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TickleTober Day 5 - Boo!

a/n: FIRST RAMSHACKLE FIC RAHHHHHH I love the pilot sm and I WISH this was longer, trust me I will be writing for them again!!! Plus we need more lee!Skipp appreciation 😌

Lee!Skipp

Lers!Vinnie and Stone

Cw: Slight cigarette use, sfw tickles

Word Count: 790

Summary: Skipp is discouraged when his fellow scraps aww at his "very scary and definitely not cute costume". Vinnie comes up with a way to cheer him up!

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“Okay you guys! Close your eyes!” Skipp said as he hid behind a trash can, his huge smile evident in his voice.

“You’ve been hyping this costume up all day, man! Just show us already!” Vinnie replied impatiently. Stone even hummed in agreement to his friend. Even he was excited to see the blond’s costume.

“Okay, okay! Just don’t get too scared!” Skipp giggled as he came out from his spot behind the trash, revealing his costume. It was an old bedsheet stained with God knows what, with two eyeholes — probably carved out with Vinnie’s knife — thrown over his head, swallowing his whole body. “BOO!” He exclaimed, shaping his hands into claws and shaking them in front of himself.

Vinnie and Stone didn’t react like Skipp expected them to. Instead, the girl yelled “Awww!” And ran over to give her friend a tight hug as a way to relieve her adoration. Stone just mumbled “cute” as he took a hit of his cigarette.

Skipp’s smile faded from under the sheet. “What? Guys! This isn’t supposed to be cute! I’m supposed to be a ghost!” He wined, stomping his foot in anger (which didn’t help his argument).

“Yeah you are! An adorable ghost~!” Vinnie borderline baby-talked, squeezing Skipp tighter.

Said blond tried to push her away while saying, “No! Not adorable! Scary! I was supposed to be scary!” He groaned out of annoyance when Vinnie giggled and ruffled his hair even with the sheet dividing the contact. The act caused the eyeholes to move, so now Skipp was blinded, and frustrated.

“Vinnie get off!” He shouted as he finally got out of the girl’s grip. He threw off the costume and put it in the trash bin. He then sat down on the pavement with his knees to his chest, turning his back to his friends

The others looked at each other confused. “Dude, we like your costume, but it’s just not… Scary.” Stone bluntly said as he took the costume out of the trash bin and sat next to Skipp.

“Yeah man! We didn’t mean any harm!” Vinnie said, taking a seat on Skipp’s other side. She put her arm around Skipp, but the blond continued to stay silent. The brunettes knew they had to do something about their friend. After a second, Vinnie finally knew the best way to cheer him up.

After taking Skipp’s costume from Stone, she threw it over the boy in tn the middle before tasing both of his sides. Skipp shrieked as his elbows immediately went down to protect his sides. Stone also looked surprised, not expecting this to be her solution.

“Oh no, Stone! There’s a ghost in the ally!” Vinnie said playfully, this being kind of out of character for her. But still, she continued, “But it’s a good thing this one has a weakness! It seems to be a little ticklish!” She ended her sentence with some rough squeezes to Skipp’s sides, causing him to twist from side to side to dislodge his friend’s fingers,

“Vihihinniehehe!” Skipp giggled. His squirming eventually landed him into Stone’s lap. Only his eyes visible, he looked up at his laid-back friend. That didn’t stop Vinnie, however, as she just climbed onto Skipp’s legs, effectively pinning them under her as she sat.

“You hear that, Stone? I think this ghost isn’t only a little ticklish, I think it’s very ticklish!” Vinnie said as she dug claw-shaped hands into Skipp’s stomach, the latter shrieking once again as he grabbed at Stone’s shirt and shook him.

“SOHOhohone! HehehEHEHelp!” Skipp begged as he hiccuped out laughter.

Stone took one more hit of his cigarette before tossing it to the side. “Fine, I’ll help.” He deadpanned before reaching both of his hands to Skipp’s ribs, “I’ll help Vinnie cheer you up. It makes me more depressed than usual to see you sad.”

The blond snorted again as his laughter turned hysterical. “NOHOHO! HEHEHELP MEHEHE, DUHUHUMMY!” He threw his head back onto Stone’s lap as happy laughter spilled out of his mouth. As he did that, he noticed Stone’s open armpits. In a spontaneous turn of events, Skipp quickly scribbled over Stone’s worst spot.

“AH! Skipp!” The usually stoic boy yelled as he retracted his hands in order to protect himself.

Satisfied with the reaction, he moved his hands from Stone’s armpits to Vinnie’s thighs, rapidly squeezing and pinching the limbs. Vinnie shrieked in surprise as she quickly got off her friend.

Skipp wasted no time before getting up and tackling Vinnie to the pavement, squeezing her thighs and knees again.

Skipp ended up scaring his friends that day after all. With how easily he recovered, along with the threat that Stone was next, they were plenty scared for the day.

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Baby Isn’t Home || Ramsha

@ahopelessramantic

Raksha had been out for some time running some necessary errands that were needed. She had told herself, however, that she would make it back home with enough time to cook something quick so that Rama would be able to eat before he had to head off to work. 

