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despicable-scientist:

grucylover18:

despicable-scientist:

     "What a wonderful way to be a dork then!"

"Oh yes," he replied softly. "Yep, yeh’re a cute dork’n I’m claimin’ yeh, if tha’s a’righ’ with yeh of course," he chuckled, tilting his head and stealing a quick kiss.

     "Nope.”

At that squeak of denial, a broad smirk came across his face and he immediately went for her sides with light fingers. “Still not ticklish, hmm ~ ?”

"I’d love that," she laughed, blinking warmly at him. "I don’t mind being claimed at all…

   ”Still not ticklish, hmm ~ ?”

"Oh god," she moaned, writhing slightly under him. "Stop… eEK!”

"No…?" An evil smirk flashed across his features for an instant before he failed to hide a little laugh. "Aha, a’righ’ then." That evil smirk returned for a moment at her ticklishness. "Muahah, yeh’re mine,” he teased, before pausing to let her catch her breath. He, after all, could only handle being tickled so long before it was a bit much. “As yeh wish, love.” With that, he wove his fingers together like a bridge again and rested his chin on his knuckles, just smiling happily at her.

As he paused, she found herself panting slightly - catching her breath as quickly as she could before he started again. “Thank you - ” she wheezed. After a few more breaths, she glanced up at him, and couldn’t help but smile back. “Why don’t we have more days like this…?,” she suddenly murmured, gazing into his eyes.

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  • little brother: they're little fuzzy sticks on strings
  • me: then you are ultimately more mature than most boys
  • little brother: why
  • me: for some reason tampons are gross and taboo just cuz they go in a vagina
  • little brother: well so does a penis and boys never stop talking about those
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Interesting Writing Prompts

avalonnightwick:

  1. Every year on your birthday, you are visited by yourself from one year in the future. This year, no one shows up.
  2. Describe each day of the week as if it were a person.
  3. Write a story that begins with a word randomly picked from the dictionary.
  4. You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of your books speaking to each other. Which books are speaking, and what are they saying?
  5. A story about discovering that a certain religion (or your own) has been proven to be true.
  6. Or, alternately, discover that your current religion (or your character’s) has been proven to be false.
  7. Write a scene immediately following a tragedy. You may give hints to what the tragedy could be, but you cannot reveal what it really is/was.
  8. Your main character becomes self-aware and realizes they’re living in a fictional story.
  9. Write about the person you are know, meeting the alternate version of yourself at the same age you imagined you would be at a younger age.
  10. Write a story from the viewpoints of a pen and paper being used to write a story.
  11. Write a story in just six words.
  12. You ride a subway through underground New York City and discover you can remember the pasts of your fellow passengers.
  13. What, exactly is a soul mate? Get creative.
  14. A short story about yourself, writing a novel. In the same short story, the main character of your novel begins writing a novel about you.
  15. You discover the lampposts on your street are watching and gossiping about you.
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{scientific flowers}

despicable-scientist:

grucylover18:

despicable-scientist:

He grinned at the warmth of her cheeks at his fingertips, his expression softening as he returned her gaze. “Yeh callin’ me a dork, love?” he chuckled, feigning a little look of disbelief. “Well! Tha’s int’restin’ comin’ from someone who obviously cannot contain her - euh - heh, cuteness. Hm…” He tilted his head slightly, smirking. “No, yeh’re off th’ scales, so — there’s no way this scientist en’t gonna find th’ most ticklish place - now, let’s see… ‘ere?” He slid his fingers to the crook of her neck. “Ticklish? Or…?” He quirked a brow, watching her intently as though taking mental notes.

"Yeh callin’ me a dork, love?”

Snickering, she lightly nodded and scrunched up her nose at him. “Maybe…” she smirked, beaming up at him. And then, she laughed. “I’m a dork because of my cuteness!? Oh dear - " she gasped, playfully teasing with his hair. "What a wonderful way to be a dork then!"

"Ticklish? Or…?"

Holding back a snicker, she forced herself to shake her head. Concealing the fact that she was ticklish - pretty much everywhere - didn’t seem that hard. That was, until she spoke. “Nope,” she said, only feeling her eyes widen as her voice came out in a high squeak. 

