#Fionna and cake tickle fic

[amazingmsme]

Blue Halo

AN: Making up for lost time, 3 fics in a day eat my ass. Jkjk, these fics are so much fun, it’s just a lot, especially when I let myself get carried away like this. But y’all are about to go hog wild, because here’s another lee!simon fic, dare I say better than the first? Idk man, today’s prompt is unusual spot & the whole head portal thing just screams ticklish scalp to me.

Fionna stared at the back of Simon's head, still trying to wrap her mind around it. It felt weird when she leapt from the portal and found herself staring at an old man laying face down.

Since entering his world, she hasn't had much time to dwell on it. Now that they seemed to be in a relatively safe world, her mind began to wander off to places she hadn't had the time to dwell on.

"I can feel you staring," Simon said, looking over his shoulder at her. She panicked and looked away, causing him to chuckle softly. "You'll get them too ya know."

"Wha-?"

"Gray hairs. It's what you're staring at, right?"

"Oh no! I wasn't staring at that!" she assured, but Simon rolled his eyes fondly.

"Really, it's okay. I know I'm old as dirt. You start going gray, that's just life," he explained casually. Fionna snorted in amusement and shoved his shoulder playfully.

"You don't have to explain the concept of aging Simon!" she teased. "I was just thinking... About home, and where we came from..." she trailed off, staring at the back of his head. Simon connected the dots.

"Oh..." He looked away, a small frown on his face as he thought of a way he could comfort her. "Well, once we get me a new crown, then you can go home and everything will be okay," he offered a soft smile, one which she returned.

"Yeah, I'm just a little worried about going back in," she mused aloud. Simon cocked his head curiously, so she elaborated. "I mean, you're head's only so big, and my hips are definitely bigger," she joked.

He snorted in amusement, "Oh please, you made it out just fine! I think all this craziness is just gunking up your head and making you nervous. I promise, I'll get you and Cake home safe and sound," he said, patting her shoulder.

"I guess I'm still just, confused about it all. And curious," she shrugged.

"Well... you're welcomed to rummage around the ol' noggin; see if there's any remnants of the portal hiding behind my hair," he offered.

"Really? You wouldn't mind?" she asked, sitting down behind him.

"Not a bit. I'm honestly a little curious about what's back there myself." Fionna started carding her hands through Simon's hair and he let out a chuckle. "I wonder if this is how Jane Goodall felt," joked aloud.

"Who?" Fionna asked, not understanding the joke at all. His short lived laughter trailed off with a sigh.

"Oh, never mind. Just a scientist from a long time ago." His voice sounded dejected and forlorn, reminiscing on a time long since past. Fionna frowned to herself at the change of mood.

"What did she study?"

"She was a great conservationists and anthropologist who studied primates. She even got to live with them for awhile," he explained.

"Whoa, that sounds pretty cool," she said and Simon agreed. She continued parting his hair, looking for any sign of the portal.

"Well, your scalp's pretty pale, but I don't know if that has to do with- wait!" she cut herself off, shoving his hair away excitedly, in doing so shoving his head down abruptly. Simon let out a quiet oof and braced himself on the floor.

"What- what is it?" he asked nervously, craning his neck to see despite knowing it was a fruitless effort.

"Oh, it's nothing bad!" she was quick to assure. "I think." Or maybe not... "It's just, I think your skin might be blue." Simon felt himself relax.

"Don't scare me like that Fionna! I thought it was something serious!"

"Blue skin isn't serious?" she asked, voice soft and concerned. Simon leaned back to look at her.

"Well, I was Ice King for a really long time, and he had blue skin," he reasoned. "So it doesn't seem like that big of a deal. You said you followed a sparkly blue portal?" She nodded, and he continued. "See, that explains it. No need to worry," he reached back, patting her hand to put her at ease.

She hummed, not fully trusting the explanation but deciding not to dwell. "Whatever you say," she said skeptically. "Man, your hair's soft. What shampoo do you use?" she asked.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know, Marcy picked it out for me. But it's the conditioner that makes it soft,” he gently corrected. Suddenly his calm demeanor took a left turn when he arched his back, shoulders shooting up to his ears as he shrieked, a full body shiver overtaking his body.

He jumped away from the sensation, landing in the soft ground and spinning around to face Fionna. He he had a hand slapped over the back of his head, rubbing furiously. His eyes were wide and he was… blushing?

Fionna pointed at him accusingly, “I knew it was a bad omen! And you just tried to shrug it off!”

Simon shook his head, “What? No! No, it’s fine, I guess the portal just made my scalp a little… sensitive is all,” he grumbled, arms crossed as he adverted his gaze to the ground.

“Well that doesn’t sound good. And you hit your head pretty hard when you fell down those stairs at Prismo’s,” she pointed out, brows furrowed with concern.

“Oh, well I-“

“Let me just make sure you aren’t hurt, okay? If it really is blue it could be bruising.” Simon had to admit she had a point. Hesitantly, he sat back down, though much stiffer and guarded than before. Fionna playfully punched his arm.

“Relax dude, I’m not gonna hurt you!”

Simon rubbed his sore shoulder. “You just did,” he teased, though the smile on his face let her know he was only kidding.

“Oh shut up,” she mock scolded, parting his hair to try and get a decent look at his scalp. She hadn’t cut her nails in a while and they grazed the tender skin beneath his hair and she noticed how Simon’s shoulders hitched up towards his ears and a startled gasp escape him. She immediately pulled away, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Simon was quick to put her mind at ease, especially with her growing guilt over hurting others. “It’s fine, you didn’t hurt me. Like I said it’s just, um, sensitive,” he said vaguely.

“Huh?” Fionna gave him a puzzled look before connecting the dots, confusion morphing into an ecstatic grin. Simon felt his stomach drop. “Oh. Ooooh! You mean sensitive as in ticklish! This is great!” she exclaimed, plopping herself way too close to him in his opinion.

“N-now wait a second!” he tried to protest, yelping when Fionna grabbed him in a headlock. Not strong enough to choke or hurt, but he certainly wasn’t going anywhere. Uh oh.

“No way! You had me all worried for no reason! And you’ve been a sad sack o’ taters this whole time! So I think it’s about time you cut loose,” she decided, lightly scratching against the back of his head. Now that she wasn’t holding back, it was so much worse than before. He snorted, biting his lip to contain any more unwanted sounds. Soft snickers managed to slip past the barrier despite his best efforts.

“Oho man, this is hilarious! Who even knew scalps could be ticklish! I gotta try this out on Gary when I get home!” she rambled as she continued tickling.

Simon was halfway in her lap from her ambushed attack, his legs kicking and scrambling against the ground for purchase. Her nonchalant enthusiasm was more flustering than he thought it would be and he covered his red face to hide from the teasing. What else was he supposed to do? Her hold made it so that he couldn’t even reach her hands to stop her. Though in second thought, maybe that was a good thing: she’d probably go after his armpits and then he’d really be in trouble.

“Fihihionnahaha! Lehet mehehe gohoho!” he whined, unleashing the hoard of giggles that had been trapped in his chest for far too long. The sound was bright and high pitched, and so unlike the Simon she knew.

“Aaawww, you have, like, the cutest laugh ever!” she cooed, causing him to blush even more.

“Whahat? Ihihi dohoho nohohot!” he denied, shrieking when she started scratching closer to his hairline. His giggles grew faster and more breathy, snorting loudly when she traced a circle in the center of his head.

“I don’t know dude, have you ever heard yourself? Pretty fuckin’ cute,” she teased, then thought back on her own words, an idea forming in her mind. “Wait, where’s my phone?”

Even while giggling hysterically, Simon tried to be helpful. “Ca-Cahahake!”

“Ugh, she has it!” she groaned, still scribbling anywhere that warranted a reaction. She leaned her head back and yelled, “CAKE! I NEED MY PHONE!”

In the distance, she could just barely make out a Cake-colored shape. The shape responded, “I’M BUSY!”

“IT’S MY PHONE! I NEED IT FOR PROOF THAT SIMON CAN LAUGH!” she yelled. That seemingly got the cat’s attention.

A leg stretched all the way over to them, followed shortly by the rest of Cake. “Now this I GOTTA see- oh wow, you weren’t kiddin’,” she said once she made her way to them, clutching the phone to her chest. She chuckled to herself as she walked up to them, getting up in Simon’s face as she filmed them before Fionna pushed her back with a giggle of her own.

“Cake, that’s too close!”

“Hey, I’m a director! Y’all just keep doin’ what you’re doin’,” she said, trying to decide on the best angle for the video.

“Cahahake, hehelp mehehe!” he pleaded, reaching an arm out for her.

She looked up to the sky in thought, “Hmmm, no. I’m Fionna’s cat, not yours,” she sassed, fangs peaking out behind her smirk.

Simon shrieked when she found the weak spot behind his ears, his laughter reaching a new pitch. Once he started hiccuping through his giggles, Fionna decided to grant him mercy.

“Welp! Think it’s safe to say that you’re in tip top shape!” she chirped, patting his arm as he laid on the ground wheezing. He held up a thumbs up.

He composed himself enough to sit up, playfully glaring at the two of them. “That was the worst. You’re the worst.”

“Naaah, I play with my friends like that all the time, and you took it like a champ,” she complimented, smirking at the way he flushed at her words.

