Hiya! I go by Sleepy or Dove! She/Her. SFW only. I'm 22 and ler :D I'm in lots of fandoms (sad most of them don't have tk stuff) Mostly Squid Game, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Hazbin Hotel, and Heated Rivalry rn. If anyone wants to write my hcs you have my full permission as long as you tag me in it
The Full Sibling Experience (Switch!Hyun-ju Switch!Yong-sik)
S.A.V.E T.H.E.M (Non Tickles, Fix-It Fic)
For My Girl (Lee!Si-wan Ler!Sung-hoon Ler!Yu-ri)
5 Times Someone Tickled Hyun-ju Accidentally +1 Time It Was On Purpose (Lee!Hyun-ju Ler!Gyeong-seok Ler!Gi-hun Ler!Jun-hee Ler!Dae-ho Ler!Geum-ja Ler!Yong-sik)
Easy Baby (Lee!Gyeong-seok Ler!Hyun-ju)
I Am Not Your Son (Non Tickles, Triplets fic, Neg!Hyun-ju Parents)
Many people in the realm knew and loved the dark haired princes, the heir, Baelor, and his son, Valarr. Everyone knew he was closest with his father. As a boy, he followed him around everywhere, always at his heels, Maekar's wife, Dyanna, affectionately called him little duckling. Nobody could hide their fond looks whenever Valarr would try to copy his father, his clothing, his speech, the way he stood. Baelor adored his son, there was no denying that, the look on his face when anyone so much as disappointed his boy would have them shaking in their boots. One night Baelor found his son in his study, passed out on one of his open books. Had he been waiting for him? When he got closer he saw that it was the book on Old Valeria he has been reading earlier, not a page changed meaning he had left the book exactly how Baelor left it. His freckled face was slightly smooshed against the pages, mismatched eyes closed lightly, his hair slightly tousled from his sleep. Baelor watched him for a minute, barely remembering the last time he'd seen his son sleep with his own matching mismatched eyes. He finally reached out, carding his fingers through his son's silver streak, watching him shiver and slowly wake up.
"Valarr..." He called softly, watching him slowly come back to his senses.
"Apologies Father, I seem to have drifted off while awaiting your presence." Valarr's voice was rough, seems he'd been asleep longer than he'd thought, as he slowly rose from his father's chair. Baelor caught his arm immediately, just incase he wasn't steady enough.
"What did you need, My Sweet Boy?" Baelor asked, voice barely above a whisper as he fussed Valarr's hair back into place.
"I wanted to know what was to be done about that hedge knight my little cousin is so fond of." Valarr rubbed his eyes, looking much younger than he was now.
"Ser Duncan is his name, Valarr, and Aerion has demanded a trial of seven." He responded, holding the back of Valarr's head, his thumb rubbing back and forth idly.
"He can never leave anything be can he?" He huffed, finding Aerion's bratty and entitled attitude agitating. He unconsciously leans into his father's touch, still not fully awake.
"I had quite the enlightening conversation with Ser Duncan earlier. I already knew Aerion was in the wrong here, but I can only protect him so much. I want to fight by his side in the trial." Valarr's eyes suddenly shot open, staring at his father in shock.
"You do not have your armor with you, Aerion had asked me to fight for him but wouldn't tell me what for so I refused. You now want to fight your nephew... for a hedge knight... armorless?" Valarr could very clearly not believe it. He knew his father well and while it made sense, it also sounded ridiculous.
"That hedge knight is one of the truest knights I have encountered in decades, I understand why Aegon has grown fond of him. Aerion is not in the right here and knowing Maekar, despite not agreeing with his son, he will still fight fiercely by his side. Ser Duncan deserves to be fought for just as hard as Aerion, and I am prepared to fight for what I think is right. You are not fighting, so I ask that you lend me your armor for this." Valarr stared at him as if he were suddenly the three headed dragon on their sigil, his armor??
"Father I am smaller than you, I do not think my armor will fit." He watched Baelor's face, how it changed to a look of fond exasperation.
