I am a tickle blogger! I write fics sometimes (I stopped for like two years but I think Iâm getting back into it) but sometimes I post normal things
(Update, still on a constant writing block but I like to think about it)
This used to be a blog dedicated to writing for Danganronpa, and then it expanded to Your Turn To Die and Genshin, and lowkey twisted wonderland but I havenât written for it yet. Also I donât think Iâm gonna be writing for Danganronpa anymoređđbut thereâs a lot of old fics thatâll stay posted
ALSO I really like deltarune!!! Idk if Iâm capable of writing for it but oughs I love them so much pls talk to me about them
This is a scrictly SFW blog. Iâm 18 years old now but the sfw fact stays the same. Anyone is free to like or reblog my posts tbh, just please donât directly contact me if you are several years older and I dont know you.
I think that covers most of it, thank you for reading, and asks/requests for headcanons and fics will always be open! No guarantee when theyâll me done, but always feel free to talk about ideas, rant about stuff, or just say hi
everyone talks about the ocasional like from the respected mutual that makes you go oh thank god you haven't unfollowed me but no one ever talks about how it will never be on a good post. it's never you at your posting best it's always on some bullshit like: made sanbwich. with loaf (bad pun for love)
online numbers can really fuck you up when it comes to your creative work because you're sharing something you worked on with all your heart but it's very important to remember there's actual people behind those numbers. even if it's 1. that's one whole actual person. that's a human being who said "haha nice". that's a connection with a REAL person with a REAL life and REAL thoughts and feelings and experiences. like. damn. that should mean something
If youâre anything like me, you have a reaction to all sorts of tickling, which we canât help. BUT. We can choose which type of tickling to not glorify.
Tickling is a broad spectrum. Itâs something done to babies and intimate, consenting adults. It can be used for play or as a genuine torture method. The two tickle types are so wildly different, but thereâs instances where they can overlap: in fiction.
Take the iconic tickle belt episode of SpongeBob. Itâs being used as a torture method, but hereâs the catch: itâs cartoony. In cartoons, being amused by oneâs misfortune isnât harmful, as thatâs what many cartoons are centered around (prime example: Tom & Jerry). So silly tickle torture wouldnât be much different from an anvil falling on someoneâs head. Fine in cartoons, but very not fine in reality.
And hereâs another thing: context. When someone is suffering in fiction, the appeal isnât the suffering itself, but the narrative context of it. Thatâs why torture and the most atrocious things you can imagine are normalized in fiction. But when a person has an interest in seeing agony because it makes them feel âša certain wayâš, especially when this agony is genuine but downplayed in its context⊠I donât think thatâs a good thing.
What made me think to post this was a tickle fic I read in which one character tickle tortured the other, not only against his consent, but against his will.
And people were calling it cute.
At first, I was blinded by it, too. The ler was a mischievous character, but tickling is a very dangerous mischief outlet if done incorrectly. But once I picked up on the fact that the âleeâ absolutely did not want to be tickled, his begs for it to stop and the line: âHe couldnât stand it anymore.â Hit me like a frying pan. And then I had an even worse realization:
This was conceptually the same as sexual assault.
And people thought it was cute.
People thought tickle rape is cute.
My dear fellow tickle bugs, I implore you to be mindful of the content you consume and create. No means No can be complicated with tickling, so observe the context and make sure that the content that youâre craving isnât glorifying non-consent.
Thank you so much for saying this. This is a VERY important matter in this community that NEEDS to be spread.
Edit: Im gonna elaborate on this take because its gonna turn heads
I am not at all referring to the nsfw community in this reblog. Thatâs a COMPLETELY different situation that I respect wholeheartedly as long as everyone is being decent and using proper tags and spoilers.
This is the internet. We gotta see what we see and then move on unless itâs a situation that needs to be addressed for the safety and sanity of others.