“Wha- you had me in a headlock!” he defended himself, throwing his arms in the air for dramatics. Cake couldn’t help herself and stretched over to tweak his sides. He yelped and curled in on himself, falling onto his side. They all laughed.

“You coulda tapped out,” Fionna taunted smugly. Simon was dusting himself off and fixed his glasses.

“Well if I knew that, I would’ve,” he said curtly.

“Bet next time you won’t,” she challenged, hands on her hips. He froze, balking for an answer before a calm, almost smug expression found it’s way on his face.

“Well, I’m an old man Fionna. I’m sure I’ll forget by then.”

[veryblushyswitch]

Awww!!! Lee Fionna!! 💖💖💖 This is so cute thank you!!

Trick or Treat & Fionna and Cake!! 💖 Hope you’re doing good and Happy Halloween!! 🎃

Fionna jumped over Simons couch, giggling as she dodged Cakes stretchy arms. “You’ll never take me alive!”

“I might.” Simon grinned as he popped out around the corner, catching Fionna by surprise and grabbing her in a bear hug.

She struggled and squirmed in his grip, fizzling put giggles as Cake drew closer. “H-hey now! Let’s talk about this!”

Cake just smirked, little fingers wiggling as she approached. “No need for talkin, I just wanna hear those screams!”

“Well that’s ominOOOHOHOHOHOUS! EHEHEHEHEHEHHE!” Fionna shrieked as Cake made contact, finger wiggling along her hips.

Simon chuckled, “As you kids say, R.I.P.”

[tickletails]

Fanart for it was just a poke by CaptainCoolGuy on ao3

[lopsicle]

~Winter Wonderland~

TickleTober Day 12 Mischief:

Characters: Lee! Simon, Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s been down in the dumps ever since entering the Winter King’s dimension and that just won’t do for WK, who tries everything to cheer him up.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, Simon being self-deprecating

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Simon felt like shit. Physically and mentally. He hadn’t given himself a wink of sleep since…since, when was the last time he had slept? It had to of been before Finn took him out into the woods, how long had it been since then? It was hard to tell when travelling through a horrifying multiverse, even though this new dimension wasn’t scary. It was just…troubling.

This Winter King guy really rubbed Simon the wrong way, and it just made him feel even shittier about himself to have an ounce of bitterness or jealousy towards the man. Yet, how could he not? The Winter King was everything Simon wanted to be; charismatic, helpful, powerful, he even fought off the Crown’s curse by himself! Simon couldn’t resist the Crown for anything, not himself, not Marceline, not even Betty. Betty. Oh, if she could see him now, to see that this is what she…was lost for.

Simon hadn’t moved from the Winter King’s throne, sitting at the foot of it with his rigid back leaning against the piercing cold chair. His borrowed, immaculate clothes kept him safe from the cold just enough so that he wasn’t shiver, but not enough to feel an annoying chill against his back. Fionna was off training, doing something productive while Cake actually managed to enjoy herself here. Simon wanted to join them, but partaking in anything here felt like eating the Forbidden Fruit, like he’d be admitting his flaws. Like he was saying the Winter King was superior.

Which he was, but Simon couldn’t bring himself to say that. Not out loud.

His host seemed to have grown concerned though, he had been observing Fionna duelling valiantly against his ice knights with a proud smile before his gaze lingered over to Simon, and his expression became something similar to a teacher worried about a troubled child. Though he fixed his expression, putting on his usual confident, cheerful face before skating across the ice masterfully over to Simon, standing before the shorter, curled up man.

“Now, Simon, my throne is lovely but surely there’s something more entertaining in this kingdom for you! And if there isn’t, I can make it for you in a jiffy!” The Winter King offered with a white smile, Simon managed to tilt his head up to meet his gaze, offering a polite yet deflated smile.

“Thank you but I…think I’ll be fine here, I’m just tired, it’s been a long few days.” Simon gave his usual excuse, hoping it would deter the Winter King. He underestimated just how perceptive he was; he shook his head at Simon with a gleeful expression.

“Oh, my dear, sweet Simon, did you forgot that we’re the same person at our core? I know that lie, I used it myself when things were rough many-a-times and I know that it won’t get you anyway.” The Winter King took on a more vulnerable tone, tenderly offering Simon his hand with an encouraging, hopeful expression on his face.

Well fuck, he’d look like an asshole if he didn’t go with him now. That and he was kinda right, sulking in the corner about how much he sucks wasn’t gonna fix much. Cautiously, he placed his hand in the Winter King’s who suddenly yanked him up delightfully, his demeanour switching back seamlessly to his excitable self.

“Splendid choice, fellow Petrikov! I have the perfect activity in mind to get you out of that dark corner of your brain you’ve wandered off to!” The Winter King called out as he dragged Simon along behind him, who was letting out petrifying squeals and grunts as the two of them plummeted across the ice, cold air brushing past their ears. Sliding across the ice, the Winter King kept a strong grip on Simon’s hand, keeping him as steady as one could be when plummeting through the snow. He also flipped the two of them in the air a few times, just for the sake of it.

“Shouldn’t we slow down?! We’re heading right for the that edge!” Simon cried out, noticing that the Winter King was sending them to straight to one of the many lavish balconies of his ice castle. The King simply chuckled in response, his glasses shining with pride.

“Oh, yes, yes we are because that’s our destination!” With a frightened yelp from Simon and a joyous squeal from the Winter King, he sent the two of them hurtling from the balcony, before simply outstretching his hand and expertly creating a comfortable ramp of ice for them to slide down, right to the courtyard outside his castle. The Winter King kept his footing as he slid down whereas Simon simply clung onto him for safety, mentally cursing himself for ever agreeing to this. The King’s boots touched the ground with a satisfying crunch, maintaining his balance as he landed on the snowy landscape. Simon skidded against the ground, nearly slipping on his face but the Winter King caught him by wrapping his arm around Simon’s waist, keeping his footing steady.

“Are you trying to get us killed or do you just enjoy throwing me around like a ragdoll?!” Simon furrowed his brown as he panted for breath, resting his hands on his knees, hunching over slightly. The Winter King grinned from ear to ear.

“Yes!” Before Simon had the chance to rightfully give him an agitated earful for his behaviour, he continued speaking in his pompous, fun-loving tone. “That was very necessary for what we’re about to do, Simon, for we are about to engage in an activate that needs you to be on your guard, thinking straight, on top of your game, heart pumping and lungs heaving!” With an amazed expression, the Winter King held his arms over his head in a grand gesture.

“We’re going to have a snowball fight!” Simon stood there for a few moments just processing the information, blinking slowly in disbelief.

“You did all of that just for…a snowball fight?” Simon sighed, not sure why he expected anything different from his new companion.

“Why, of course, everything in the Winter Kingdom needs a little pizazz, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise! Speaking of,” The Winter King raised his arms through the air as if he was pushing them through water and before the pair of them, a few short walls of ice and snowy cover appeared on opposite sides of the courtyard.

“There we go, now there’s a little more flavour!” The Winter King smiled proudly, Simon was wondering how going up against what was practically an ice elemental in a snowball fight was even fear, but persisted.

“So uh, how do we start this?” Simon asked awkwardly, standing unsure of himself next to the impressive display of the Winter King’s power. Said King turned away from Simon as if he was thinking, but suddenly turned back, rolling a small snowball about within his hands before chucking it at Simon’s waist.

“Like that!” He smiled widely, playfully, Simon politely tried to match his energy with a competitive glare, falling down to his knees and shovelling up some snow. The Winter King retreated to his cover, grinning like a schoolgirl as he sat tucked behind a snow wall, peeking out from around its edge and-

Bam! He was struck square in the face by a snowball, it’s cold remnants dripping down his chin and staining his skin with a vanilla glow.

“Headshots are cheap shots!” The Winter King called out playfully, wiping away his eyes and ducking back behind his cover. The two of them went on with their fight, scrambling to make more snow balls, chucking them at each other, chasing each other around, sliding across the ice, of which Simon slipped many times. Simon took a few hits to his chests and limbs, but he managed to knock the Winter King’s crown clean off of his head at one point, sending the two into a laughing fit.

“I am sohoho sorry!” Simon apologised, keeling over as he offered the Winter King his crown back. The Winter King took it back with hands shaky from laughter and placed it back atop his head, placing one of his hands against Simon’s shoulder for support.

“D-dohohn’t be, that was a superb shot, Simon! But, that doesn’t mean your getting out of this that easily!” The Winter King commented with a sly grin that Simon didn’t have the chance to question the meaning of before he felt his cool fingertips he jabbed into his armpits.

“Ah! H-heheheehy!” Simon squeaked at the abrupt tough, his arms instinctively coiling to his sides. His legs gave out under him and he leaned into the Winter King for support, who wrapped an arm around his waist considerately.

“Don’t “hey” me, Simon, this is a very fair punishment! Crown shots are cheap shots, haven’t you heard?” The Winter King teased him, something that he obviously just made up as an excuse for…this. Why he was doing this was still unknown to Simon…until he remembered something the Winter King said earlier; they were the same person. He must’ve known that Simon would end up enjoying this too; Simon would’ve found it considerate if it wasn’t so, so flustering.

“Pleahahase, thihis is chihihildish!” Simon weakly protested, or at least it sounded like a protest. The Winter King stayed determined, slipping his hands down to Simon’s sides and jabbing his nails into his sides, wriggling them about.