"It may be a tad tight but I should be able to fit into it, you are not that much smaller than me My Boy. I think you are making excuses." Baelor lightly teased, brushing his thumb over Valarr's freckled cheek.
"You needn't worry about me My Sweet Son, I am a good fighter, I ended the Blackfire Rebellion. Aerion has three kingsgaurd on his side, they cannot harm me due to their oaths, Daeron isn't a fighter, he is only participating because his father commands it, I will focus primarily on keeping Maekar distracted so the fight will primarily be between Ser Duncan and Aerion. Maekar and I sparred regularly as boys, I know his fighting style well, everything will be alright." He soothed, trying to ease whatever worries that were swimming around his son's head. Valarr sighed, leaning against his father's desk, his brown and blue eyes clearly showing confliction.
"The armor is not what worries me Kepa, it is the helm. It won't fit you properly and there for not properly protect your head. Uncle Maekar has a mean swing, especially when he's angry. Let me fight for the hedge knight, the armor fits me like it should, after all, it is mine own, and I can fight just as well-"
"No, absolutely not. I will not have my brother and my son fighting each other, I forbid it." Baelor said firmly, not raising his voice but leaving no room to argue. He stepped in front of Valarr, cupping his son's face, his eyes portraying every emotion that thought alone brought him.
"I will fight and all will be well. Please lend me your armor, you will have it back by the next moon." Baelor pressed a kiss to Valarr's forehead, just like he did whenever he reassured him when he was little. Valarr's eyes fell shut, a huff of frustration leaving his nose. Baelor pulled his son up by the back of his neck, pulling him against him to hug him, cradling the back of his head.
"You need not stress yourself so Trēsy. I am confident, you should be too. I am your father, it is my job to worry for you, not the other way around." He slightly swayed, feeling Valarr slowly relax against him.
"Will you lend me your armor? I would much rather you give it willingly." Valarr hummed slowly, like he still didn't like the idea, Baelor could feel the discontented scrunch of his face against his shoulder.
"Princes do not pout Sweetling." Baelor chuckled, running his fingers along the back of Valarr's neck from where they were resting on the crown of his head. He felt Valarr's shoulders twitch and his nose scrunch up as his fingertips dipped below his collar.
"You never outgrew this? You both hated and loved this as a child." Baelor's amusement was evident in his voice, memories of his son as a small boy, laying his head down in his lap, giggling and whining as Baelor lightly traced his neck.
"Always made you so whiney." He sighed exaggeratedly, dragging his nails down the back of his neck, feeling his whole body shudder.
"Fahather.."
"Yes, exactly like that." He chuckled, letting himself embrace the nostalgic feeling warming his chest. He slowly realized that he hadn’t heard his son laugh passed a huff since he'd begun his transition into manhood. He hummed, low, so it rumbled through both their chests, before lightly drumming his fingers against his back ribs.
"Fahather plehehease! I aham nohot a bohoy anymohore!" He whined, clearly embarrassed as he shoved his face deeper into Baelor's shoulder.
"You will forever be my boy Valarr. And I, for one, have not yet heard you say I can borrow your armor." Baelor said in faux exasperation, curling his fingers into a claw he began spidering up and down Valarr's ribs and sides with both hands. He couldn’t fight the grin on his lips at the sound of his son's boyish giggles, his pushes doing absolutely nothing.
"FAHAHahather! Thihihis ihihihis cruhuhuel!" His back arched slightly, his feet stomping the floor as he squeezed Baelor's sleeves.
"No no, cruel is like how Maekar does it." Baelor was always a gentler touch, Maekar was always a more tickle monster type. Baelor then dug into his upper ribs like Maekar would have, chuckling at his shriek.
"AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO WHYHYHY!?"
"What~? You loved this when your uncle did it, you provoked him on purpose, is that not what you are doing now~?" Baelor teased lightly, seeing Valarr's blush crawl down his neck. He let his beard brush over Valarr's ultra sensitive ear, chuckling at his week punches to his shoulders.