We are members of a community that has people of all interests in it whether we like it or not. Letâs take this kind of opinion and use it to better charge our writing and creating abilities and NOT to hurt others. Itâs all I can ask.
Silver was shaken awake by one of his classmates, Ari, a scarabia second year. The Diasomnia second year noticed how he was on a bunch of his papers and how a little bit of drool was on his notebook. Did he sleep through all his classtime?
âIâm sorry. I mustâve passed out againâŠâ he says as he sat up and rubs his eyes, gathering his papers together with the help of Ari
âOh thatâs fine!â Another classmate, Pierre, an Octavinelle Second year, helped pick some other stuff up from the floor, what looked like some other school supplies he would carry, âIt wasnât much you missed, so itâs nothingâ Ari shoves the guy as to shut him up.
âAnyways, You dropped thisâ Ari handed silver his pen. As silver took it in hand, he noticed something on the pen and had a moment of realization. All of a sudden he glares at his pen. To which had Pierre and Ari confused
âWoah, you ok?â Pierre Questions
âY-Yeah, sorry, force of habit. Let me go grab notes from KalimâŠâ he gathered his stuff and went over to find Kalim, even though the other guy may have missed a few details that could make silver confused.
~~~~
Silvers walking through the campus, heading to the hall of mirrors. He looks at his pen again and pouts to himself with a small tinted blush. The reason for his glare earlier was from the penâs writing;
âSilver Vanrogueâ
He knew the pen would be trouble for him. He would look crazy for reacting to a pen like that. Although, it was still a gesture as a result for his birthday wish coming true; to have Lilia be his official and legal father. At least he knew why he reacted like that.
When he makes it through the mirror, he makes his way along the path to the dorm building. He went through the halls and towards the lounge, where some other students sat. One of them being Lilia, he smiles at his father from a distance and goes to his room to change into his dorm uniform. Along the way he ran into his dorm roommate, Mauve, a second year Diasomnia student along with silver, âSilver Vanrogue! Youâre finally back!â
Of course she had to say his full name, a blush definitely didnât appear on his face and he totally didnât look away when she said that. It caused her to laugh, âAw still adjusting to the name? Itâs so cute!!â She hugs him all silly and silver softly shoves at her enough to not harm her
âSo, whatâs up with the lateness mister? Club things came up?â
âNo, I fell asleep in class again an I was grabbing notes from Kalim. Then the teacher pulled me aside to lecture about my mistake of falling asleep.â
Mauve tsks and pats silver on the head, âWell at least it wasnât as harsh as Crewelâs lectures where he makes you stay the afternoon. I was just a bout to grab some food for all of us. Is there anything in particular youâd like, love?â
âIf they have any, maybe some Mushroom Risotto?â
Mauve chuckles from the response, of course he wanted more risotto, âIâll make a note of that. If anything, Iâll bring double of my food order if theyâre all out.â
Silver softly smiles and nods, âThatâs fine, travel safe.â Heâs known her since they were young, near when they were 12 or 13 years old. She was about the same level of closeness as Lilia. Her teasing is light hearted, as she was also the one that kept encouraging silver to get his last name to be a thing. With a wave, Mauve went on her way to catch up with the other dorm members to grab some food from town. Which left silver alone in his shared room with Mauve.
It gave him time to study a bit more on the subject he slept through today. Though maybe he could use something else to write with. From the classroom, to Mauve, he needed to stay focused. Heâs close to being a third year, so close. He will not let Lilia or Malleus down!
âSilver! What are you doing all cooped up here?â He was knocked out of his thoughts as he saw Lilia approaching him.