“Simon, sweetie, we were having a snowball fight a few moments ago and you didn’t mean that at all! It doesn’t seem like your minding this all that much either!” The Winter King smirked, feeling no need to be discreet about that little secret. Simon did on the other hand, his cheeks turned a dark shade of red as he gripped onto the hem of the Winter King’s shirt tightly, as if he was begging for him to put those words back into his mouth.

“Dohohon’t be rihihidiculous!” Simon spat out, tilting his face down to hide his glowing cheeks. He didn’t know why he was trying to argue with WK like this, but it arguing an impossible lie felt easier than admitting an embarrassing secret.

“Oh, but I am ridiculous, silly even! That’s why us Petrikovs like this sort of thing; it’s playful and rough and so energetically soothing, don’t you think?” As the Winter King kept going on, Simon could feel that nervous feeling in his chest growing stronger and stronger. The Winter King’s hands began skittering and scribbling around Simon’s torso, his pristine nails digging into the fabric of his suit.

“M-mahahahahahahybe!!” Simon relented, finding it hard to deny such a vibrant, self-assured figure. T hat seemed to please the Winter King though, his fingers eased up on Simon’s waist a little bit, sticking to just tracing against his skin.

“Very good, now would you like this to continue or are you feeling better?” The Winter King murmured considerately, surprising Simon from just how easily softness and vulnerability came to him, simple as spawning ice from his fingertips.

Simple as manifesting your own reality.

“Cahahan’t it be bohohohth?” Simon chose. The Winter King felt Simon’s grip on him loosen slightly.

“Now your thinking right! Of course we can, my dear Petrikov, now let’s see where to start…your ribs, hips maybe?”

Simon blushed, regretting his decision instantly but ultimately, he was enthralled about what was to come.

[raspberry-dounut]

hihi!! I saw adventure time on your fandoms list and was wondering if we could get anything about lee!simon? (once the curse is gone.) he's so silly and it would mean a lot

Nightmares

[TW: intense nightmares, references to PTSD, a& grief. And also, this is a tickle fic, so if this made its way into the main tags somehow, then I suggest you don’t read it if you’re not into that stuff XD]

Simon jolted awake, taking deep gasps of the cool night air in a shitty effort to stifle a scream. His heart was still pounding in his ears despite how quickly his breathing had returned to normal. It had been a nightmare, as it usually was, but this one felt different. He didn't want to remember it, but somehow he just couldn't shake it.

His heart sank into his stomach momentarily- he’d sworn he’d seen Betty, if just for a second.

“You guys… are still awake?” He was still a bit disoriented from his nightmare, but he thought he recognized those voices. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit barn, he could make out the shapes of Fionna and Cake, still awake and engaged in conversation.

“Well… yeah?” Fionna’s eyebrows furrowed as she awkwardly offered an answer.

“We wouldn’t expect you to understand, though. You’re old.” Cake chimed in with a shit-eating grin, completely endorsed in the game she had stolen from Fionna hours earlier.

“What were you dreaming about anyways?” She added, nonchalantly. “Getting it on with someone?”

The snide remark caught the older man a little off guard, as he found himself looking away to hide a deep red blush “Uhhh… I don’t really wanna talk about it, it’s- it’s private.”

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and the two of them exchanged a quick glance. It was clear something was bothering him, and neither of them were too keen on being left out of the loop.

“Suit yourself.” The cat shrugged.

“Was it a good dream or a bad one?" Fionna asked tentatively, her tone soft in a way Simon had never heard her use before. She was always the brash one, but something about the look in his eyes must have compelled her to be gentler.

“It’s— I don’t…” he started. All words seemed to fail Simon as he desperately searched for an answer

“it’s complicated.” Is what he settled on, trying in vein to hold off the weeping that usually followed after such intense dreams.

Fionna's eyes widened suddenly, but her expression quickly softened.

"Hey... it's okay. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," she said, taking a step towards him. His reaction to her and Cake's joking response told her everything she needed to know about how serious the dream must have been.

“No, I—“ he knew keeping secrets from his (begrudging) teammates was useless. It would only make things worse for the trio as a unit in the long run. So he tried- he tried despite his distraught to explain it.

“When you get older… you, uh… sometimes we- I… my fiancé and I—“

“Woah!” Cake snickered and hummed a tune that resembled something you’d hear in a low budget rom com during a particularly spicy scene. “I didn’t think someone as boring and mundane as you would have fiancé!!”

Fionna merely needed to cast a gaze over her shoulder and Cake knew to drop the subject.

“Cake! That’s not funny!” Fionna snapped, though she knew she was partly to blame. She was never one to have a filter, knowing full well that most of Cake’s current habits could be easily traced back to herself. “What were they like?”

“No, it’s okay. She… was wonderful.” he said, almost dreamily. There was a clear passion and affection in his voice for whoever this mysterious woman was. “I still remember what cake toppers Betty and I wanted for our wedding!! And—“

“Simon!”

“Hm?”

“You’re crying!”

"I am?" With little hesitation, he let his fingers connect to under his left eye. His fingertips made contact with warm water. It was a shock at first, but given that Fiona had called him out on his sudden eruption of tears, he didn't jump at that. Still, it was a shock nonetheless. Weakly, he muttered out in a croak after his mind realized he was tearing up. "Oh... I am."

“Um, maybe we can ask big hunky Finn for some water? Or like, an extra blanket?” Fionna offered, racking her brain for a solution. Comforting someone who had clearly undergone some intense trauma wasn’t something in her toolbox- let alone said person being older in age.

Fionna attempted to wipe the tears away from Simon’s face, desperate to clear away his sadness and provide some comfort in a moment of pain. But the tears were streaming down his cheeks too rapidly, making it impossible for her to keep up with them. Despite her repeated efforts, his tears continued to fall, each one slipping past her fingertips and adding to the pool gathering in the crease of his chin.

“No, no it’s okay really… I think we’re overstaying our welcome, anyways.” He offered her a small smile- one that was cheaply sewn together with what little sanity he had left in his grief.

All she could do was look at him with concern. The years that had gone by showed in his features, bringing a deep sorrow with them. The events of his life were like a war zone within his eyes, the tears that stained them telling her the story of his pain.

“Oh! Hey!” Cake’s face lit up as the lightbulb went off in her head, evident in the face she made “you humans like to be pet too, right? You evolved from monkeys, yeah? So there you go!”

“Uhhh…” It was awkward- that was for sure. He often found himself forgetting that, as far as Cake was aware, all she’d ever known was the life of a domesticated pet. An animal companion that was doomed to tight collars and comedic holiday costumes, stuck within the confines of an apartment.

“Umm… n-no thanks, I’ll pass. I think I’m—“

A weight hit his lap, and Simon flinched halfway between a startle and being winded by the force, proving to him once again how old he truly was. Turning to glare at the source he found Cake sitting squarely in his lap. Simon looked down at the cat, completely confused and slightly annoyed. He was still a bit jittery from his nightmare- and her sudden self-invitation into his lap caught him heavily off guard.

“Humans don’t work that way- I mean, at least the humans in my time don’t...” He laughed a little, though it was exasperated one that held no humour, as he was once again reminded of the differences between the world he knew, and the one he was living in. “Our nerves are a lot different than yoURS—“

“Wahahahait!!” His attempted explanation fell on deaf ears as Cake had already taken matters into her own paws. When he instinctively jerked back, she swore he was an expert at exaggerating his reactions- being stroked was a clear sign of endearment to someone like her, and he’d ought to be glad she was showing him such appreciation.

“C’mon, I’m not hurting you!” Judging by the accusing glare he gave and the slightly different tinge of honey-coloured skin beneath his eyes. He was fine.

“Y-You’re not hurting me!” His face crumpled, eyes closed and smiling, as he tried to get a hold of himself. “You’re tickling me! Stoohahahaaop!”

“The humans from your world are so melodramatic!” Cake shook her head.

“stahahahap— hahahaa!! Yohohou ahahahahaasshohohohole!!” He squirmed, giggling in spite of his frustrated facade, his legs kicking softly beneath her hold as Cake's paws worked their magic- Being sprawled out on the wooden floor of someone’s barn, whilst fighting a losing battle with a magical cat wasn’t the best look for him, and definitely wasn’t a one he could pull off.

When the feline struck a particularly sensitive spot, he nearly screamed; it was half way between someone who’d been startled, and someone who just realized how truly sensitive they were- knees bucking upwards instinctively and just about hitting cake in the chin; had it not been for her new luck of the draw abilities. Despite his pleas, both Fionna and Cake both took note of the fact that he didn’t do much to stop his playful attacker.

Cake didn’t listen- mostly out of spite that he’d nearly kicked her, but mostly because his body language didn’t appear to show discomfort. Tutting, she then used her leg to hold down his hips. Being of feline heritage, Cake knew firsthand how awful it was to have one’s personal bubble violated, and if Simon was truly as uneasy as he’d claimed, she would have backed off; spiteful or not.

Instead, she snickered and danced her fingertips up and down the antiquarian’s sides.

"Oh nohohoaaaahahahaa!! Oh m-my gohohohoad!!” Simon hadn’t laughed openly in so long- too long. The sound coming out of his mouth was so foreign to his own ears and he couldn't recall the last time he’d laughed at all. Let alone like this; unrestrained, loud, and so completely genuine.

“Alright alright! I’m done.” She announced in triumph once she had deduced that he’d had enough.

