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... Cue Finnegan launching himself across the room like a rocket directly onto Avery's back, causing him to fall harmlessly into Casper, upon which both a human and cloud tickle a fish into giddy oblivion-

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“Torturing you? Why, I’ve only just begun, dewdrop~”

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[sketch under the cut!]

I still really love this sketch, tbh… 🥺🥺🥺

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Finished my cookie sona.~ >> I look tired. lol

A cookie who used to be a witch with no memory of being one. The only memory they have is the love they have for their partner cookie, Sugar Cream.~

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A discord server to both boost your art/writing and talk about tickling among other things!

The server has three different roles you can pick:

-> Active, for those who wanna talk and chill

-> Lurker, for those who rather watch

-> Content poster, for those who are mostly looking to share their content

Aside from that there are a lot of different channels for different things, like fandoms, ocs and more!

If you are interested, shoot me a message! Please be aware tho that this server is only open to members above the age of 18.

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Hello tumblr! I am sorry I haven't been super active on here, I've been better on my blue sky than anything 😖. But I finished a little tickle drawing, so I decided to share.

Parsley from Smile For Me getting some ticklish lovings after work:

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Neither the Time nor Place

Inspired by a prompt! Quick little writing exercise below the cut (w/tks... of course!) 💜

“You idiots… this is neither the time nor the place!” 

Vince Moretti glared at his two hulking bodyguards. He was rushing to get ready. His meeting with Don Vitale was in a few hours and he needed to finish getting his suit altered. The tailor had gone to fetch the jacket, leaving him alone in the large fitting room with his men.

Mickey gripped his face with his meaty hand, searching for the right words. He wasn’t used to confronting his captain. “But you ain’t allowed to talk to my mom like that, boss! It ain’t polite.”

Sal folded his hulking arms, “He’s right, boss. That’s his mom… you should show some respect.”

Vince fumed at the two giants blocking his view to the three-way mirror. “I don’t give a rat’s ass whose mom she is! Get outta my way, I need to check the hem of these pants”

The pair didn’t budge and continued to stare down their volatile captain. Mickey held up an accusing finger, “We ain’t moving until you apologize.”

Vince felt like he was going to explode, “Morons! I’m not apologizing! Get outta my way, it’s freezing in here… where’s that stupid tailor with my jacket?!”

The crime boss shivered slightly as the air conditioning kicked back in. He was barefoot and dressed only in his suit pants and undershirt. 

Mickey was willing to take all kinds of abuse from his boss but insulting his dear mother was crossing the line. His Neanderthal-shaped brow furled as he jabbed an indignant finger into Vince’s chest, “You gotta say sorry about what you said!”

Vince angrily smacked the thug’s beefy hand away. “Have ya’ lost yer minds? Keep yer greasy paws off me!”

Sal, who was even taller than Mickey, loomed forward. “Dats right… the boss don’t like being touched.”

Mickey narrowed his eyes. The large guard continued to jab at his short boss, articulating every word with a stab of his finger. “I’ll touch him all I want ‘til he says ‘sorry’.” 

Vince was several things. He was a hot head, a bully, a wanted criminal and extremely adverse to being touched. Every jab made him hunch forward more and more. He clenched his teeth as he wrapped his arms defensively around his torso. “Argh, stop… doing that… eeeep! That's an order!!”

A slow, dumb grin spread across Mickey’s face as he realized what was happening. “Hey Sal, grab the boss’s arms.”

Sal wasn’t used to manhandling his superior but Vince had gone too far this time. The crime lord snarled as Sal wrestled him into a nelson hold, pulling the angry man’s arms into an awkward position above his head. “Just say you’re sorry, boss. Then Mickey won’t mess wit’ you no more.”

“Screw both of ya!” Vince pitched his body, trying fruitlessly to escape.

Mickey came in a bit closer, holding up his two large pointer fingers. “The boss don’t wanna apologize. He wants more pokes.”

The gigantics man’s fat fingers started jabbing randomly at Vince’s ribs. With his arms raised and wearing nothing but a thin undershirt, the crime lord twinged helplessly as he clenched his jaw tightly. “N-no!! ARRGHH… t-t-traitors!! S-S-STOOOP!!!”

Mickey could see his boss was fighting desperately not to break down into helpless laughter. “Hey Sal… I think someone might be ticklish!”

Sal looked down at Vince, who was shaking his head furiously at the suggestion. “Is dat true boss? I thought you was supposed to be a tough guy.”

Vince knew if he just apologized, the two cretins would let him go. But his pride refused to let him entertain such an idea. He was a tough guy! He just needed to knuckle down and hold out.

Mickey could see the man was reaching his breaking point. He raised his massive hands in front of Vince's face, wiggling each of his gigantic fingers. “Last chance, boss.”

Vince screwed his eyes shut. He could do this… he was Vince Moretti! “You can both go to hell… along with your ugly mother!!”

Sal shrugged, “I guess he wants you to tickle him?”

Mickey nodded, “Sounds like it to me!”