âOh, Father, I was just going over some stuff I missed in class.â
âMissed? Donât tell me you fell asleep again.â
ââŠ.i didâ
Lilia chuckles as he rubs his sonâs head, some things still never change, even after being brought back to life,âSilly boy.â
He looks on the desk and saw Silverâs new pen in the side pocket of his messenger bag. Picking it up, he observes it, âWhatâs this, not using your magic pen right now?â
Oh great, of course Lilia had to notice the pen being hidden. He wanted to focus but if he told Lilia he could tease him like mauve did and heâll think about it all night like on his way back to the dorms. With a rub of his own neck, silver bit his cheek and spoke
âNo, IâŠ.didnât want the ink to run out.â
âReally? Is that the reason?â
âI promise it is.â
Yeah no he canât lie to his father, heâs gonna get to the truth somehow, even if itâs because he slips somehow
âHmm, I wouldnât promise a lie if I were you~â
âWhat do you mean?â Silver asked as he felt a bit uneasy from the way Liliaâs tone changes up.
âLying to a faeâŠ.â
ââŠ.results to answeringâŠ.â
Lilia raises his hands and wiggles his finger, his ears twitching with excitement and his grin showing the points of his fangs
ââŠ.the tickle fae!â With a panicked look he ran round the room, both of them dashing and jumping from bed to bed, all until silver tripped and fell onto his bed. He wrestled with Liliaâs hands to avoid his (tickle) end.
âYou canât avoid me for long~!â
âN-Nohoho! Father donât!â
âYou canât avoid the inevitable!! Tell me your thoughts or else the Tickle Fae will gobble you up!!! Ohm nom nom~!!â
âNever!â
Lilia reminisces about the times he would tickle silver to tears. Whether it was to cheer him up, wake him up, or while playing with him and Sevek when they were younger. A fond smile rests on his face while he hears silverâs nervous laugh while they still locked hands.
âIt has been a while since the tickle fae has come to eat, hasnât it, Silver Vanrogue?â And there it was, silver remembering that he was an official Vanrogue again. He blushes again and gained his wiggly smile that Lilia always sees from him. His arms start to weaken to fight the urge to hide his face to which Lilia gets entertained by.
âOh whatâs this? A tomato presented to me you shouldnât have! PFFFFFTâ when the raspberries hit Silverâs face and neck, thatâs when the dam breaks like a hit and run truck.
âGAHAHAHAHAHAHâ Liliaâs hands finally got free and went to town on the boy, locking onto his ribs and more raspberries to his neck.
âGotchaaa~!! The great Silver Vanrogue, one of the great guards of the Malleus Draconia, defeated by me! Mwah Ha Ha!!â He could feel silverâs legs kick behind him as he laughs his heart out. His hands wandered from his ribs to his tummy, more snorts coming up as he tried to find Liliaâs hands again to stop but the raspberries came in clutch as they went back to his neck to distract him.
âSHUHUHUHUSH! JUST SHUT UHUHUHUP!â Oh how he would regret saying that to LiliaâŠ
âYou dare shush me?â Lilia asked in a smirk.
âW-Wahahait wait! Iâm sorry it just came OHOHOHOHOUT!!â He got silver to be turned onto his stomach with such speed, going for his ankles. He headlock them to scatter his fingers on his sock covered feet while also going for behind Silverâs knees. Wherever his hands is able to reach him. Silver was trying so hard to get the upper hand but now he was unable to see where Lilia was.
âYou will regret this, Mister Vanrogue!â One last move he was able to do was turn around again and go for his back, taking his own gloves off first to get a better grip at his back ribs and spine. His son slams his fists on the bed as he gives into Lilia.
âWAHAHAIT WAHAHAHAIT REALLY! Stohohop!!â Slowing down, Lilia comes to a stop when he hears some coughs come up. He got off him and watches his son panting from his tickle torture.