When Cake had finally let up, Simon took the opportunity to enjoy the air- missing its presence and sucking it greedily into his lungs. Each breath he took felt sweeter than the last and after getting his fill of air, he finally sat up again.

“Are you okay?” Fionna inquired, putting a hand on his shoulder. He smiled back at her- and for once, in what felt like years, he could say that he was at peace; if just for a little while. “Do you feel… at least a bit better?”

“Yeah, yeah- I’m okay.” He offered her an answer and the girl smiled in return. He was still a bit giggly from the sudden attack but this time there was no forcing it, no faking the joy- and she was content with that answer in the moment. “I’m okay.”

It wouldn’t cure him, no. But at least it offered him some sort of temporary peace. Something that would last twenty four hours, if he was lucky- and realistically; a break, no matter how small, was something he needed.

“Get some sleep- some proper sleep!” Fionna hissed, grinning.

“Because you’re old!” Cake added.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, the smile never leaving his face as he waved them off, speaking volumes on what he thought of their cheap jokes. He’d clearly eased up a little. They were right- he was feeling exhausted.

With a relaxed sigh, he settled back against the barn wall, closing his eyes and releasing a long breath as his muscles eased. His head began to tilt as he fought the urge to doze off momentarily, but soon the battle was lost and his chin rested against his chest.

[veryblushyswitch]

They’re so adorable!! 🥺💖💖 And oh my gosh Marshall Lee’s voice is so flustering 🦋🦋💖💖

Suspense

Tickletober day 3: Suspense

Summary: Marshall thought it be funny to mess with his boyfriend with the thing he loves the most.

A/N: I don’t know what suspense means, and it’s kinda embarrassing, but I hope this is what this means.

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Marshall Lee told his beloved Gary, to watch his back for now on bc there is someone, or something, lurking behind him, and it’ll strike when he leasts expect it. The pink haired teen just recently tickled the shit out of his younger boyfriend, so he really was hoping Marshall tickled the shit out of him too as revenge.

And if he knew anything about his gutarist boyfriend, when he’s in a ler mood he would always wear this all knowing look on his face, the one he’s wearing now.

2 weeks has passed, and Marshall showed no signs of getting Gary back. The pinkette felt saddened by this, and he wanted to tell Marshall to tickle him without telling him because Gumball hadn’t ever mention anything about liking tickling, and he wants to keep it that way too.

The Prince walked past his boyfriend and acted like he was grabbing a cup, having his whole side exposed, but all the guitarist did was grabbed his cup of coffee and went to go sit back down on the couch. Gumball beilieves in second chances.

A couple days passed, and Gumball became more angsty by the second. He wanted, no… needed, his boyfriend to just tickle him back already. Why is Marshall Lee being so stubborn?! Gumball propped his bare feet on his lap, hopping he would just trace a line down his soles, but nothing came. All that happened was Marshall showing his boyfriend a funny meme on tiktok. Gumball just rolled his eyes and walked off. “What? You don’t think these memes are funny? Haha.” The guitarist went back to his previous sitting, laughing like an idiot to his phone. If only the vampire can make his prince laugh like that. Well, third times the charm, right?

Gumball slept in way later than his usual wake up times, so Marshall came in to try to wake him up, all apart of the pink haired’s plan. “Good morning, sunshine, it’s time to wake up~.” The vampire tried nudging him, but he didn’t wake up. “Come on, Gary, it’s 1:13, you usually wake up at 10:00, is something wrong?” Marshall shook him four more times and with every push, he pushed harder. Then he finally gave up. “Well, alright, I’ll let you sleep in, but I don’t want u sleeping in tomorrow, I want to do stuff with you.”

Before he walked out the room, he heard Gumball’s heavy sigh. “Oh my gosh, Marshall… babe…” He flipped over to meet the gaze of his boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, bub? You seemed out of it these past 3 weeks, I’m worried about you.” Marshall came over to kiss his boyfriend.

“Ugh… please… can you just… *sigh* tickle me… please?” Gumball gave the vampire these cute puppy dog eyes, the same eyes that he uses to get his way.

“Hahah, you want me to tickle you? That’s so cute~.” Marshall carressed Gary’s sleepy face with his finger.

The prince pulled a pillow over his beat red face, this is so embarrassing he actually wanted to die right where he’s laying. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m sorry, you’re just too cute. Hahaha, anyways, you could’ve just asked babe.”

“Well, I didn’t want to ask, that’s the problem. The last time I tickled you you said ‘watch your back’ so I just assumed you would’ve tickled me from the get go. Why did you wait so fucking long~~~” Gumball wanted to shut up, but his mouth just kept talking.

“I was gonna tickle you, but after I saw your face after saying that, I’d thought making you ask me to would suffice just fine for me. Now, lay there like a good boy, and let me do all the work.” Marshall climbed on his boyfriend, straddling his waist, and pinning his arms down. That afternoon was filled with bubbly laughs, and let’s just say, Gumball went to sleep with a huge smile on his face.

[fluffvoid]

Intro Post

hi, my name is Beeps, 19, and i use any pronouns (though i am just now starting to get comfortable using she/her pronouns again) <3 i currently just reblog things mostly but i’m hoping to eventually get back into writing my own tk fics for either fandoms or my own characters. my current hyperfix is adventure time/fionna and cake but i’m also into other things like FNAF, the owl house, welcome home, steven universe, avatar the last airbender, the moomins by tove jansson (both the books and the 90s and 2019 shows), and i’ll add other stuff later if i forget anything. my inbox is always open to anyone who wants to chat (whether tk related or not)

boundaries under the cut:

- even though i’m technically an adult now, tickling used in a sexual way still makes me wildly uncomfortable, so please don’t try to talk about tickling with me in a sexual way (whether irl or for headcanons). tickling is a completely sfw thing for me and i don’t view my interest in it as a kink in any way.

- please don’t come to my inbox just to vent.

- things like feet tickling, bondage, most tools (like hairbrushes, toothbrushes, oil, etc but things like feathers are fine), and really intense “tickle torture” also make me very uncomfortable

- please don’t tease me or ask me to tease you unless we’re friends (and i much prefer keeping that in dms)

(might update in the future if i think of any more!)

[amazingmsme]

A Little Dusty

AN: Again, I know it’s late but just be glad I’m still tryna pump these out. I’m literally sooo obsessed with Prismo, the flat boi needs to be WRECKED! Anyways, here’s day 14, enjoy!

The Scarab would never admit it out loud, but being stuck in the Time Room with Prismo wasn’t as asinine as he’d first thought. He’s still getting used to his new form, but he manages to get by. And his new roomie was chill, all things considerer. He let him pick out his own room, offered fresh pickles any time he wanted, and most importantly, he didn’t care if the Scarab was actually doing his job.

Despite the hot tub, TV wall, and the computer Prismo introduced him to, he found himself getting bored and restless as the days dragged on. Each day like the one before, more or less. He was starting to understand why Prismo went and made an unauthorized universe. He understood, but that didn’t mean he had to stop cursing the wishmaster’s name for putting him in this mess.

It was one of those days when he longed for the outside world- to hunt down violators across the vast multiverse. But noooo, there was a good chance that might never happen again. He was busy dusting, glaring at Prismo from across the room. He was oblivious to the stare, completely engrossed in his work. The Scarab would watch as he’s hum and giggle to himself before typing away on the keyboard. Some times he wore a more serious expression, typing something out before shaking his head and deleting it. And other times he just stared at the screen, hands unmoving and frown etched onto his face. The Scarab was a little curious what he’d been working on, but he didn’t plan on asking.

He slowly made his way around the room idly dusting at nothing. He’d dusted only last week, but he needed something to keep himself busy. Now he stood beside Prismo, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Could you move? I’m trying to clean.”

Prismo paused and glanced around the room with a shrug. “Looks pretty clean to me Scrabby. Why don’t you take a load off?” he asked, brushing him off and returning his attention to the laptop.

“Unlike some people, I don’t like to leave things unfinished.” Prismo seemed to miss the subtle dig tossed his way and the Scarab huffed in annoyance. “Look, I already cleaned over there, so why don’t you go sit on that wall?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder. Prismo’s gaze didn’t leave the screen. “Prismo!” he yelled with a stomp.

Prismo glanced up for a split second. “Yeah?”

“Move!”

Prismo groaned loudly, looking at the Scarab with annoyance. “Dude, I’m in the zone right now. I just wrote like 10 pages in five minutes!” he bragged, going back to typing. “If I move now, it’ll throw off the whole groove I’m in.”

The Scarab was done.

He threw his hands in the air with an annoyed huff. “FINE, be that way! I’ll just- I’ll dust around you since you won’t move,” he growled out, but Prismo continued to type away happily. It was infuriating, if not cute. Wait, he did not just think that about Prismo of all people…

He resumed dusting with a huff, sweeping the feather duster over his head, working his way down. He was lost in thought and didn’t pay much attention to where he was sweeping, and his general annoyance towards the wishmaster meant he didn’t necessarily care if he dusted him in the process. But he certainly noticed when his duster trailed too close to Prismo’s side, making him spasm and squeal, darting across to the opposite wall, laptop forgotten.

“Wohoah, hey, you could’ve just asked me to move, no need to start dusting me,” he rambled, hoping to mask his nerves. The Scarab just stared at him in wide-eyed shock.

“I did,” he said bluntly. Prismo chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, y-you did? Sorry, I don’t remember I tend to zone out when I’m busy.”