"OHOHOHOHOKAY ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I YIEHEHEHELD! FAHAHAHATHER, YOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!" Baelor squeezed Valarr to him, pressing an exaggerated kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you Sweet Boy, you shall have it back on the morrow." Baelor pulled back a bit to look at him, pressing their foreheads together when he still felt his worry.
"All will be well, I will return and your armor with me... My Perfect Boy, I am very proud of the young man you've grown into, I shant make you heir to the throne so young. I intend to make you the eldest heir in Westeros' history. Till we meet again My Little Shadow, goodnight." Baelor kissed his forehead, giving him one last comforting squeeze before sending him off to bed.
"Valarr." He called out softly as he opened the door.
"Tomorrow, I swear it."
"Tomorrow... goodnight Father, I love you."
"And I you, tell me again tomorrow, when I return your armor."
Duncan wasn't a violent person, sure he was a knight, now for the heir, Prince Baelor and by proxy, Prince Valarr, but he wasn't violent, it's why he let Aerion yield when he could've easily killed him. Instead of sending him to Lys like Maekar had originally planned, Baelor suggested letting Ser Duncan take a crack at correcting his behavior. He swore to all the gods that he wouldn't harm him, that physical pain wouldn't even be considered. Maekar compromised and gave him a month, if there was no progress or any form of mistreatment, he'd ship him off to Lys, but if whatever he was doing seemed to be working, he'd allow it to continue. Aerion already felt humiliated after the trial of seven, the feeling only amplified when Maekar informed him of the arrangement. The arrangement began after they were both fully healed, Duncan entered the prince's room alone, dismissing everyone, saying it wouldn't work if Aerion was constantly thinking about appearances. His bed chambers were completely trashed and dark, he now understood why one of the servants had a bruise on his jaw, probably caught by a stray object.
"My Prince?" Duncan called out, looking around the room, trying to find him.
"Get out you cretin, haven't you humiliated me enough." He snapped, Duncan following the voice to find him in the corner of his room. He was curled into a ball, staring at the floor, when his eyes adjusted he could see the blush on his cheeks, obviously still feeling the effects of the humiliation he endured during the trial.
"Your Highness, you've been informed of our arrangement I've been told. I am not leaving until we begin. There is no one here to hear or see you, I had them dismissed. It's just us." Dunk explains lowly, placing his stuff down in the unoccupied corner. Aerion attempted to rush Dunk after hearing that they were alone, but he was ready for him, he knew he would attempt that eventually. Duncan let him think his sneek attack worked for a second, then spinning around, catching him by his biceps, slamming him against the wall with a bored expression.
"Are you done?" His thick irish accent coming out more, the deeper his voice was. Aerion squirmed, thrashed, kicked, and just straight up fought for a bit, grunting frustratedly when it clearly didn't have any affect on Duncan in the slightest. Eventually he had reluctantly gone limp, having somewhat tired himself out.
"Relax, I swore to all the gods in front of your family that I would not harm you in any way. I had a different idea, though I did not share it with them. It will be our little secret." Aerion growled, barring his teeth at the 7 foot knight.
"You are wasting your time Hedge Knight! No matter what you do, it won't work. I won't allow it."
"I am the heir's knight now Your Highness, I am no longer a hedge knight." Duncan effortlessly lifted Aerion by his arms, practically tossing him onto his bed. Attempting to scramble backwards on the bed, Aerion heaved in surprise, clearly trying to anticipate his next move.
"What are you doing? You dare put your hands on a dragon?!" Duncan scoffed, snatching his ankle, yanking him flat on his back. He straddled his hips and held him down by his shoulders.
"I have full permission from your father and uncle, you can whine like a bratty child all you like, it won't change anything." Aerion attempted to swing at Dunk, only to have his wrist caught an inch from his face. Duncan pinned both his wrists above his head, the dark room making it a bit hard to see but they both knew Aerion was blushing.
