#Squiggily writes the things

[myreygn]

I just saw the tag to send both so fluff to sooth over the gaping angst:

19 with Uzusane or Nagiri- whichever tickles your fancy 🥰

Thank you! 💖💖💖💖💖

i promise i had a plan going into this but it derailed so hard don't look at me and yes i know this reads like angst but it has a happy ending i SWEAR

below the cut cuz demon slayer spoilers

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19. Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

If anyone had told Sanemi five years ago that he would be laughing like this again, he probably wouldʼve spat in their face. Laugh, after that? After the mark and the mindfuck castle and the ashes?

And itʼs not like loss was new to him when the fight against Muzan went down. He already lost his whole world once, back when the other thing happened, one of those things he tries not to think about. And then after Masachika, after Kanae... loss isnʼt an unfamiliar sensation, point blank. But losing your whole world twice, thatʼs not something that should be possible. Thatʼs not meant to be endured by anyone, not even when you gain something in return.

Because back then, everything was gone. He had no one. Sure, there were Uzui and Tomioka, but those two didnʼt count because Tomioka was Tomioka and Uzui had taken himself out of Sanemiʼs life even before everything else disappeared, except he didnʼt. Except he reappeared.

In retrospect, Sanemi canʼt really recall what happened. One day he was alone and then there was Uzui and somehow Sanemi let him. Let him be there, let him send letters, let him make him smile. Back then, smiling had felt like the biggest accomplishment. Doesnʼt get better than that, thatʼs what Sanemi had settled on.

But then it got better, somehow, because he let Uzui touch him and hug him and kiss him, even though if anyone had told him that five years ago, he wouldʼve punched them in the face. Kiss anyone again, love anyone again, and Uzui of all people - how, after Masachika, after Kanae? But it happened, somehow, and it was good.

Good, but temporary. All good things were temporary, Sanemi had learned. His whole life he had been experiencing happiness on borrowed time and this would be no exception. Twenty-four, two more years to go and then it would all be over. Two more years of smiling but not laughing and then he wouldnʼt have to worry about that ever again and he found that he cared more than he wanted to admit.

Maybe right after the battle, maybe back then it wouldʼve been fine. Two more years to go until everything is over, sounds good to me. Can I end it earlier? Can I end it tomorrow? Five years ago, right after the ashes, that wouldʼve been okay, but now... now thatʼs not enough. Now thatʼs too short.

Uzui tries being positive about it and keeping his spirits up. He tells him to try and live in the moment as if that would make it better when it only makes Sanemi realize that he wants every moment to last forever. Knowing that none of them will is draining, to say the least. Itʼs not all good. Why canʼt anything ever be all good?

And the two years, theyʼre fast. Thatʼs the worst part. How in battle, in agony and suffering, even seconds drag on until they feel like lifetimes, but when you have to fit a whole lifetime into two years, they feel like they're over in the blink of an eye. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-five and 71 days, Tomioka lives.

To say that Uzui is ecstatic at this miracle, at this sudden chance at a lifetime, would be and understatement. And Sanemi gets it, but to say that he shares the ecstasy would be a lie. Twenty-five and 364 days. Uzui tells him to calm down, but Sanemi still doesnʼt quite believe that he will make it and why would he? Good things are temporary. He was always the exception, when everything disappeared except for him, and he will be the exception again. Tomioka will live, Kamado will live, Tsuyuri will live. Uzui will live.

Everyone will live except for him, thatʼs what Sanemi thinks and when thatʼs not what happens, he canʼt believe it. He can only stare at his hands and feel his heartbeat until he feels Uzuiʼs arms wrap around him and Uzuiʼs lips on his and then he feels something break out of him he had thought to be lost a long time ago.

Sanemi doesnʼt know how long he laughs into the kiss, just that at some point tears start running down his face and heʼs pulled against Uzuiʼs broad chest, hears a quiet “Told you, windchime” muttered into his ear.