“So it would seem.” He looked down to the soft tool in his hand and back at Prismo, a sly smirk hiding behind his mask. He noticed that his feet were now resting in the spot he’d previously been, seeing as he jumped to the opposite wall. Now, he wasn’t stupid, he knew what just happened. But he could play dumb.

The Scarab resumed his dusting, humming to himself as he brushed over the tops his feet. Prismo shrieked, yanking his legs away and tucking them close to his chest. He stared at the Scarab with a wide, unblinking eye and gulped.

“You uh-“ he cut himself off and cleared his throat when his voice came out too high. “You scared me.”

“Really?” he squinted at him, walking closer and relishing in the way Prismo was slowly backing himself into a corner. “Because normally, only ticklish people are afraid of feathers.”

He couldn’t hope to contain his nervous laughter or the obviously flustered stuttering. “W-wha whaaaat? N-no way bro, that’s just silly,” he tried to brush him off, waving a hand in the air. “I mean, I’m flat! So, there’s really nothing to tickle, haha! …Right?”

The Scarab arched a brow. “You’re asking me?” Prismo stuttered again and yelped when the Scarab was suddenly standing next to him. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say.

“You can go back to cleaning now.” The low chuckle the Scarab let out really wasn’t comforting.

“Okay, if you insist.” Prismo was given no time to ponder before soft feathers brushed over his belly. Bubbly giggles start building up in his chest as he curls in on himself, doubled over where the two walls meet. When the Scarab started swirling the duster in tight circles across his tummy, a loud snort broke the dam, allowing his high pitched laughter to fill the Time Room.

“Scrahahabby whahat are you dohohoing?” he asked, hiding his growing blush behind a hand as he weakly swatted at him with the other.

“I’m doing what you said: cleaning,” he teased in a deadpanned voice, trying to act as though this wasn’t the most fun he’s had since his punishment began.

“Nohohot mehehe!” he squealed when he began targeting his ribs, causing him to dart to another wall for safety. The Scarab tutted and shoot his head.

“Poor Prismo��� it would seem as though you’ve nowhere left to turn,” he taunted, twirling the duster triumphantly. He laughed when he noticed him glance at the trap door for a split second. “You’re not really gonna run away from a few feathers now, are you?” he asked smugly. Prismo’s blush grew darker as he failed to speak, crossing his arms instead.

“Well that’s not very nice,” he grumbled.

“Good,” the Scarab said bluntly before sitting down on Prismo’s ankles, trapping them. He barely had enough time to protest before dozens of soft fibers swept over his feet. His giggles raised in both pitch and speed, a few more snorts managing to slip through.

The Scarab had always scared Prismo. He had such an intimidating aura, and everything about him screamed ruthless killer. After living together for a while, he thought maybe he wasn’t so cruel after all, but as he laid there laughing at his mercy, he thought that maybe he hadn’t been so far off with his initial judgment.

[amazingmsme]

You Can’t Do This, I’m Old!

AN: Thus marks the end of my head start on tickletober lmao. This was so much fun to write! I hope we see more Fionna & Cake fics come out of the community, this show is amazing! Just some Simon & Marcy fluff with bonus bubbline, here’s day 7! Don’t expect the new fics to be as long as these last few have been. Enjoy!

Bubblegum and Marceline had been quietly giggling to themselves at the kitchen table while Simon occupied himself with an old documentary. It featured the animals of the old world, his world, before the fallout and magic turned them into fantastical monsters. Out of all the things he missed from his time, he had neglected to appreciate the mundane creatures. He regretted not giving them the proper attention while he had the chance, so his eyes were glued to the screen, doing a fairly good job of tuning out the loud conversation happening a few feet away.

Bubblegum held some kind of bright pink gun in her hands, fiddling with a knob on the side to change the setting to makeover. She aimed the device at her girlfriend and pulled the trigger.

Marceline coughed and sputtered as she waved away a cloud of smoke, looking down at her clothes and burst into loud laughter. Her ripped jeans and band t-shirt-turned-crop-top were replaced by a purple tube top and a hot pink tutu, complete with pink fishnets and heels.

"Oho man, I look like some rich tranch!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "My turn!"

Bubblegum jokingly tried to keep it out of reach before letting her yoink it from her grasp. Marceline took aim and fired, another bout of laughter overtaking her.

PB had been sporting a casual look, with shorts and a soft sweater, but now stood in a polka dot leotard and a rainbow wig.

"What the jam! Mine's way worse!" she cried, taking the gun back. Simon finally glanced over to see what all the fuss was about and smiled fondly before returning his attention to the screen. She held the  gun upside down and pulled the trigger once more, reverting their outfits back to normal. She looked at the settings listed on the side and chuckled to herself, blocking it with her hand as she turned the knob.

"Hey I wanna see!" Marceline craned her neck to read over her shoulder, but her view was effectively blocked. When she was done, she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, this time conducting a scan. When seemingly nothing changed, but Bonnie was still giggling at the device, Marceline was more than skeptical.

"Okay, what did it do?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"C'mere, look!" Bubblegum waved her over to look at the small screen on the back of the device. Marceline shuffled over, resting her chin on Bonnie's shoulder to peer at the screen. It displayed a full view of Marceline in a T-pose, various parts of her body glowing different colors.

Marceline was about to ask just what the hell she was supposed to be looking at, when the words at the top of the screen caught her attention. They read: Tickle-O-Meter. She reeled back with a playful shout, shoving Bonnie's shoulder as she giggled.

"Whahat? I needed a leg up for our tickle fights! Now, I know aaaaall your seeeeecreeets!" she said in a mock spooky voice, wiggling her fingers threateningly.

"Wanna bet I still win?" Marcy challenged, leaning across the table with a smug smirk. Bubblegum blushed, too flustered to realize Marceline had stolen the gun and scanned her before she could stop her.

"Ooo interesting," Marceline drawled as she took in the information, keeping Bubblegum at bay with one hand and keeping their new toy out of reach with the other. She looked her up and down and smirked, snickering behind her hand.

"Your palms? Really dude?" she teased, snatching for her wrist. Bubblegum squealed and yanked her arm back protectively.

"Hey, it only got really bad after my candy powers came in!" she said defensively, a nervous smile playing at her lips.

"Aaaw, that's cute. Gimme," Marcy made another grab for her hand, this time being successful. Bubblegum was already giggling and weakly tugging on her arm. She couldn't stop the surprised snort that escaped as her girlfriend began scratching the center of her open hand. Bonnie's laugh was high pitched and joyous as she kicked her legs under the table, laying her head down on the smooth surface to hide her blushing face.

"Ohoho man, you're in trouble now. I don't think I'll ever let you live this down!" she taunted, going as far as to add an evil chuckle.

"Mahaharcy plehehease!" she begged through her laughter, smacking the table with her free hand, which Marceline promptly snatched up and switched targets.

"In a sec, can't ignore ol' lefty over there!" she laughed at her own joke, giving the same treatment to Bonnie's other hand.

The scene was sweet and domestic, and Simon loved nothing more than seeing Marceline be happy... but they could be rather loud. He didn't want to ruin their fun however, so he compensated by turning the volume up on the tv. The narrator's voice could just be heard over the sound of giddy shrieks and giggles as he settled back on the couch.

Marceline had let go of her hand, opting instead to kiss and nibble on Bubblegum's neck, leaving her thrashing around and cackling. She finally managed to shove her head away, sticking her tongue out as Marceline wore a smug grin.

"You're mean," Bonnie said, though the smile softened her words.

"Mmm, you like it when I'm mean," she shrugged. The princess just rolled her eyes, fondly shaking her head.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that," she quipped, eyes lighting up when she saw the pink gun still laying on the table. The quickly tapped Marcy to get her attention, pointing at the gun, then at Simon.

"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."

"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.

Neither girl could contain themselves.

Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.

"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.

"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented and Bonnie beamed with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.

Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath and cutting off abruptly. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.

If only luck would have it.

Marceline easily pulled him back down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place.

"How come I never knew this about you?" she asked casually, too casually in Simon's humble opinion.

"Oh uh, I-I don't know. It was the apocalypse, we had more important things to worry about," he deflected the question.

"Yeah, but you still made sure I had plenty of time for fun and games. And I think I did ask, and you were super dodgy about it. Kinda like now," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He scooted away and let out an annoyed huff.

"I know what you're talking about, and I was not being dodgy, I was totally going to answer but then an oozer came out of an alley and we got distracted!" he explained in a ramble.

"Excuse excuses," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Simon couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and he rolled his eyes with a huff.

"Besides, I'm too old for that nonsense anyway."Hoping to end the discussion, he reached for the remote, but it wasn't on the arm of the couch where he had left it a second ago. "Wha-?" he looked around for it and froze when he saw Bubblegum staring down at him, remote in hand. It was just the distraction Marceline had needed to pounce.

"Too old for THIS?" Within an instant, Simon's face was smushed into the cushions as Marceline tackled him. She heard a low groan from under her.

"Yes! And I think I broke my nose on your brick of a couch," he mumbled into the red leather, making Marcy laugh.

She rolled him onto his back and checked his nose, which looked perfectly fine. "Nah, I think you're good." She said, resting her hands on his sides. The touch made him flinch, expecting a her to strike. Well, he didn't plan on sticking around for it to turn to that.