He looks to Silverâs desk and grabs his water bottle, handing it to silver to recover
âToo far?â Lilia asked, rubbing his back to help him breathe. Silver, unbothered, just continues to slip his giggles when Lilia would sometimes scatter his nails along his shoulders
âNo, IâŠ.hehâŠ..hehâŠ.Iâm fineâŠ.â
He lets his head rest on his fatherâs shoulder, finally able to respond with no giggles interrupting him. It was silent for a good while. Silver did do a lot so he wanted to give him a chance to rest. He looks down to his son, then to the pen on the desk. With a small sigh, Lilia finally spoke
ââŠi assume itâs more than just you not wanting to lose ink from the pen?â
The boy nods, a bit shameful, ââŠâŠyeahâŠ.?â
âHm, so much on your mind it seems.â
âBut itâs nothing to do with you. I donât regret the gift.â Lila looks over at silver, seeing as he was a bit ashamed to say his issue with the pen.
âI never asked if you did, my boyâŠ.weâre just having a conversation. Mauve mentioned it when I saw the 2 of you talking.â Lilia brushes Silvers hair out his face as to comfort him.
âOf course she didâŠ.â They were silent again. Lilia knew it still took adjusting to the addition of Silverâs name. To think, finding out about your past to then being adopted officially, by someone who originally didnât want to raise any kids. Though the acceptance part is coming to a close, the name part was still something fresh ever since Silverâs birthday.
âIâm sorry for saying that to you, itâs really been on my mind all day. I shouldnât have told you to shut upâŠâ With a tsk, Lilia smooches the top of his sonâs head
âPlease, I know you donât mean it. Magic pen or no magic pen, I know you would still be my favorite flustered little tomato, Mr, Vanrogue~â He gives silver a bunch of smooches on the forehead and a quick raspberry to his face again that made Silver try to lean in and hide into his father.
âIâd be concerned if you didnât have your silly little grin in the first place. It means Iâm doing good as a father.â Smiling at the thought of his childhood to now, he goes and returns a hug to Lilia. Even if it was rare for him to give back, Lilia knew it definitely meant he was sincere if he returns the affection. Silver, then says
âYouâve always been a good father to me.â
Lilia perks up, his ears once again twitching with happiness.
ââŠAWWWWW, who raised such a gentleman, hm? Oh that was me of course!â He returns the hug, both of them lying back against the bed frame as they rest for the remainder of the evening.
i see azul is your favorite character đ one order of wrecking please! perhaps in his octopus form.. perhaps with idea.. đ€Č
Seven Coins of Fate
Art credit: kokii-omii
Summary: blinded by his own ego, Azul Ashengrotto refuses to read the rules of the ancient game he's playing with Idia Shroud. While Idia tries to warn him, Azul's pride drives him to insist on the highest stakes only to discover too late that the Traditional Ending involves a physical forfeit he is hilariously unprepared to pay.
Lee! Azul Ashengrotto
Ler! Idia Shroud
A/N: I genuinely had no idea how I was supposed to mix Azul, Idia, and his octopus form into one single fic, but I somehow managed. I ended up dismissing the octopus form because my imagination just couldn't figure out the logistics of how that would even work... so I hope this version turned out alright. Enjoyyy
âAh, so you actually cameâŠâ Idiaâs voice called out from the end of the room. He was currently kneeling before one of the shelves, shoving colorful boxes of games into the lower tiers of the big shelving unit. âWeâve got some new stock arrivalsâ he muttered, skipping a greeting entirely in favor of cataloging his loot.
âGood day to you too, Idia.â Azul Ashengrotto stepped inside the clubroom. Usually, the place was cluttered but functional, yet today it felt strangely hollow. The rows of empty chairs and vacant tables made the room feel larger than it was, the silence only broken by the distant sound of students in the hallway. âThis place is just buzzing with life, I see,â Azul commented dryly, walking up toward Idia.
âMost of our club members are first-years and theyâve got into some sorta trouble, so theyâll be absent for today or something. At least, thatâs what Iâve heard.â Idia squinted at the title on a cardboard package and set it aside beside himself.
Azul hummed in response, taking one more step closer and eyeing the so-called ânew stock arrivals.â Crimson Lanterns, The Last Orchard, Clockwork Rebellionâoh.