     "What a wonderful way to be a dork then!"

"Oh yes," he replied softly. "Yep, yeh’re a cute dork’n I’m claimin’ yeh, if tha’s a’righ’ with yeh of course," he chuckled, tilting his head and stealing a quick kiss.

     "Nope.”

At that squeak of denial, a broad smirk came across his face and he immediately went for her sides with light fingers. “Still not ticklish, hmm ~ ?”

"I’d love that," she laughed, blinking warmly at him. "I don’t mind being claimed at all…

   ”Still not ticklish, hmm ~ ?”

"Oh god," she moaned, writhing slightly under him. "Stop… eEK!”

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[ Raven’s Advice ] [ closed rp ]

despicable-scientist:

grucylover18:

despicable-scientist:

     “You’re… Winfield, right? Chrissy’s said some things about you…”

"Oh - !" Win blinked. "Eh - yes, tha’s me. I… I’m sure she ‘as…" he finished miserably, immediately concerned about what she might already know about him, or worse - assume about him…

Still - she’d smiled, not run away, right? That had to be a good sign, at least.

"Thank yeh," he muttered, bowing his head slightly as he stepped past her into her office.

     “Go for it - I have an hour on my hands. It’s been a while since I’ve helped out an adult.”

Winfield nodded. At least he seemed to have caught her in a good mood - that, or she was a naturally easygoing person… thank goodness. That was exactly what he needed right now - someone who wouldn’t panic or flip out on him when he himself was so on-edge.

Winfield remained standing close to the door - and only took a seat across from her on the couch after seeing that he really had no other polite choice. He felt a little too antsy to sit still, but… maybe this would help calm him…?

He wove his fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “Y-yeah, I - am,” he admitted, nodding stiffly. He tried to offer her a little smile, but was only able to manage a grimace. “Well,” he paused, hesitating. “…Et’s… et’s ‘bout my, euh… my girlfriend…” he began quietly. “No, no - - I mean, et’s ‘bout me, but et ‘as t’ do with her…” He felt tongue-tied - which in turn felt so out-of-place. He rarely ever found it difficult to speak his mind, but for some reason - this wasn’t coming so easily…

At his miserable response, she shook her head. “Don’t worry my dear,” she laughed. “Good things.”

When he had finally sat down and began to speak, she found herself knowing more of this issue than maybe even he did. Once he said it involved his girlfriend… She knew where this is headed. But she didn’t want to say anything. She had to make sure he was comfortable with what he was troubled about.

"Hey - " she began, leaning over and resting her hand on his knee. Giving him a warm smile, she explained. "Relax, alright? Take a few deep breaths, and then tell me - only very slowly - one bit at a time.”

     “Good things.”

Win blinked. “Oh…! Oh, well then…” He nodded and tried not to look too relieved.

He flinched when Raven touched him and had to resist the instinct to push her away. “Er — okay,” he answered hollowly, biting his lip and forcing his gaze away. He paused and took a deep breath as she’d suggested, letting his shoulders fall. “So… her name’s Mimi, an’ I — we… we’re not married, she’s my girlfriend,” he repeated, resting his chin in his palms. “But we - - we’re gonna be… parents?” He looked up at her. “But I - dun’ even ‘ave a steady job, I mean - Mimi does, but I…” He sighed and looked down at his shoes again. “I’m gonna be a terrible father,” he croaked after a moment.

She nodded, blinking at him in encouragement. The words seemed to be coming more easily to him, and she found it much easier to understand than before. “Okay then - ” she smiled. “I understand… Trust me - me and my husband have been in your shoes my friend.”

Tapping her fingers on the edge of her chair, she continued. “We were in the same spot as you - we weren’t married - he didn’t have a stable job - and we weren’t prepared for anything.” Chuckling softly, she shook her head. “But let me tell you something - no one can be a terrible parent. Or in your case, father. You just don’t know that you have it in you yet…”

"I have a question - imagine that you currently have a child. Right now - in present time. How would you react? Would you like that child? Would you be acting like a father?"

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