"I think you need someone to manhandle you a bit, put you in your place. You act like you can do whatever you want, be as cruel as you please, all because you're the grandson of the king. I've been employed to teach you that you cannot." Aerion grunted, hating that he couldn't do anything and that his efforts did nothing to Duncan, not even even the slightest movement, and worse, Duncan looked bored.
"Get off of me! I could have your head for this!" Aerion could feel the heat of his blush crawling down his neck, his muscles burning from how long he had been trying to free himself from Duncan's pin.
"No, you could not, because again, your father and uncle sent me to do just this." Aerion felt Dunk's knees squeeze his hips a bit and press his wrists a little deeper into the mattress. He watched Duncan pop his knuckles and flex his fingers on his free hand, His father and uncle couldn't have sent him to beat him up again... right? Aerion found himself unable to look at his giant hand, squeezing his eyes shut, bracing himself for some sort of strike.
"My mission is to remove that cruel, entitled attitude from you, we have a month to show progress, unless you'd prefer exile." Was the last thing Aerion heard before feeling Duncan's borderline bear paw covering the entire right side of his ribcage, squeezing pulses like a heartbeat. Aerion's eyes flew open in surprise, a half shriek half confused noise tore from his throat, his thin velvet shirt doing absolutely nothing in his favor.
"WHAHAHAHA?!" Well this was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while. The only person that could/would make it this intense was his older brother, Daeron, and it had been years since he'd experienced that.
"Ah, excellent! This should be more affective than I anticipated, I'll need to thank Egg for the information." Oh that boy! His youngest brother, undoubtedly got that information from Daeron, gifting it to the knight he squired for.
"GEHEHEHET THEHEHE FUHUHAHAHAHA!" He squealed as Duncan's squeezes slid down, catching his hip. Aerion's feet drumming quickly against his mattress, occasionally knocking his knees into Dunk's back.
"I'm going to teach you a phrase that needs to enter your vocabulary. Repeat after me Your Grace, 'I'm sorry'" Duncan says slowly, crawling his hand back upward, pausing just under his underarm, just holding the pressure, biting back a smirk at Aerion's twitches and panicked breathing.
"Come on, I'm waiting on my apology." He prompted with a slight shake to Aerion's top ribs.
"Go fuck yourself..." He panted, trying to worm his wrists out of Dunk's grip. Duncan shrugged, readjusting his grip to hold Aerion a bit more firmly.
"You're funeral." Dunk dug into Aerion's armpit, squeezing his hips between his legs so he couldn't twist. His shrieky cackles were as loud as Duncan had anticipated, he sighed dramatically, letting go of his wrists to scrub his knuckles up and down his left ribs like a washboard. Aerion's laughter went silent for a moment, coming back even louder somehow before rapidly tapping Duncan's bicep. Dunk pause with a firm hold on his entire ribcage, listening to his lingering giggles as he flinched occasionally. He took in Aerion's bright red face, his white hair stuck to his skin, tear marks going down his temples into his hairline.
"Got something you want to say to me?" Duncan crooned, pulsing his fingers a bit.
"AH! I- I'm sorry!" He gasped out, holding his hands out in a surrender position, wet eyes staring into Duncan's, pleading.
"Much better, we've got a whole month of this My Prince, the quicker you fix your behavior, the quicker I leave you alone." Duncan slowly moved off of Aerion, making a big show of wiping away his tears and smoothing his hair back. Dunk lit some of the candles to light up his room a bit, Maekar and Baelor both opened the door as Duncan was making his exit, he bowed respectfully to their heir and his brother before walking around them.
"Aerion?" Maekar called out, gaging how their first session went. Neither knew what the sessions were, they just knew that it wasn't harmful. Duncan shot a warning look to Aerion from over Maekar and Baelor's shoulders, flexing his fingers in his view.
"I apologize for my previous behavior father..." Aerion mumbled softly, casting his eyes down to his hands in his lap. Maekar's eyebrows shot upwards while Baelor gave Duncan a nod of approval before sending him on his way.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY OMG I hope you had a great day, welcome to the 22 club!