âSeven Coins of Fate?â Azul exclaimed softly, picking up one of the boxes on the ground. Game pieces and cards rustled inside as the box shifted in his hands. âIâve heard of this game.â
Idiaâs head snapped around, his blue flames flickering with a sudden spark of energy. âWell, of course you have!â He practically scrambled toward Azul, abandoning his shelves to peek at the cover he had seen a hundred times already. âThatâs the one pieced together from those ancient ritual texts in Briar Valley. It wasnât even a game at first. It was a probability ritual. Some devs turned it into a playable system but kept all the weird, symbolic mechanics. Itâs trending everywhere right now! The forums are in a total flame war over whether the RNG is actually balanced or not.â
Azul listened as he traced the gold lettering on the box. âIâve seen the discussions. It has a reputation for being quite unforgiving. A game where only those with true foresight can win. It sounds like the perfect challenge for a quiet afternoon.â
Idia paused. His energy bottomed out into a sudden, awkward silence. He looked at the box, then back at Azulâs confident, smug expression. âUh, wait. Seriously? You actually wanna play this one? Against me?â
âIs there a problem?â Azul tilted his head, a sharp, practiced smile crossing his face. âOr are you worried your âpro-gamerâ status won't hold up against my calculated business strategy?â
âNo, itâs not that, itâs justâŠâ Idia trailed off, his voice dropping and his eyes darting. âThe localizers kept the Traditional Ending in this version. You know, to keep it authentic to the original ritual. The punishment for the loser isâŠwell itâs a bit much. Especially for someone like you. Iâm not sure youâre gonna wanna deal with that, Azul-shi.â
Azulâs smile didnât falter, but his eyes narrowed. He heard the hesitation in Idiaâs voice and immediately took it as an insult to his capabilities. He thinks Iâm inexperienced. Thinks I canât handle the stakes.
âIdia, please,â Azul sighed, bringing his hand to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He was looking down at Idia with a look of pure condescension. âThere is no need to pity me. I am well aware that you spend all your time with these games, but don't you think my lack of experience means I lack skill. I can handle whatever punishment a simple board game demands.â
âBut you donât get it,â Idia pressed, waving a hand frantically. âItâs not like a points penalty or losing a bet. Itâs a physical requirement. The rules sayââ
âThe rules are written for people who expect to lose,â Azul interrupted, placing the box firmly on the center table with a decisive thud. âI, however, intend to win. Now, are you going to keep making excuses for me, or are you going to sit down and play?â
Idia stared at him for a long moment. He looked at the punishment section of the rulebook and then at Azulâs unwavering, arrogant posture. If Azul was going to be this stubborn, who was Idia to stop him? A mischievous, jagged grin already spread across Idia's face.
âFine, fine! Donât say I didnât warn you,â Idia muttered, pulling up a chair. âIf youâre really that confident, letâs see how the coins land.â
Azul sat across from him, adjusting his glasses with a flourish. âExcellent. Let us begin."
âââ
The final coin clattered onto the table, spinning rhythmically before falling flat. The gold engraving of the sun faced upward. Idiaâs mark. Signaling a total wipeout of Azulâs side of the board.
âAnd...thatâs game.â Idia murmured. He didn't jump up or pump his fist. Instead, he looked at the board, then shot a quick, pitying glance at Azul, pouting his lips in mock sympathy. âTotal RNG screwed you over at the end there, Azul-shi. Or maybe it was just fate. Either way, my win. Fuhee...whee-hee-hee!â
Azul, in response, stared at the board before him, his eyes unmoving behind his glasses. Then, he let out a long, measured sigh and leaned back in his chair. The shock vanished, replaced by the smooth, composed mask of a businessman conceding a fair deal.