He was trying to crawl out from under Marceline when she tweaked his side, causing him to squeal and effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"Where ya goin' Simon?" she asked, and he could hear her smirk.

"To the bathroom, where there's a door and a lock," he sassed, still attempting to drag himself to safety.

"Woooow, so you're really not gonna let me test this out?" she spoke with a lower, more dejected tone than before. Simon furrowed his brows and stopped his struggling.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" he asked, growing concerned as he watched her lower lip start to tremble.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She's just trying to guilt trip you Simon-"

"Shh!" she cut her off in a harsh whisper before getting back in character. "Pleeeeeaaaase Simon?" she asked, batting her lashes. He pointedly looked away from her.

"No."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" she begged louder, poking along his side. He barely held back a few snickers, batting at her hands as a blush spread across his face.

"Marcy!" he "scolded," hiding a growing smile behind his hand.

"Come on, you have to let me! You never laugh anymore," she justified her case, causing him to turn a few shades darker and stumble for an answer.

"Wha- no! That's not true, I laugh all the time!" he argued.

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you laughed then?" she challenged. He opened his mouth to answer, but promptly shut it as he thought about the question. He crossed his arms and looked away, a smart remark on his tongue.

"Well I don't keep track." Marceline scoffed and Bonnie chuckled, knowing he just sealed his fate.

It was the last coherent thing he said.

He had no hope of holding back the shriek he made when Marceline squeezed his hips, nor the giggles when she continued up his sides.

"Mahaharcy wahahait!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach and sides tightly. To his surprise, she stopped.

"Okay."

Simon stared at her in shock and apprehension. "Wha-?"

"You said to wait. So, what am I waiting for, exactly?" she asked, smugness creeping into her voice.

"You're really gonna do this to a poor, old man like me?" he asked, trying to pull a reverse on the guilt trip from earlier. He wasn't nearly as good as Marceline.

"Mm, technically you're not that old," she said, eyeing him with an evil smile. "So I think you're fair game." She loomed over him, hands poised and ready to strike. Simon jerked back with a squeak that sent both girls giggling. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed this much.

He grabbed a pillow from behind and buried his face in it, flopping back on the couch in a tight ball. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it already."

"Well, you heard him," Bonnie teased, and Simon scoffed from behind the fabric.

"Hold on," Marcy took advantage of Simon's ball form and picked him up, setting him on the floor. Simon leered over the top of the pillow at her, clearly disgruntled. "What? Just thought it'd be more comfortable."

"More like I'm easier prey," he snarked, a small prideful smile finding his lips when the retort made Marceline crack up.

"Ohoho man Simon, you know me too well!" she teased, scribbling her fingers over her sides and tummy. He tried to choke back his giggles, but they bubbled to the surface and broke through the dam.

She poked sporadically all over his belly, and he was a jittery mess of nerves and and laughter. At first he tried to keep up and block her roaming hands, but she proved to be too quick and he resigned himself to his fate, focusing his efforts on muffling his laughter and hiding his red face.

"Aw, don't hide! That smile is just as rare as your laugh!" An indignant cry sounded from behind the pillow.

"Thahat's not true!"

"Sure it is!" she chirped, pinching up his ribs. He snorted, deep chuckles pitching higher until they morphed into shrill snickers and shrieks. His legs kicked out uselessly, catching PB's attention.

"I think you could use a hand... or foot!" she joked, holding Simon's feet in the air as she caught them in a headlock. He shrieked and tugged on his trapped legs, curling up on his side and resembling a shrimp.

"NO! Princess, you dohohon't hahave to play alohohong!" he pleaded through helpless giggles. Marceline flashed a downright sinister grin, one that her girlfriend shared.

"Oho so it is a game to you!" Marcy teased, scribbling her sharp nails across his tummy, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton. Simon positively shrieked and arched his back, cackling at the top of his lungs when Bonnie joined in, scratching along his arches.

"N-nohohot what I mehehehahant!" he whined, but he had to admit, it felt kind of good to laugh like this. And it was nice that Marcy was the one making him laugh: that she wanted to. And it would seem as though their resident evil scientist was also rather interested at the task at hand, judging by the way she targeted different pressure points on his feet. He snorted each time she pressed and wiggled her thumbs on a new spot, feet curling at the touch.

"Well I remember a game you used to play with me all the time," she said, mischief seeping into her words. She gave him a quick breather, which he was more than grateful for. He laid his head back against the floor, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell heavily before evening out. When he opened his eyes again, he really wished he hadn't, and shut them with a squeak.

She had been wiggling her fingers mere inches from his body, and chose that moment to strike. She dove for his ribs, kneading between the bones and sending him into a fit of babbling cackles.

Simon felt more flustered than he's ever been and thought for sure they were going to kill him, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate this. Marcy had been right, he really didn't laugh like he used to, and his smile was much rarer nowadays... Maybe he really did need this, not that he'd admit it out loud. His stubborn nature won't allow it.

Thankfully, they didn't carry on too much longer, granting mercy when his laugh turned silent and wheezy. Bonnie let go of his legs and crawled over to sit by him, but Marcy remained in his lap.

He was red faced, tears of laughter sparkling in his eyes and glasses askew on his face, but he was smiling more than Marceline had ever seen.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had dimples!" she exclaimed. Simon touched his cheek, surprised.

"Heh, you're right. Y'know, I actually forgot I had them."

"Well that's what happens when you don't smile," she teased cheekily with a shrug. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and gave her a light shove. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. He let out a noise of surprise before returning the hug with a warm smile.

"Well I'm glad you had your fun," he said in a playfully condescending tone.

"Oh whatever! I know you had fun Simon."

Simon opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself short. He wasn't very fond of lying.

[amazingmsme]

Day 7: Flustered Sneak Peek

In which Marcy & Bonnie play with the tickle-o-meter setting on a new invention

"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."

"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.

Neither girl could contain themselves.

Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.

"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.

"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented, making her swell with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.

Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath before freezing up. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.

If only luck would have it.

[ticklishbeans4]

Take a Break

Listen I'm on this Fionna and Cake train and I have no plans of getting off just yet, so enjoy this!

Simon had been traveling with Fionna and Cake for some time now, they were no closer to their goal unfortunately. He could feel the frustration rolling off of his companions, and he didn’t wish to anger them further like he always seemed to do, so he just kept quiet for now. They walked through this… pillow world? The crown was bunk here too, just a pillow crown that was about as magical as he was right now. The only reason they were still here was because Cake insisted they rest. He wasn’t against the idea, not fully at least. This world was soft and quiet and calm, he liked that part. But not moving also meant The Scarab could catch up to them at any time. They’d been lucky so far, but that luck could run out at any moment. And with his… well luck, they were on borrowed time.

He laid on the green fuzzy pillowy… meadow? That’s probably what it was. He laid in the meadow and looked up at the starry sky above him. Did he really want to do this? Go back to being Him? It would bring magic back to Fionna and Cakes world, and he’d be freed from his depressing life. Maybe he’d even find a way to block the madness. But not the way the Winter King did. He would never do that. He wasn’t a wad.

“Hey.” Fionna snapped, pulling Simon from his thoughts. “You’re being quiet! It’s weird!”

He sighed and sat up, “I just wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet while I could.”

“Well stop it! It’s weird!” Cake huffed, glaring at him with a face remarkably similar to Fionnas.

“Whenever I talk you two seem to get mad at me, now I’m not talking and you’re still mad at me. I just can’t win.” he rubbed his face and stood. “Let’s go. We’ve been here long enough.”

“Noooo! I’m all comfy and cozy!” Cake whined, laying back on the pillow meadow and rolling around.

“You won’t be so comfy and cozy when The Scarab turns you into a cube!” he snapped, softening when the cat looked stunned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just… I don’t want us to get caught before we find a new crown.”

“Yeah but we can rest sometimes. My friend Marshal always says you gotta have a good work life balance!” Fionna grinned, getting comfy on the pillows.

He growled in frustration, grabbing his hair. “That’s- This isn’t a JOB! You were the one that was all urgent in Prismos cube! Now it’s like you don’t care at all!” 

“HEY!” she snapped, standing back up, getting in his face. “I care a TON! That’s my world in your stupid brain! All my friends and family! Everyone I love! I care more than you do! But we can’t run ourselves ragged over it! So sit down! Shut up! And RELAX!” She pushed him back harshly, which lost a bit of its effect since it was a very soft landing. But the message was clear.

Simon stayed on the ground, curling his knees to his chest. Relax? What a joke. He couldn’t relax for the life of him, he hadn’t been relaxed since… since he found that damn crown! Maybe a few moments with Marcy but… He would just have to wait till Fionna and Cake were done being stupid.

The silence was tense for the next while, Cake seemed to be the only one unaffected as she rolled around, kneading the ground and purring loudly. Simon just stayed curled up, not caring that it had gotten uncomfortable a long time ago. He couldn’t even think right now, he was just… upset! His head felt like it was filled with tv static and cotton, and it was somehow bullying him at the same time.

“Simon?” Fionna’s voice called to him, sounding softer than it had before.

“Yes?” he replied flatly.

There was a long pause, before he heard shuffling and the presence of someone behind him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have pushed you. Or yelled at you. And I’m sorry for telling you to shut up.” He sighed, still curled up and still feeling awful. “I forgive you. And I’m sorry I said you didn’t care. I know you do.”

