming away and trying not to smack Grace’s arm with his good hand. 

“You don’t like it?” 

A few breathless laughs later, Simon replied, “It’s fine, I guehehess…”

Grace tormented Simon’s top ribs until the man was shaking and huffing with silent chuckles. He was impressed Simon hadn’t pushed him away yet. 

“You‘ll tell me when you’ve had enough, yeah?” Grace asked.

“Y-yeah,” Simon said through gritted teeth. 

“Hmm,” Grace hummed, switching it up to try scribbling down Simon’s neck. He immediately tried to protect it with his shoulder, making a hissing noise followed by a few nervous giggles.

“It’s funny, you’re making noises like you’re in pain but you’re laughing,” Grace observed in a murmured tone.

Simon flushed at being scrutinized. “No, it’s cute,” Grace assured him. This did not help with Simon’s raging blush. 

Grace’s fingers migrated around the curve of Simon’s shoulder and snuck under his good arm, scritching gently along the soft hairs there. Simon jerked with a startled laugh, trapping Grace’s hand inside. 

“Aww, man,” Grace said playfully. “I’m stuck.” He pouted comically, wiggling his fingers around. 

Simon was beyond giggly. “Noho you’re not- gehet the fuck outta there- ahaha…”

“I’m 100 percent stuck and I can’t possibly get out,” Grace insisted with a cheeky grin. “Tickle tickle, Si…” 

“What- why would you fuhucking sahay that?!” Simon exclaimed through a few snort-laughs. 

“Ohoho, did you just snort?” Grace chuckled in adoration. “Uh- It’s like a thing you say. To tease the person getting tickled.” 

“Why does it make it so much worse…” Simon whined. 

Grace lifted his extra arm and found Simon’s other armpit, giving it the same treatment. “Because it’s silly, and it tickle tickle tickles!” He said in a goofy voice. 

Simon endured about another minute of being tickled under both arms, doubled over as if in pain but giggling towards the floor of the ship. When he finally had enough, he twisted his torso sharply and essentially shoved Grace away. 

Grace backed off instantly, his smile fading. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Simon said gruffly. 

Grace nodded slowly. “You know, if you say ‘stop’ verbally, I will stop,” he said gently. 

Simon looked up. “Really?” He hated how needy his voice sounded.

“Yeah,” Grace said. “Pinky promise.” 

Simon looked at the proffered pinky, and then down in his lap. He seemed to think for a second. Then, he made a decision. 

He offered Grace his amputated arm to meet the pinky in the middle, making Grace burst into amused giggles. “Sorry,” Grace chuckled. “I offered a one-armed man a pinky promise. Not my finest.”

Simon smiled despite himself at Grace’s laughter. A proud feeling expanded in his chest at having made him laugh. 

“Thank you,” Simon said for the third time that day before he could stop himself. Grace just smiled.

He watched Grace collect himself, and he let Grace help him put his shirt back on. He felt warm inside. If this was Heaven, he didn’t want to come back to life. 

He shook his head slightly to dismiss the feeling. He cleared his throat, smoothing his face into his usual serious expression. Simon trailed after Grace as he made his way to the lab—a part of the ship he hadn’t explored yet. 

Grace looked back, surprised but glad that Simon was following. He continued walking, a new bounce in his step.

“So,” Simon said eventually when he was seated across from Grace, watching him fix a broken piece of lab equipment. “Do you talk to everyone like they’re a child, or just me?”

Grace’s laughter reverberated around the ship. 

[amazingmsme]

wip ask game!!!

either squirm/some variation or pout/some variation

I know it shows up in the castlevania fic & a blue eye samurai fic, but I’ll go with a lil sneak peek of my dispatch fic

"I'll take you up on that," Invisigal offered, wrestling his flailing legs into a headlock, but she had trouble grabbing ahold of his knee with all the squirming. "Do me a favor and bring him over to the desk."

[amazingmsme]

Hello! Hope you're doing well! If you could do the ask game for F, G, O, Q, R for Grace and/or Rocky from PHM please? 🙏 Thanks and have a great day!

You’re very welcome! I had a lot of fun with this one!