âI see,â Azul murmured, beginning to gather the scattered game pieces. âA fascinating system. I suspect my downfall was the hesitation in the third round. I should have used my fifth coin before you had the chance to obtain yours. Well, rules are rules. You definitely deserved your âpro-gamerâ title today, Idia.â
He continued to ramble, his voice regaining its usual confident, oily rhythm. âThough Iâd argue the RNG was leaning quite heavily in your favor toward the end, the logic you applied was quiteââ
âUhh⊠Azul-shi?â Idia interrupted, his face gone strangely pale and stone-like. âYou can stop rambling. We, uh⊠we have to finish the ritual.â
âFinish?â Azul blinked, looking at the neatly boxed cards. âIsn't the game already over? I lost. Iâve already conceded.â
âNo, no, no. The game is over. The Traditional Ending isn't. Uh, I think you gotta lie down somewhere for this one. On the floor orâŠI guess on that chair cushion if youâre desperate.â
Azul froze, arching a one, single eyebrow. âI beg your pardon? Lie down? Idia, if this is some strange gamer tradition for mourning a loss, I assure you I am quite comfortable in my seat.â
âThatâs what I was tryna warn you about before we even started!â Idia squeaked, waving at the rulebook. âI asked if you knew the rules! You said you did! Look at the fine print on the back of the Fate card.â
Azul snatched the card. His eyes darted over the tiny, ancient looking script. The loser shall be rendered helpless, and for every mark of debt incurred, they shall endure the trial of the 'Fluttering Fingers' for a duration equal to their loss.
âWhat isâŠFluttering Fingers?â Azul asked, his voice growing suspiciously thin.
âItâs a fancy and corny way of saying the loser gets tickled.â Idia muttered, rolling his eyes. âSince we used the High Stakes variant, your final score debt was 150,000 credits. Removing the last three zeros for the time conversion⊠thatâs 150 seconds. So, uh, you must be tickled for two and a half minutesâŠ"
Azulâs face went through several colors. From pale to a dusty, horrified pink. âYou⊠you cannot be serious. That is⊠that is barbaric! Itâs unprofessional! I refuse!â
âRules are rules, Azul-shi! You literally told me that five minutes ago!â Idiaâs voice took on a mischievous edge. Now that the awkwardness had passed, Idia's smugness started to kick in. Now he got a rare opportunity to see the untouchable Housewarden of Octavinelle lose his cool. âYou said you could handle whatever the punishment was. Donât tell me the Great Sea Merchant is gonnaâŠgaspâŠbreak a deal??â
Azulâs pride was smashed and smeared against a wall. He looked at Idia and then at the rulebook. His hatred for being tickled was notorious, at least in his own head. But his hatred for being called a liar or a coward was stronger. Much stronger for Azul to say âFine,â after a deep inhale through his nose. âTwo minutes. And then we never speak of this again.â His voice trembled with indignation.
Stiff as a board, Azul marched over to the said chair and lay down, his arms crossed tightly over his chest like a disgruntled vampire. âBut make it quick.â
âDon't blame me, fate chose this!â Idia said, though he didn't sound particularly sorry anymore.
Before Azul could even process the logistics of the 'ritual,' Idia moved with surprisingly quick reflexes. He straddled Azulâs hips, pinning the housewarden to the bench to ensure he couldn't squirrel away.
Azul closed his eyes, taking a sharp, bracing breath through his nose as he finally resigned himself to his fate. âOh, Great Seven...â he muttered, his voice strained and barely above a whisper. âIn the future, remind me to actually read the rules before I agree to anything...â
âSetting the timer now!â Idia grinned, his fingers hovering over Azulâs ribs like he was about to start a high-speed speedrun on a keyboard. âWhee-hee-hee! Letâs see how long that composed businessman act lasts!â
âââ
The digital timer let out a sharp, rhythmic beep as the numbers began to bleed away. 1:50... 1:49... 1:48...
Idia didn't hesitate. His long, nimble fingers, sharpened and polished with years of rapid-fire keyboard tapping, dropped down like lightning, targeting Azulâs sensitive sides.