“It’s ok. I get it, we’re all pretty stressed. I just wanted to be able to take a minute, ya know?” she sighed, “I… I want to fix my world. I do! More than anything! Or… at the very least I want to keep it safe. But I can’t just… run all the time. Everyone needs a break, ya know?”

He was silent for a moment, mulling over her words, and how to respond. Not easy when he could barely think straight. “I… I do understand. I know what it’s like to want to protect someone… But also keep yourself from falling.”

“Yeah! Something like that!” she chirped, sounding significantly happier. “So… Do you feel rested and relaxed?”

“Not really, no. But if you’re ready to go, then we should go.” he replied, sitting up, yelping as his shoulders were grabbed.

Fionna looked at him with blazing and determined eyes, “No way! You deserve to chill just as much as anyone! We’ve been going at 110 percent for days! You need like, a nap or something!”

He gently removed her hands from his shoulders. “I don’t really… Do, naps. Not since I was very little at least.”

“WHAAAAAAT!?” Cake cried, rushing over and jumping on his chest, sending him crashing back to the ground. “How can you not take naps!? Naps are the best thing in the world!” “I just don’t! I can never fall asleep when it’s light out!” he cried, trying to push her off, but she just dug her claws into his jacket.

“Nah man! You’re taking a nap here and now!” Cake demanded, curling up on his chest and purring, but in a distinctly angry way.

He sighed heavily, “Fionna, get your cat off me. I don’t need, nor want, to take a nap!”

She shrugged with a distinct mischievous twinkle in her eye, “Well you gotta relax somehow! How do you usually relax?”

“I don’t.” he huffed, though a few things did come to mind on how he used to relax… Singing, dancing, he remembered a few times he’d be stressed out and Betty, or even Marcy back in the day, would tickle him to make him relax. …That somehow worked the best he found, back then at least.

Fionna scoffed, “That’s stupid! Everyone has something to relax! I drink, dance, party, watch tv, or pet Cake!”

“And I’m a cat! So I do nothing but relax!” Cake grinned, hopping onto Fionna’s back.

“Well I don’t have those things. I used to sing but… It doesn't really help like it used to.” he sighed.

“Weeeeelllll, you could sing right now!” she beamed, both girls leaning in close to his face.

For some reason, that got a snort out of him, and a smile as he pushed them away. “Get out of my face, ya weirdos!”

Fionna gasped, “Oh my god! He CAN smile! I thought it was a myth! We are bearing witness to a historical moment! Simon Petrikov, grumpyguss extraordinaire! Smiling!”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not that bad!”

“Buddy, I can count on one hand with fingers left over the amount of times you’ve smiled.” Cake scoffed, bapping his nose with her paw.

He snorted again and brushed her paw aside, “That is so not true! I’ve smiled plenty of times!”

“No you have not!” Fionna argued, poking his face.

“Have so!” he countered, bapping her hand away.

“Have not!”

“Have so!”

“Have not!” “Yeah huh!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Yeah huh!” This poke was to his stomach, and much to his downfall, he yelped.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as they all stared at each other. Simon could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he slowly and subtly tried to scoot back. But Fionna and Cake… they looked down right predatory. Eyes gleaming, grinning wide as they came closer to him.

“Say Simon~” Cake purred, “You aren’t keeping anything from us, right?”

“N-no! I wouldn’t do that! Not after everything we’ve been through!” he laughed nervously, looking between the two as they approached.

“You suuuuure?” Fionna grinned, lifting a hand, her fingers wiggling evilly. “Cause I mean… it sure seems like there’s something we could do to help you relax… And you didn’t tell us.”

He gulped, anticipatory giggles already rising in his chest. “N-no, I-I have no id-dea what you mean!”

“Awww! Look at ‘im! Already blushing like a schoolgirl!” Cake teased, which only made his blush worse.

He went to make another comment, but Fionna poked his stomach again and he squeaked. That seemed to be all it took as the girls pounced on him, Cake pinning his arms over his head as Fionna’s hands clawed at his stomach. Now he tried, he really and truly tried not to laugh, to not let them know how sensitive he was. But sadly, he was very sensitive, and it had been a long time so his endurance was shit, so he broke pretty damn quick. “Nahahaahahahah! Nohohohoho! Fiohohohohonna! Cahahahake!” he squealed, kicking out and tugging at his arms.

Fionna just laughed, scratching evilly at his stomach, like some crazed gopher trying to make a home. “No way! This is too good! If I’d known you were this ticklish, I would have done this way sooner!”

“Nooooohohohoho!” he snorted, turning his red laughing face into his shoulder so he didn’t have to look at her smug face.

“Hey! Don’t hide that smile now! I’m working hard for that!” she teased, poking at his ribs, jumping a bit as he shrieked.

“No wait! Not there!” he begged, but with the evil glint in her eyes, he knew he’d signed his own death warrant.

“Oh? Not… here?” she asked, poking his ribs, “Or here? Or here, or here, or here?” She was poking up and down his ribs, lingering a bit at the spot right above the bottom ribs since it made him shriek like a mad man.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” he wheezed, snorting loudly under her evil fingers.

“What? Has poor Mr.Petrikov had enough?” she cooed, taking all her fingers and clawing at his ribs.

“YEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MERCYYYYYY!” he pleaded, tears of laughter forming in his eyes.

It seemed Fionna believed him as she stopped tickling, and Cake released his arms. He curled up, still giggling as the phantom tickles ran their course.

“Yup.” Fionna sighed, clearly pleased with herself. “Definitely using that more often in the future.”

“The near future.” Cake laughed, poking Simon's side, making him squeal and roll away from her.

“Stahahp! Stahhap! I yeheheild!” he giggled, waving his hands to prevent more attacks.

The girls just laughed, flopping onto the ground next to him. Simon rolled onto his back, grinning as he stared into the sky. This was… strange. He actually felt pretty good for once, lighter. Maybe he just needed a good laugh, or to play again. Have some fun. …Maybe he just needed some friends in his life again.

“Still grumpy?” Fionna asked with a smirk.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes before he closed them. “I’m not answering that question. In fact… I’m taking a nap.”

“Ooooooooh! So Mr.IDon’tTakeNaps is suddenly all about nap time?” Cake teased.

“Meh meh meh meh meh.” he mocked back, opening and closing his hand. “No, y’all tired me out. I’m an old man! I can’t take that kind of torture like I used to!”

“Like you used to!?” they both cried, looming over him with eager expression.

“Oh Glob damn it.” he sighed, but not without a smile. This was going to be a long journey. But right now? …It didn’t seem as bad as it did before.

[veryblushyswitch]

He needs to be wrecked in my opinion ✨ I love your art style so much it’s so adorable!! 💖💖💖

hi!! just wondering, since I saw you drew Fionna And Cake art before, if you're up to episode six could we perhaps get some lee!Winter King?? Ler of your choice. he's very silly lol. I love your art!

He is indeed silly (⁠ ⁠＾⁠ω⁠＾⁠)

[lopsicle]

Intro Post

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Hello!! Welcome to my blog! As you can probably tell, this is a tickle centric blog with occasional random posts! My writing schedule is very inconsistent, but my askbox is usually open, I’ll update this blog whenever I can! In terms of myself, I am bisexual, asexual, and genderfluid (leaning toward woman) who loves animated shows!!

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As for things like my DNI, I’m not fussy, as long as you don’t discriminate against people, aren’t rude and not a NSFW blog, anyone is welcome here!! My only rules for requests are not to spam and also nothing NSFW!!

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Fandom List:

Bold are ones that I wouldn’t really write for

•The Owl House

•Amphibia

•Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

•Lackadaisy

•Murder Drones

•The Amazing Digital Circus

•Brooklyn Nine Nine

•Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

•She-Ra and The Princess of Power

•Wednesday

•Stranger Things

•The Umbrella Academy

•Invincible

•Marvel

•Spiderverse

•Undertale and Underverse

•Five Nights at Freddy’s and Day Shift at Freddy’s

•Avatar the Last Airbender

•Legend of Korra

•Little Witch Academia

•Deltarune

•Arcane

•Gravity Falls

•Inside Job

•Scream

•Superstore

•Madoka Magica

•Death Note

•Blue Eye Samurai

•Adventure Time and Fionna & Cake

•Transformers Prime

•Sanders Sides

•Villainous

•Ramshackle

•Steven Universe

•Voltron, Defenders of the Universe

•Land of the Lustrous

•DanDaDan

•Wonder Egg Priority

•Jentry Chau Vs The Underworld

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In short, please just be nice on this blog, I just wanna have a good time! Also my master post for my fics will be here, but I’m a little busy at the moment to make it!

[amazingmsme]

can i ask what fandoms the rest of your tickletober fics are for? :o curious if you have any more tma ones!!!!