Told you. If anyone had told Sanemi five years ago that he would be given a whole world in return for the ones he had lost, he wouldʼve ripped their face right off. But this is not five years ago, this is now, and this is not any face, this is the face that makes him laugh. The face he will have a lifetime to kiss.

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Thief

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A/N: Hello! It is I! Your Squealing Santa! Surprise! You really gave me some damn good prompts and pairings. I had such a hard time choosing! Anyways, this was my first time writing for JJK. I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to write! Happy holidays! @giggly-squiggily

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The christmas season had rolled around at Jujutsu High. The pleasing aroma of gingerbread, peppermint, and chocolate filled the air of the dorms’ kitchen. Anyone who entered the building would be smacked in the face by the sweet scent…the sound of bickering.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto stood in the kitchen bickering with each other. Geto, wearing an apron with some flour and chocolate smudged on him; Gojo wearing a shit eating grin as he held up one of the fresh gingerbread men that was just pulled out of the oven.

“Dammit, Satoru! Would you quit eating the cookies!? You’re going to eat them all before we can even decorate them!” Geto snarled at him, swatting him away with the spatula he wielded.

“I will do no such thing!” Gojo argued back, dodge by him with ease as he took another bite of the cookie. “I can’t eat all of them in one sitting.” He smirked as Geto’s jaw clenched.

“That’s literally the third one you just ate. If you eat one more, there will be consequences.” He growled out in annoyance. Gojo chuckled deviously at the threat.

“I would like to see you try, my dear Suguru.”

Geto’s eye twitched as Gojo took another bite of the sweet delicacy he stole.

“Get your thieving ass out of the kitchen, you menace.”

The challenging grin that spread across Gojo’s face made Geto want to punch him. Then he spoke the famous last words.

“Make me.”

It was Geto’s turn to smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, taking the apron off from around his neck as he approached the cocky pale haired man with cracking knuckles. Gojo’s grin fell as he recognized the mischievous twinkle in his boyfriend’s eyes. He gulped as he took a couple of steps back.

“Now, Suguru. Think about this.”

“Oh, I have thought about it,” Geto stated as he boxed Gojo in against the adjacent counter. “And I think this is a suiting punishment for your crime, cookie thief!”

Gojo squealed as Geto’s fingers descended upon his sides. Bubbly giggles came spilling past his lips as he squirmed in place.

“Suhuhuhuguruhuhuhu! Nohohoho fahahahahair!”

“It’s plenty fair! I told you to stop eating the damn cookies but you didn’t want to listen. Suffer the consequences!” He scolded as his fingers traveled across his stomach. Gojo giggled harder.

“Tihihihihickling is agahahahahainst the ruhuhules!”

“Pfft! According to whom, exactly? Not you, that’s for sure!” Geto’s fingers traveled up his ribs, his giggles turning into laughter.

“AH! NONONONOHOHOHO!”

Geto laughed with him.

“You sounded like Santa! That’s how you get into the holiday spirit. Not by stealing cookies. Now, are you ready to apologize?” Geto asked the near hysterical man in front of him. Gojo shook his head as wiggling fingers traveled higher on his rib cage. Geto clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Suit yourself.” With one hand, Geto attacked Gojo’s armpit. With the other, he grabbed his hip and squeezed in such a torturous fashion that Gojo actually screamed.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SUGURU NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Loud, boisterous laughter exploded from him as his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Geto followed him down with tickling fingers still attached to their targets.

“Give it up, Satoru. We both know you’re too ticklish to keep this up much longer.” Geto said with a fond chuckle. Listening to his boyfriend laugh was one of his favorite things in the world.

By this point, Gojo’s cheeks had turned a pretty decent shade of red. Not enough to be alarming, but enough to know he was reaching his limits. Tears of mirth glistened in the corners of his eyes as he weakly batted at Geto’s hands.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!! YOU WIHIHIHIN!!” Gojo screeched in hysterics.

“Are you going to stop stealing cookies and leave me alone to bake in peace?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! SUGURU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gojo begged as the first tear trickled down his cheek. That was his signal to stop.