Her husband was on dad duty in the mean time, which Raksha was greatly appreciative of. It was hard being able to complete much of any errand with a one year old in toll. 

The brunette couldn’t believe that she officially had a one year old. A bustling, lively, full of laughter and trouble causing curiosity one year old. 

Rhea was at the stage where she was full fledge walking now. She could even run, always grabbing at something/anything that was near by and giving it as a gift to her parents. It was a sort of game for her and one that constantly had Raksha on her toes, making sure her baby didn’t grab something unsafe and that could cause harm. 

Baby proofing items was actually part of her errand list and all was set and done now for Raksha to return home with enough time to spare.

It was unlocking her door and stepping in that Raksha noticed the lights all dimmed and the strong whiff of food. That was strange.... she hadn’t left anything cooking.... What was also strange was that she couldn’t hear, or smell Rhea. Neither her or her wolf could. By this point Rama had appeared from the kitchen, Raksha now looking at her husband with confused features.

“Where’s the baby?” 

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Thank You Ishida Sensei!

Thank you so much Ishida Sensei for all your hard work, and your amazing manga Tokyo Ghoul! As a thank you, I have made this drawing of my favorite characters. I like almost all the characters so it was hard to pick my favorites. I'm so glad Kaneki and others got a happy ending and ghouls have a better future! Also, Kanekis daughter is so cute! I would have loved it if Mutsuki and Urie became a couple after their development. However, Tokyo Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul:Re will always be my favorite mangas!

This series was very unique to me, and I think it made me better at analyzing and thinking deeper. I've been following this manga for years and I will truly miss it. I'll miss Tsukiyamas antics and Furutas interesting character. I'll miss Saikos and Hides happy nature too and the quinx. There's so much I will miss, in fact, life will feel a bit empty now that my favorite manga is done. But I will never forget my fond memories with this manga.

Once again, thank you so much for Tokyo Ghoul! I hope you relax and eat well! I will look forward to your next work if you choose to draw more!

-A Pakistani Canadian Fan

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Almost Normal / Ramsha

@raksha-bhediya

Rama was damn exhausted, as he usually was after working the overnight shift, only this time it was paired with a little less sleep than usual  beforehand. For once the lack of sleep was for a good reason. Excitement. As Raksha’s due date approached, he found himself feeling more and more ready to meet their daughter. And, he admitted, things were starting to feel good again.

Things weren’t bad, now. Raksha was smiling at him again, and sleeping in the same room as him again, and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye before work again. Life would never be as perfect as it would’ve been if they still had Rahil. But it didn’t have to be miserable and awful. Rama believed they were getting there, to that elusive place of ‘as good as life can be given the circumstances.’

For a long while there, he was scared that Raksha would never be able to be comfortable with him again. Was it possible for mates to separate? He wasn’t sure if that was possible for his wolf, but the man in him was certainly aware of how marriages between humans fell apart. His parents’ did. (Granted, his father had been unfaithful - but, Rama hadn’t been able to keep their son from dying, so which was really worse?) She wasn’t quite the same Raksha he first met, but he also wasn’t the same Rama. They’ll never be the same as they were when Rahil was here, that’s just a given, but it seemed like their souls had finally reached a point where they could change together, not apart.

And he didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t thrilled about their baby anymore. Again, he couldn’t possibly fault Raksha. It was hard, though. Pretending. So when he was supposed to be sleeping, he’d laid awake an extra hour or so, practically counting down the seconds until they’d get to meet her and hold her.

He was sure that his mate could tell he was a little more tired than a usual night shift, though really, it was nothing to worry about. With sleepy eyes but a warm smile, he greeted her by sliding up next to her on the couch, and interrupting her reading with a big hug.

“Dilrubaa,” he practically whined the endearment, snuggling against her. “I missed you a little more than usual today. How was your run through the forest this morning, hm?” He’d usually join her, but he’d been at work still. “And what about you, paree, are you behaving for Mom?”

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RAMSHA

Muscle to muscle and toe to toe The fear has gripped me but here I go My heart sinks as I jump up Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut

Do you know where the wild things go They go along to take your honey Break down let's sleep build up breakfast now Let's eat my love my love love love

Please don't go, please don't go I love you so, I love you so

@ramabhediya; @raksha-bhediya

I might not make it through this without crying send help

Is there a person on the face of the planet who isn’t affected by the wolfies? They affect me much in the same way that Ghost Sprite does, I feel those feelings deep in the cavern of my chest and they make me want to wriggle away but I can’t let myself. From the very beginning we could tell how deeply Raksha loved Rama, simply because she just was not herself until Rama showed up. Now that they’re together it’s this painful kind of love that I don’t think I have ever seen played out before. They are both so broken over the loss of their son and over the loss of so much of their pack that there is this ravine between them that they are desperately trying to reach across whether they will acknowledge it or not. We’re on the path to recovery, I think, but it will still take time. But he told her that he loves her, and that’s probably the biggest step in the right direction either of them could have taken.