The bulky guard dove in, deftly poking and prodding the helpless man’s ribs. Vince, one of the most feared criminals on the East coast, howled and snarled. He screamed and shouted… and finally, he broke down into a torrent of ridiculously high-pitched giggles. His bodyguards couldn’t have been more thrilled. 

“Awww… lookit the boss laugh! I’ve never seen him do that!”

“He’s so loud! Tickle, tickle, boss…!”

Vince screeched as the massive fingers wandered too close to his armpits, “AHHAAAAHA… N-N-NOT THEEEREEEE!!!”

Sal looked at Mickey, “He said not there… so you should maybe do it there.”

Mickey agreed, “Yeah, boss is gonna get it right there!”

Vince howled as the big ape ransacked his underarms, pawing at his most sensitive spot. He whooped and hollered as both goons chanted in unison, “Right there! Right there! Right there!”

In all the commotion, the three of them didn’t notice as the confused tailor entered the dressing room with Vince’s suit jacket. “Ummmm, can I help you gentlemen?”

Mickey and Sal looked at each other as Vince wheezed, still strung up in his goon’s arms.

“Sure,” said Mickey. “Can you grab his feet?”

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Enjoying spring with @silly-feeling’s tickle monster, Peet! 💙

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Well..? I'm waiting!

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i may need to be put down

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aaaghdhdbdhdb ok one more. i’m done for tonite i gotta go be normal now

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I started writing this in bed over the past few nights, mostly to help me sleep.

Just over 800 words, Casper and Avery cuddles and a bit of tickling, that's all. 💙

“Avery?”

“Mm?”

“How sleepy are you?”

“Quite… But, I'm awake. Are you okay?” 

Avery rolled to face me, the side of his head squishing into his pillow as his fingers reached for me, stroking my cheek. I cupped his cool hand against my face.

“Yeah, but… I think your quilt has a loose thread somewhere? I keep feeling it on my legs, can we turn the light on?” 

There was a brief pause, then a sound like buzzing static as the lamp on Avery's side table flicked on without him moving. He smiled as the dim light illuminated my face. 

I snorted. “How do you do that? And don't say-” 

“-magic~?” He finished sleepily, grinning a little wider. 

I rolled my eyes playfully as I dove under the covers, looking for the errant thread. My hand batted and swiped, but what meager light filtered through Avery's thick quilt wasn't much help.

“Could you hand me my phone, please? I can't find it.” 

I reached my hand back from the semi-tent I'd created, but instead of putting my phone in it, Avery simply folded the blanket over to expose the underside. 

“Oh, um, I guess that works too,” I said, blushing a little. “Oh, here it is.” 

I moved to rip the loose thread, causing Avery to jump. 

“Ah-! No, please don't tug,” he pleaded, gentle fingers touching my arm, “I'm sorry, this quilt is old and delicate. Here, I have sewing scissors.” He reached into the drawer of his side table, and I couldn't help but be terribly endeared that he had a mini sewing kit in there. Opening the clear case, he retrieved the scissors and cleanly snipped the loose thread, smoothing his hand over the blanket as if comforting it. 

“There we are,” he folded everything up and put it back, “good as new.” He smiled at me again, rubbing the back of my hand. “Are you ready for me to turn the light off, now?” 

I hesitated, because I was staring at his quilt, really seeing it for the first time; a slightly warm, marshmallowy-white fabric that was covered in a rainbow of patchwork pinwheel shapes, some solid, some patterned with various floral motifs. Though it was clearly old and thoroughly loved, there actually weren't any other stray threads that I could see, nor were there any holes or stains – I supposed that mini sewing kit had seen a lot of use over the years. 

“This quilt is really beautiful. Did someone make it for you?” 

“Yes, my mother did, just before I was born.” 

My fingers went from gentle to reverent as I traced the edges of the pinwheel shapes. Only moments ago, I could've ruined Avery's blanket – his baby blanket, lovingly made by his mother and painstakingly treasured by him for years. My stomach hurt. 

“God, I am so sorry,” I said, nervous to look at him. “I was so careless, I could've… I'll never do that again.” The guilt was immense. I hugged myself. 

“Oh, dewdrop,” Avery replied. A soft hand pulled me against his side, rubbing my arm. “I love this quilt, and I'm glad I stopped you… But even if I hadn't, whatever damage you did could've been fixed. Even by myself, perhaps – I've gotten pretty good at sewing over the years, hehe. So, don't worry, okay?” 

I snuggled against him, closing my eyes and focusing on the rubbing of his hand, letting the comforting and repetitive motion penetrate me. My head found its way to his chest, my hand encircling him and rubbing his side and belly. Avery murmured and cooed as I touched him, and then the light was off and both of our heads rested on his pillow, his hands stroking my back as I squeezed him and kissed into the crook of his neck. My hands wandered his body, grabbing gentle handfuls of his sides and belly – and without intending to do so, making him tremble with barely restrained giggles. 