Geto withdrew his hands and sat beside Gojo, rubbing his back gently as he caught his breath. Gojo peered up at him as he wiped his eyes.

“That was rude and uncalled for…” He panted softly. Geto gave him a flat stare.

“What’s rude and uncalled for is stealing my cookies. Now shoo. I have to finish up these cookies so they’re cooler enough to decorate this evening.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m going.” Gojo got to his feet, exchanging as gentle kiss with Geto as he walked out of the kitchen to leave his boyfriend in peace.

Lesson learned, Gojo. Don’t be a cookie thief.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Playful moments

A/N: HI @giggly-squiggily! IT IS I, YOUR SQUEALING SANTA THIS YEAR! I got so excited when I got you, 'cause last year you were my squealing santa and now I get to return the favor. Merry Christmas, Happy December! I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing for Blue Lock again ^^

Summary: Nagi is feeling rather silly and starts a tickle fight with his boyfriend, Chigiri

Word count: 603

Also on ao3

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The room was quiet, a bit too quiet for Chigiri’s liking. Usually, a quiet moment in Blue Lock was rare, which made this all the more worrying. Whenever he was with Nagi, he would at least hear the noises coming out of his phone, or those adorable snores whenever his boyfriend fell asleep.

The redhead stopped mid-braid, turning to see what Nagi could be up to, only to let out a startled scream when he came face to face with the white haired male. “Nagi?! What are you- Hehey! No, stohop that!” all of Chigiri’s hard work came undone when mischievous fingers started kneading at his side. His hair got all over his face as he frantically tried protecting himself.

An airy yet playful chuckle came out of the taller male, now using both hands to scribble and poke over the redhead’s ribs. “Make me~”.

Oh, so that’s how it was.

No one would expect this from someone so laidback, but Nagi was prone to getting these playful moods. Chigiri was already used to his boyfriend’s antics and knew what he wanted.

“Ahalright, buhut you ahahasked for ihit!” in the midst of Chigiri’s laughter, he reached out and started kneading at the taller one’s waist. Instantly rewarded with Nagi’s sweet laughter, a wide smile stretching across the usually emotionless features.

“You plahay dirty!” Nagi cried out, as if he hadn’t started this whole tickle fight himself. His arms flailed around, trying to both defend himself and keep attacking his lover

“You act ahas if you dihidn’t want thihihis!” Chigiri shot back cheekily, triggering Nagi’s playfulness further.

Suddenly, the world was upside down. It took a moment for Chigiri to register that he had been swung over his boyfriend’s shoulder, being carried off to the single bed.

“H-hey! Put me down!” You could practically hear the embarrassment in Chigiri’s tone, his face starting to match the color of his hair.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice” Nagi smirked, ungraciously dumping his boyfriend onto the soft mattress, earning a startled yelp from the shorter one.

By the time Chigiri refocused on his surroundings, his beanstalk of a partner had already made his way on top of him. Wasting no time pinching at his hip bones.

“ACK-! NahaHAGIiii!” Maybe it was a good thing that Chigiri’s hair kept getting on his face, serving as a shield from Nagi’s teasing gaze. Of course, that didn’t stop the shorter male from retaliating.

Chigiri managed to jab under Nagi’s arms, causing the latter to lose his balance and fall onto the side. Chigiri’s speed was a valuable skill in both the soccer field and in tickle fights, allowing him to quickly get on top of his boyfriend.

Deciding to take a more creative approach, the redhead leaned towards the white haired male’s neck and started to playfully nibble all over the sensitive skin. It looked like Nagi’s playfulness was rubbing off on him.

“CHI! NohOHO! OKAhaHaY! I giHIVe!” Nagi all but squealed, doubling down in laughter at the unbearably ticklish sensation along his neck. The waves of laughter that spilled out of him zapping any energy he had left, leaving him a giggly mess.

Chigiri decided to show mercy, lifting his head to gaze fondly at the disheveled boy underneath him. “Hah! I won this time~” the redhead couldn’t help but boast.