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A Much Needed Talk || Ramsha

@ahopelessramantic

It had been a long week and Raksha felt exhausted. It wasn’t so much a physical exhaustion as much as it was a mental one. Of course, a lack of sleep can do that to anyone, and it will happen with a newborn in a home, but even that hadn’t been the problem. 

The problem was her daughter. 

Raksha couldn’t shake the thoughts that seemed to torment her whenever her eyes fell over the now month old newborn. There was no pushing away the gnawing crawl that always slammed down on her when she felt like she had no right to be holding the small child. She couldn’t shove down the guilt far enough for what she had felt towards her daughter before. 

All of it constantly weighed down on Raksha, day in and day out. It made it so hard on those days she had her daughter alone and the brunette couldn’t understand it. She loved Rhea, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her baby, but whenever she looked at her.... it hurt. Whenever there was another person around, Raksha was the first to make sure they were holding her daughter. 

It was what was happening now. Rama was home, he had the day off and Raksha couldn’t be more thrilled that he had been holding their daughter all day long. That pure elation was mixed in with twisting knot of guilt because she knew she wasn’t suppose to be feeling that way. It was horrible. She was an inadequate mother, she should have never become one a second time around. 

Raksha stepped out of the kitchen to find her husband on the couch Rhea fast asleep in his arms. “Did she finish eating?” 

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With Grief and Love || A Ramsha Love Letter

Task: In the first-person voice, write a love letter from one character to another. 

Trigger Warnings: None this is just sappy and depressing af, but like in a beautiful sappy depression if that makes sense at all?!?! It’s also LONGG. I guess Raksha had a lot to get out. 

Mere hee pyaar karane ke lie,

I have yet to decide if this letter should ever reach your hands, nor have I decided what the lines of this paper will hold across its margins. All I know is that I have found myself within a cross roads that has placed me in the mercy of this pen and the thoughts that have been plaguing my mind. 

Perhaps this would be a letter of love, or one of anger, and sorrow.

Maybe so of apologizes many of which I owe to you because there are truly so many. A ceaseless list that continues to grow in height because I have not been the woman you had fallen in love with. 

I have not been your wife. 

I have not been your mate. 

I remember her, a warm soul that had never been aware it lived a barren existence until it touched yours. She would steal hidden moments to catch the warmth in the depth your dark eyes, the way the sun kissed your skin and was absorbed by the unruly waves of your hair her fingers always craved to lace within. They constantly sought your touch, the tender molding of your fingers intertwined with them folding into a completed puzzle piece matchless and seamless. They would whisk you away under the gentle light and guiding of the stars pulling you into the secret crevices of the jungle so that only your arms, her fortress, and the soft wash of the moonlight were what embraced her, were the only entities that filled her. 

She’d crave the sweet taste of your kisses she stole from you. Delightful bouts of laughter she’d work to pry from out of you if only to immerse herself in your joy, and the tender jolts of teasing banters she’d shared with you she always coveted and treasured. She knew you. Knew your desires, your thoughts, those deep and hidden secrets, was able to finish your sentences before you could do so yourself. They had become hers as much as they were your own. She sought to grant you all of your desires, and to become your every waken thought when the sun would touch the horizon.

You were her protection. The only fortress in whom she felt safe in, her happiness. In your presence she was treasured, cherished, felt a love she knew she would never be able to fully express nor ever comprehend. You were her completion.

Your wolf called to hers as hers did to yours. One made solely for the other, and I have taken her from you. 

I wasn’t strong enough to stop this grief from shattering her into mishaps of torn figments. I have become the empty product of a sorrow that seems unending and one that I have not shared with you. I denied you to grieve along with me reached for the comfort of my own barren solace rather than the strength of your arms and the repercussions of that has ripped you of your wife. My lack in strength has kept me frightened from acknowledging my own pain with anyone, frightened that I will not be able to stay standing if faced to do so and that has taken that woman from you. 

I have never wished to cause you pain, to be another added reason for your despair, nor has she and I know my own retreating has stole you of the woman you have loved. 

Your son was taken from you and now I have taken someone else. 

I still cannot tell you what this letter is whether it was made to seek amends or maybe something more, or if it will even reach your hands instead of the demise of flickering embers but I need for you to know, that she is still here. The remnants of those figments still resonate. I have not cease in loving you, Rama. I know that I have not breathed those words to you as often as I once have, and that I have not been able to piece that woman back together. I cannot even promise you that I will be able to do so, or if it can be done if that same woman would be returned to you as she once was, as how you knew and loved her to be. 

All I know is that amidst the loss of our son, and the slow burning ache of my grief for the life that was cruelly taken from us, I still continue to love you. As I write this now, I have come to see that that love has been the only constant through this torment of a storm. Know that it has been the reason I have been able to wake in the mornings, and continue another day, my purpose to try and bob my head above this ocean of pain. You’re my fortress, and I still love you.

If this were to ever reach your hands, that is all I ask you take from it that my love still belongs to you.

Pyaar se,

Raksha.

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When Is Ramsha Khan Getting Married?

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