“Casper… pfff, hehe! Ahh, it t-tickles when you do that,” he said of my fondling, sending a thrilling tingle down my spine as he shifted under my hands. How terribly I craved to make him sing with laughter, but I knew he was tired – we both were. Rolling onto my other side, I pressed my back against Avery’s body. 

“You're lucky I’m nice,” I grumbled playfully, earning a swift tickle to my belly that made me cry out a surprised laugh. I reached back to pinch his hip, but he snatched my hand and folded it gently back against my chest. 

“When we wake up,” he promised, voice already heavy with sleep. I heard him take his glasses off, then his arms tugged me against him again, cuddling and holding me like a treasured plushie. My breath regulated and my eyes fluttered closed, palms blindly stroking the cool silk of his arms around me.

“I love you.” 

He responded in a murmur of syllables that made me smile. I tucked Avery's quilt up to my neck, my mind still tracing pinwheels as I drifted off with him.

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This is only hard if you make it hard yk

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Someone's sure lovey today ♡

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I am working on... the softest tickle scene I've drawn in a while. I know it wasn't even that long ago that I drew tickles, but god... I love drawing tickles... 😭

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A little more about Peet:

Name: Peet

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~120 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Peet is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He’s very short at about 3 and a half feet tall, though the sheer volume of his poofy hair makes him look a little taller. He has four arms and two feathery antennae on his head.

Personality: Chatty and affable, with a tendency to put his foot in his mouth and say a little too much. He considers himself to be very smart, and while he can be quite intelligent he can also be a bit naïve. He has a strong sense of empathy and justice, which combined with his naïveté leaves him vulnerable to unscrupulous characters.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: A very fast talker! Sort of annoying, but also very chirpy and cute.

Quirks: Holds his own hands when he’s anxious. Has absolutely no sense of rhythm whatsoever, cannot dance to save his life.

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, switch recreationally. Would maybe like to get a little more of a chance to ler, but he’s at a disadvantage as a small cute thing.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): 7 not counting his underarms, but like a 9 if you count his underarms. Which you should.

Any special powers or talents? He can produce a powder in his antennae that, if inhaled, renders the victim dizzy, weak, giggly… and makes them 4x more ticklish. He refuses to use it, considers it cruel and “cheating”.

First thing people notice about them: His hair. It is large!

Your favorite thing about them: He’s just so teeny and cute. I also love a good nerd archetype

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A little more about Mirt:

Name: Mirt

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~160 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Mirt is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He’s very skinny, equal parts graceful and awkward. He has long rabbitlike ears and a thin, agile tail. His skin is soft and velvety, and has a super fine peach fuzz all over his body.

Personality: Playful, chipper and a little bit flighty. He doesn’t have a genuinely mean bone in his body, and approaches everyone like they’re already his friend. He sometimes has trouble realizing when someone wants to be left alone, and has a hard time taking subtle (or sometimes even obvious) hints that others might be upset with him.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: Mirt has an Aussie accent! (It doesn’t make a lot of sense because Australia doesn’t exist in his world, but… you’re not supposed to think that deeply about it.) He has a soft, gentle, casual-sounding voice.

Quirks: Will juggle whatever he can get his hands on, often dancing and singing along to the music in his head. If he is given any small throwable food to eat, he will try to toss it and catch it in his mouth without fail. He doesn't always actually manage to catch it, though...

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, but a switch recreationally… in other words, as a tickle monster he feels like it’s his duty to tickle others, but comes to enjoy being tickled too.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): A solid 7. Quite ticklish, but it’s not totally debilitating.

Any special powers or talents? He’s quick, extremely flexible, and has superb balance. His large ears also give him very good hearing, so he’s difficult to sneak up on.

First thing people notice about them: Probably his ears, since they make him look so much taller.

Your favorite thing about them: I love how sweet and open and affectionate he is! Both because it makes him a super comforting character, but also because he helps other more reticent characters open up a little more.

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A little more about Risio:

Name: Risio

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~95 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Risio is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He’s short and round (only about 4’8”!) but still manages to be quite intimidating. He has sharp teeth and is covered in prickly little thorns, but both features are more for show than anything— his thorns aren’t actually sharp, and he doesn’t bite. He has large tentacle-like vines protruding from his back.

Personality: A blustering bully. He can be quite cruel to the others, often insulting them and calling them stupid and weak. But underneath this rowdy and overbearing front he’s actually quite lonely and sensitive. Once he gets a taste of affection and companionship he’s desperate for more… he just doesn’t know how to express that.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: Probably a bit of a New York accent. His voice is prone to cracking when he gets particularly animated.

Quirks: He’s a big eater, and he loves meat. Giving him food is one of the easiest ways to get on his good side.

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, ler-leaning switch recreationally. He begrudgingly admits to liking being tickled, but he loves tickling the others.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): 10. Super sensitive, has to be tickled gently to avoid getting totally overwhelmed…

Any special powers or talents? He has a green thumb— literally and figuratively. As part plant himself he’s very in touch with other plants and can communicate with them.

First thing people notice about them: His teeth.

Your favorite thing about them: I love me a good pathetic tsundere 🤭