I don’t remember when this was sent, but I do have a list of my tickletober pairings & fandoms. Even tho I’m not done with all the fics, I do plan on posting them once I write them! School’s been keeping me busy & then holiday baking, but I’m trying to catch up! We had to put one of our dogs down towards the end of the month & I got behind & have been playing catch up ever since

1. Anticipation- Miguel & Peter B ft. Spider Gang (Across the Spider-Verse)

2. Accidental- Hobie & Miguel Across the Spider-Verse)

3. Cuddles- Barbie & Ken (Barbie)

4. Weak Spot- Tommy, Alfie & Arthur (Peaky Blinders) prompted

5. “I’m not ticklish”- Artagan (aka The Traveler) Fjord & Beauregard (Critical Role)

6. Chase- Jon & Michael (The Magnus Archives)

7. Flustered- Simon, Marceline & Bubblegum (Adventure Time/Fionna and Cake)

8. Truth- Tommy & Ada ft. Shelby family (Peaky Blinders) prompted

9. Lie- Iceman & Slider (Top Gun) prompted

10. Ghost- Spiderkids, Peter B & Miguel (Across the Spider-Verse) prompted

11. Squeal- Lucas & Max (Stranger Things) prompted

12. Bites/Nibbles- Alex & Henry (Red White & Royal Blue)

13. Sneak Attack- Arthur & Tommy (Peaky Blinders) prompted

14. Soft- Prismo & Scarab (Fionna & Cake/Adventure Time)

15. Tickle Fight- David & Alexis (Schitts Creek)

16. Unusual Spot- Simon & Fionna (Fionna & Cake/Adventure Time)

17. Interrogation- Narrator & Stanley (The Stanley Parable) prompted

18. Magic- Jon, Tim & Martin (The Magnus Archives)

19. Arms Up- Rooster & Hangman (Top Gun Maverick) prompted

20. Relentless- Nandor & Guillermo (What We Do In The Shadows)

21. New Discovery- Agent Cooper & Sheriff Truman (Twin Peaks) prompted

22. Ticklish Kiss- Steven, Marc & Layla (Moonknight) prompted

23. Incoherent- Mike, El & Nancy (Stranger Things) prompted

24. Pinned- Edgeworth, Phoenix & Larry (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney) prompted

25. Gang Tickles- Paul, Ted, Bill & Charlotte (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals) prompted

26. Counting- Arthur, Tommy, Ada, John & Michael (Peaky Blinders) prompted

27. Hysterical- Caleb, Mollymauk & Essek (Critical Role) prompted

28. Massage- Bones & Kirk (Star Trek) prompted

29. Wake Up!- Peter, Steph & Ted (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

30. Caught- Narrator & Stanley (The Stanley Parable) prompted

31. Aftercare- Grace & Max (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

[amazingmsme]

Hi! I’m the ler!Katara anon! It’s ok! Also, I saw the ler!max prompt and the raspberries part absolutely inspired me lmfao so would it be ok if maybe you could write something for “wake up” where she wants to get Aang up for waterbending training, and he won’t wake up, so she tickles him (with raspberries if ur ok including them in another fic) to wake him?

I hate to do this, but I’m gonna decline this one. It’s nothing against you, & the prompt is really cute, but it doesn’t really spark any inspiration with me, & that might be because I haven’t watched the show in a few years & I never felt completely solid about their characterization, or maybe it’s the lingering effects of writers block, idk. I’m really sorry & I hate when I do this, but I don’t want to force myself to write something that doesn’t fully spark my interest. I know that I won’t have fun writing it & I’ll probably end up hating the finished product, & it’s not the fic that you deserve.

I’m really sorry that I won’t be writing this, but as the spots continue to dwindle, I’m gonna be more picky about what I accept & will probably only write for stuff that I’m really into at the moment, like magnus archives, fionna & cake, my adventures with superman, good omens, Barbie, helluva boss, night film & I’m basically always open for wolf 359 prompts

[veryblushyswitch]

LITERALLY SO ADORABLE 💖💖💖

A Little Dusty

AN: Again, I know it’s late but just be glad I’m still tryna pump these out. I’m literally sooo obsessed with Prismo, the flat boi needs to be WRECKED! Anyways, here’s day 14, enjoy!

The Scarab would never admit it out loud, but being stuck in the Time Room with Prismo wasn’t as asinine as he’d first thought. He’s still getting used to his new form, but he manages to get by. And his new roomie was chill, all things considerer. He let him pick out his own room, offered fresh pickles any time he wanted, and most importantly, he didn’t care if the Scarab was actually doing his job.

Despite the hot tub, TV wall, and the computer Prismo introduced him to, he found himself getting bored and restless as the days dragged on. Each day like the one before, more or less. He was starting to understand why Prismo went and made an unauthorized universe. He understood, but that didn’t mean he had to stop cursing the wishmaster’s name for putting him in this mess.

It was one of those days when he longed for the outside world- to hunt down violators across the vast multiverse. But noooo, there was a good chance that might never happen again. He was busy dusting, glaring at Prismo from across the room. He was oblivious to the stare, completely engrossed in his work. The Scarab would watch as he’s hum and giggle to himself before typing away on the keyboard. Some times he wore a more serious expression, typing something out before shaking his head and deleting it. And other times he just stared at the screen, hands unmoving and frown etched onto his face. The Scarab was a little curious what he’d been working on, but he didn’t plan on asking.

He slowly made his way around the room idly dusting at nothing. He’d dusted only last week, but he needed something to keep himself busy. Now he stood beside Prismo, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Could you move? I’m trying to clean.”

Prismo paused and glanced around the room with a shrug. “Looks pretty clean to me Scrabby. Why don’t you take a load off?” he asked, brushing him off and returning his attention to the laptop.

“Unlike some people, I don’t like to leave things unfinished.” Prismo seemed to miss the subtle dig tossed his way and the Scarab huffed in annoyance. “Look, I already cleaned over there, so why don’t you go sit on that wall?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder. Prismo’s gaze didn’t leave the screen. “Prismo!” he yelled with a stomp.

Prismo glanced up for a split second. “Yeah?”

“Move!”

Prismo groaned loudly, looking at the Scarab with annoyance. “Dude, I’m in the zone right now. I just wrote like 10 pages in five minutes!” he bragged, going back to typing. “If I move now, it’ll throw off the whole groove I’m in.”

The Scarab was done.

He threw his hands in the air with an annoyed huff. “FINE, be that way! I’ll just- I’ll dust around you since you won’t move,” he growled out, but Prismo continued to type away happily. It was infuriating, if not cute. Wait, he did not just think that about Prismo of all people…

He resumed dusting with a huff, sweeping the feather duster over his head, working his way down. He was lost in thought and didn’t pay much attention to where he was sweeping, and his general annoyance towards the wishmaster meant he didn’t necessarily care if he dusted him in the process. But he certainly noticed when his duster trailed too close to Prismo’s side, making him spasm and squeal, darting across to the opposite wall, laptop forgotten.

“Wohoah, hey, you could’ve just asked me to move, no need to start dusting me,” he rambled, hoping to mask his nerves. The Scarab just stared at him in wide-eyed shock.

“I did,” he said bluntly. Prismo chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, y-you did? Sorry, I don’t remember I tend to zone out when I’m busy.”

“So it would seem.” He looked down to the soft tool in his hand and back at Prismo, a sly smirk hiding behind his mask. He noticed that his feet were now resting in the spot he’d previously been, seeing as he jumped to the opposite wall. Now, he wasn’t stupid, he knew what just happened. But he could play dumb.

The Scarab resumed his dusting, humming to himself as he brushed over the tops his feet. Prismo shrieked, yanking his legs away and tucking them close to his chest. He stared at the Scarab with a wide, unblinking eye and gulped.

“You uh-“ he cut himself off and cleared his throat when his voice came out too high. “You scared me.”

“Really?” he squinted at him, walking closer and relishing in the way Prismo was slowly backing himself into a corner. “Because normally, only ticklish people are afraid of feathers.”

He couldn’t hope to contain his nervous laughter or the obviously flustered stuttering. “W-wha whaaaat? N-no way bro, that’s just silly,” he tried to brush him off, waving a hand in the air. “I mean, I’m flat! So, there’s really nothing to tickle, haha! …Right?”

The Scarab arched a brow. “You’re asking me?” Prismo stuttered again and yelped when the Scarab was suddenly standing next to him. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say.

“You can go back to cleaning now.” The low chuckle the Scarab let out really wasn’t comforting.

“Okay, if you insist.” Prismo was given no time to ponder before soft feathers brushed over his belly. Bubbly giggles start building up in his chest as he curls in on himself, doubled over where the two walls meet. When the Scarab started swirling the duster in tight circles across his tummy, a loud snort broke the dam, allowing his high pitched laughter to fill the Time Room.

“Scrahahabby whahat are you dohohoing?” he asked, hiding his growing blush behind a hand as he weakly swatted at him with the other.

“I’m doing what you said: cleaning,” he teased in a deadpanned voice, trying to act as though this wasn’t the most fun he’s had since his punishment began.

“Nohohot mehehe!” he squealed when he began targeting his ribs, causing him to dart to another wall for safety. The Scarab tutted and shoot his head.

“Poor Prismo… it would seem as though you’ve nowhere left to turn,” he taunted, twirling the duster triumphantly. He laughed when he noticed him glance at the trap door for a split second. “You’re not really gonna run away from a few feathers now, are you?” he asked smugly. Prismo’s blush grew darker as he failed to speak, crossing his arms instead.

“Well that’s not very nice,” he grumbled.

“Good,” the Scarab said bluntly before sitting down on Prismo’s ankles, trapping them. He barely had enough time to protest before dozens of soft fibers swept over his feet. His giggles raised in both pitch and speed, a few more snorts managing to slip through.

The Scarab had always scared Prismo. He had such an intimidating aura, and everything about him screamed ruthless killer. After living together for a while, he thought maybe he wasn’t so cruel after all, but as he laid there laughing at his mercy, he thought that maybe he hadn’t been so far off with his initial judgment.