Oooookayyyy my ODDLY SPECIFIC assumptions for you are….you’re quite blunt but polite. You’re quite shy around new people but a lot of fun once you’ve warmed up. You used to love reading as a kid but feel somewhat burnt out now. You own, or have owned, a Nintendo Wii. You prefer diet drinks over the full sugar option. You prefer cats to dogs. You love the colour blue. You don’t really like the colour red. You work in customer service. You dip your McDonald’s fries into your milkshake.
ARE ANY OF THESE TRUE
Lmao thanks sweetie
I'd say sometimes, depends on the person
Yes absolutely
I actually went through an audio book phase before going strictly fanfiction, I occasionally read books for shows/movies i really like tho
I did own an original wii and wii u
I can drink diet, it's not my favorite tho, I prefer Zeros or just the regular ones
I actually don't have a preference, I used to have an aggressive fear of dogs from getting bit by a pitbull (wasn't his fault) but not anymore
Blue is one of my favorite colors, along with certain shades of pink and purple
I don't mind it, I really like how it looks on me but it's not something I would do to my space, paint my room or get a red phonecase kinda thing
I'm trying to 😭 I've applied to so many places and have heard nothing back, I'm about to start DoorDashing atp
I actually have never done that, I'm lactose intolerant so I don't get milkshakes that often and when I do, I've never really thought to do that lol
Brief talk about Angel's profession and character accurate dirty dialog
Angel knew Husk wasn't a fan of his persona, even if it was only there for his own sanity, Husk preferred the real him, Anthony, not Angel Dust. It gave him comfort, knowing someone liked the real him, a place he could drop his walls if he wanted to. Husk came to their room a little later than Angel, cracking his knuckles and wrists as Angel laid sprawled out on the floor.
"What... are you doing down there?" Husk asked, seeming genuinely bewildered as he shut the door behind him, greeting Fat Nuggets with a pat on the head before going to stand over Angel who hadn't responded.
"Hey, Legs! Have you died a second time or what?"
"Certainly feels like it..."
"Ah! He speaks! What's going on? Why are you on the floor?" Angel groaned, long and dramatic, before turning on his back, looking up at Husk who had his hands on his hips.
"Work was a bitch, because Val had an attitude because Vox isn't giving him enough attention I guess. Several of the other actors clearly didn't know what they were doing which made shooting longer. And to top it all off, I had to walk home because Val refused to call me a car." Husk hissed through his teeth, a sympathetic noise Angel heard often.
"Are you hurt today?" Husk asked, much softer than his previous tone.
"You think I can't handle a little pain Baby~"
"Angel.."
"...I'm just a little sore, that's it." Angel moved to get up, wincing a bit. Husk kissed his teeth as he picked Angel up, maneuvering them to lay comfortably together on their bed, Angel laying on top of him, head resting just under his chin.
"You're sure it's just that? You're not lying to me?" Husk asked lowly, hands rubbing up and down his back extremely lightly, just in case. Angel scoffed lightly, bumping his forehead against Husk's jaw.
"I'm alright, I promise, no bruises this time. Why~? You want to give me an inspection~?" Angel purred, ignoring Husk's huff.
"Y'know, I'm talking to Anthony, not Angel Dust. Is he present? Or do I need to make an appointment?" Husk sassed, poking his shoulder blades. Angel's shoulders twitched as he choked on a giggle, reaching for Husk's hand, not being able to grab it.
"Stohop! Thihis is ruhude!" Angel whined, burying his face into his shoulder. A slow smirk rose on Husk's lips, his claws jellyfishing right on his shoulder blades.
"You're being dramatic. You offered me an inspection, now you're complaining that I'm inspecting~?"
"ThihiHIHIhis isn't ihihinspehehecting! Thihihis ihihihis cruhuhuel! Ihihihi cahahan't reheheach yohohou at ahahall!" Angel's feet shuffled against the sheets, all four of his hands flexing and clenching.