The effect was instantaneous. Azulâs carefully composed pose shattered. He let out a loud, surprised squawk, his crossed arms untying and flying downward as he instinctively tried to swat Idiaâs hands away. âG-gaHAhâ! O-oh myâ!â Azulâs voice hitched, morphing into a series of frantic, breathless laughs. He immediately tried to shield himself, curling his torso into a tight ball and rolling desperately to the right. But the maneuver backfired, leaving his entire left side wide open.
And Idia didn't miss the opportunity. His hands moved in a blur, his fingertips dancing over Azulâs ribs and digging into the soft dip of his waist. A reaaally wide, toothy grin stretched across Idiaâs face, his blue flames flaring with a manic, fluorescent glow. âAre you comfortable down there?â he teased, emphasizing it with a sudden pinch at Azul's side.
âAHH! S-slohow down a bit!â Azul gasped, his legs kicking out against the bench as he tried to find some sort of leverage. âThe Great Sea Merchantâ was completely gone, replaced by a squirming mess of lilac hair and a total loss of his desired benevolence.
âCanât do! I gotta test all your sensitive spots before the timer runs out!â Idia cackled, his fingers migrating toward Azul's ribs now.
âI-ItâsâhaHAhA! It is nohohot! S-stoHOP!â Azul managed to choke out, his face turning a bright shade of crimson as he squeezed his eyes shut, his glasses sliding dangerously lopsided on the bridge of his nose.
The timer continued its merciless countdown, each beep punctuating the sound of Azul's desperate, high-pitched laughter echoing through the empty clubroom.
Idia was relentless. He caught Azulâs wrist, ungluing his arm from his torso with surprising strength and pinning it above his head. As soon as those long fingers dug into the sensitive hollow of Azulâs underarm, the Octavinelle housewarden let out a piercing, hysterical shriek, his back arching violently off the floor.
âGYAAH!!! NOHOT THERE!!â Azul cried out, his head thrashing frantically from side to side. The motion sent his glasses flying off his face and hitting the floor with a distant, metallic click.
Disoriented and blurry-visioned, Azul instinctively reached out toward the sound, but his defense was completely blown. Idiaâs hands took advantage of the opening, slipping beneath the hem of Azulâs shirt. The moment those unnervingly cool fingertips made contact with the fever-hot skin of Azulâs stomach, the merman beneath let out a strangled yelp, his entire body jolting as if he'd been hit by a lightning spell.
âIDIA!!â He cried out âHOW LONG IS THE TIMER?! Whehen is it ending??!â Azul managed to gasp out, his voice cracking as he squirmed beneath Idiaâs weight, his heels punching a frantic rhythm against the air.
âStill got fifty more seconds to go!â Idia chirped, his voice reaching a pitch of pure, unadulterated glee. He shifted his focus, his fingers scribbling rapidly across Azulâs midsection, finding every nerve ending the housewarden had tried so hard to hide. âWe haven't even reached the final boss phase yet. Look at that! Your stats are total trash!â
âIâhaHAhA! Iâll neverâ I'll nehever return to this club ever agaHAain!!â Azul sobbed out through a fit of breathless laughter, his face glowing with the sweat. He tried to twist away, but with Idia effectively straddling his hips, there was nowhere to run.
âPenalty time is sacred! No lawsuits allowed!â Idia cackled, his grin still present. His sharp teeth were fully on display. He moved his hands toward Azul's hip bones, digging in with a playful squeeze that turned Azulâs threats into a series of high-pitched, bubbly giggles.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound was the only thing Azul could focus on through the haze of hysterics. His dignity was already long gone, and his lungs felt like they were about to give out, but he just had to hang on. If he could just outlast those last few numbers on the screen, heâd be free. Forty seconds. That was it. Just forty more seconds of Idia's relentless fingers, and this authentic experience would finally be over.