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

G: super playful & spunky! He’s so goofy in general, he just cranks that energy up to 100 during tickle fights

R: bro gets SO competitive! He turns into a mischievous lil shit, & likes to tease a lot

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

G: the gigglerrrr! Literally the giggliest motherfucker you’ll ever meet! He goes full armadillo mode & curls up in a ball to protect himself

R: what we consider gentle tickles don’t really work on Eridians, but there’s different methods that work really well! Like if you tap along his joints or vents, that works pretty good. I also think with their version of tickling, through sounds & pitch, have different frequencies that produce different sensations, so higher pitches produce more of a light/gentle tickling sensation. & Rocky canNOT handle it! Squealing & flailing around as he curses in both Eridian & English

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

G: not really? He wasn’t really that close with anyone to do this kinda thing with, & I just don’t think he was into social media in general. But maybe after he joins the phm team, he’s taunt Carl or his Russian buddies over text just to be a lil shit more than anything. & then he’s all confused why they wreck him the next time they see him

R: Rocky literally JUST got a computer & he’s still learning how to use it. But if he did, I think he’d just spam emojis like 😂 & 🪶

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

G: blushes & maybe let out a few nervous chuckles like “yeeeaaah, I’m pretty ticklish” he’s so cute & sheepish but completely honest about it! Like what are they gonna do, tickle him? There’s more important things to do, & besides, they’re all adults! It’s not like anyone’s actually gonna use that information…

R: literally just repeats the question & asks if YOU are ticklish! “I asked you first!” “I asked you second!” type shit

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

G: definitely a switch, but like, a heavy lee leaning switch

R: he wants to be ler so bad but it’s more of a 50/50 switch, but it knocks down to like 40/60 once he’s back on Erid. Adrian has years to catch up on & they love hearing their beloved partner laugh

[amazingmsme]

WIP guess game, raspberry?

Sorry, I can’t find that one

[amazingmsme]

WIP guess game!

"Shriek"?

Yup! This one’s from a Castlevania fic I’ve had in my drafts for… a while a whole year

"Noho Ihihi DIHIHIDN'T!" he shrieked when she slipped a hand under his shirt, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton without warning.

I promise I’ll finish it soon! Especially cause I just reread what I have to search for this word & remembered how much I loved it

[lokincest-deactivated20180601]

Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[amazingmsme]

I dont know if youre still doing the ask game thing, but if you are

W, T, I, E

For either rocky or ryland grace. You get to choose ✨️

Anon: oooh also on the project hail mary train. J, E, H or I for grace?

Answering these together since there’s some overlap. I love them so much y’all don’t even know!

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

Grace is just so touch starved, I think his favorite part is the closeness of it all. But he also just genuinely loves how it feels cause he’s silly like that

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

G: Grace will go unusually quiet & just stare the hell outta you. Literally just 👁️👁️ until you notice & ask what’s wrong

R: Rocky will try to goad you into it by being an annoying lil shit until you snap

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

If he knows it’s coming, he’ll try to put his glasses in a safe place beforehand

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

G: Grace tries to hold out as long as he can & insists he doesn’t have the information they’re after & that they clearly have the wrong guy, but he will eventually give up

R: Rocky will try to play dumb like he can’t understand what they’re saying & will only speak Eridian (only works if the interrogator isn’t also Eridian) otherwise he’ll just try to mock & get on the interrogator’s nerves until it comes back to bite him

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

G: surprisingly isn’t really phased by the word tickle or any variation of it. It’s just a normal physical reaction & response. He only starts to get embarrassed if it’s in relation to himself & the person asking is acting like they’re gonna use that information

R: also pretty chill about the word, & is more curious than anything when it’s brought up. But he does get kinda embarrassed hearing the Eridian word for it because Adrian teases him so much

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

G: Mr. Tickle Monster himself! Bro loves to act like he’s possessed by the tickle monster & can’t control what he’s doing

R: Rocky likes to point out the obvious, like which spots are more ticklish than others, & comments on the different sounds he’s drawing out. With Grace, he likes to say how he’s “the most ticklish human” he’s ever met or ask “are all humans this ticklish? Question”

[sleepysheepytea]

pebblesitting !!

just a doodle this time, i loved the sketch sm i didnt wanna ruin it HELPEME

I FORGOR TO DRAW THEIR SUITS IDC LETS PRETEND THE ATMOSPHERE DOESNT EXIST AND THEY CAN HUG

i promise i will at some point draw something other than lee grace im sorry i have not had a fixation in a million years and my brain is so starved that its actually tweaking

im sincerely sorry for my hyperfixating shenanegains I PROMISE ILL DRAW SOMETHING ELSE SOON HEFOKFJKRN

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]