"Who am I speaking with~?" Husk teased, sending a few pokes down the back of his ribs and spine.
"Ohohoh myhyhy sahahatan, Ahahanthohohonyhyhy okahahay? Cohohome ohohon, ihihi'm tihihired!" Husk wrapped his arms around him firmly, squeezing him to his body, purring lowly.
"I fell in love with you, not your pornstar persona, ok? You don't need to pretend with me."
I don't ever make posts like this but I wanted to warn all of you! I almost got scammed! theres a person on here! Screenshots below who contacted me and dove and probably more! But they say that they reported your account with their friends and that it'll be deleted of you dont contact Tumblr support within 24 hours. They havea face of a real person and on the email. It looks like a real email but its not, they have their face and the 2 contacts for them, but the number on the email I put it into a background check. And it's a 45-year-old man from Washington who has an extensive criminal record and is on a government watchlist. So if you get a message from them or you see this account block it immediately!!! I love you guys so much and I want you all to be safe.
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Because of this, creators will no longer be able to see an accurate display of likes/reblogs/etc. This is completely altering the way feedback and responses to works are going to be received on this website.
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It was an unspoken rule that if players had to share rooms then Hayden and Shane would room together, everyone knew this. They even joked about them being so close that they might as well share a bed, though Shane made sure not to let Ilya hear that one. Hayden understood Shane better than he knew, he even knew that Shane appreciated him treating him like he would everyone else with minor adjustments for his autism. Hayden had been side eyeing Shane for the last 3 hours, his semi constant fidgeting, chewing on his hoodie string, constantly checking his phone.
"Ok, dude, what is going on? You're acting like someone is dying in the hospital and you're waiting for news... That's not actually happening is it?" Shane turned to Hayden with the most confused look he'd ever seen.
"What? No, no one's dying. What are you talking about?" Hayden exhaled heavily, obviously calmed by the fact that nothing bad was happening.
"Ok, that's good. So, what's wrong then? Why are you so antsy?" Shane shrugged, sitting next to Hayden on the bed.
"I don't know, sometimes I just get these moods where I can't relax. No big deal, it'll pass." Hayden nodded slowly, humming in thought which Shane took as him processing the information. In reality, Hayden was creating a plan, weighing his options.
"Want a distraction? Y'know, to help you relax." He asked, bumping their shoulders together. Shane sat for a few seconds, considering it before nodding.
"I have this idea, I do this to my daughters when they have too much energy and need to chill out. Turn your back to me." Shane gave him a weird look before turning, letting Hayden wrap his arms around his middle, effectively hugging him from behind.
"You just gonna trap me like this until I inevitably calm down?" Shane scoffs, faking trying to escape, making Hayden chuckle a bit.
"Nah, imma do this!" That was the only warning Shane got before Hayden dug his middle and ring fingers into his ribs. A very uncharacteristic squeal bursts from Shane's lips as he practically falls back into Hayden's chest.
"DUHUHUHUDE! WHAHAHAT AHAHARE YOHOHOU DOHOHOING?!" His head shakes frantically, his black hair flying all out of place.
"Wow, you're way more ticklish than I was anticipating!" Hayden chortles, watching Shane's phone light up again.
"Maybe we should take a video and send it to Boston Lily~"
"DOHOHON'T YOHOHOU DAHAHARE!" Hayden let's out an amused scoff, not even slightly shocked by the immediate blush on Shane's face.
"Dude, you look like you're gonna explode." He chuckled as Shane slid down into his lap, he haphazardly pushed at Hayden's hands, mainly trying to cover himself. Hayden groaned dramatically at the sound of Shane's ringtone, his mom was calling.
"Mommy dearest has come to save you." He joked giving Shane a few pats on his stomach as he relented, ruffling his hair for good measure. Shane didn't see the satisfied smile on Hayden's face when he noticed that Shane's shoulders had dropped and that he was significantly more relaxed more. Success!