“I’ll get you back eventually. But for now, nap time” Before Chigiri could even protest, Nagi was already out like a light. His strong arms embraced Chigiri in a tight hug that left him no choice but to join his lover in dreamland. Here’s to more playful moments.

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[kanene-yaaay]

The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

[intheticklecloset]

Hellooo!! This is my first year with the lemonade event thing, so I’m excited!! :3 ANYWAYSSSS Can I have 🍉Watermelon and 🥵 It's hot outside (so let's stay inside) for Lee!John Steinbeck and Ler!Lovecraft from BSD?

Aha! I believe I remember you from my friend Squiggily's Candy Hearts Event. 👀

Alas, she's a lot better at writing obscure characters than I am, and I don't know enough about either of these characters to feel good writing for them, so I'll have to decline this one. Sorry - but you're more than welcome to try your hand with other characters!

[little-lee-froggie]

Little intro post to get to know me~

Just realized I never made an intro post, and I’ve been in Tumblr for almost two years I think, so I think it’s time I make one…

Hi! My name is Kai, however I go by Froggie online, my pronouns are he/they, and I’m trans and Aroace. I’m a minor, though I’m not comfortable with sharing my exact age (for my own safety)

I have a vent account. Sadly I got locked out of my old one a few months ago. I have a new vent account, but for my safety will only be given to blogs I know. Dm me if you want to know the URL

I’m in the tickle community! I’m like, 100,000,000% lee, I’ve literally never been in a ler mood in my entire life lol

I’m in a lot of fandoms, which you’ll see me rebloging stuff for a lot, and some of these fandoms are:

Kaos

Pjo/HoO

Demon slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Avatar the last air bender

Onori

Osemanverse (especially Radio Silence)

Epic the musical

+more!

Cool people you should go follow cuz I like their blogs and I’m always right:

@duckymcdoorknob @ransstrangeblog @sleepysheepytea @theybaltsxi @kasey-writes-stuff @kais3a @minsungii @giggly-squiggily

(I don’t know all of these people in a way of having talked to them, nor do soome of these people know I exist, but they all have cool blogs, and if you like mine, you might like theirs :))

I LOVE talking with people about my interests, and I’m always down to make friends, so feel free to message me! (If you’re not also a minor, I’m okay with being mutuals, but I’m not really comfortable with being friends with people who are a lot older then me)

I’m highly interested in graphology! If you want a free analysis, just message me your handwriting and I’ll get back to you with it as soon as I can! Please note that I’ve only been doing graphology for a little while, and won’t get everything correct or I might miss a few things.

I practice witchcraft, and post stuff about that every so often. If I get anything wrong in them, correct me please! I’m still a baby witch and want to learn as much as I can, as well as do my best to not spread miss-information about practicing witchcraft

I used to be a writing blog for fanfiction, and while I still enjoy writing, it’s not going to be my main focus anymore. I might still post a few silly little stories every now and then, but it’s not all I will be doing, and works will be a lot less frequent. Here’s my masterlist if you want to look at my old work :))

DNI if you are:

nsfw

terfs

racists

transphobes

homophobes

anti-semetic

abelist

misogynistic

fat-phobic

(I might be missing some things, but basically if you don’t respect/include/like people based on things they can’t change, are rude for no reason, or not minor-friendly, please don’t interact with my blog)

[ticklygiggles]

If we’re telling cringy tickle stories from our past, I got one!

When I was in Highschool I had a class in which it was kinda like study hall- we had work to do but if we finished early we could do whatever we wanted. This was around the time I started writing tickle fics, so during class I’d write little fanfics and such of all my favorite characters at the time.

I come to find out that the teacher was monitoring ALL the screens at all times. 💀

I have no idea if he ever read my stories for he never said anything, but the thought of my teacher casually reading along with what I wrote still makes me full body cringe all these years later 😅😅😅

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 RIP SQUIGGILY 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

I- I'm embarrassed and cringing so hard reading this omg, my ears got all hot hahahaha

How could you look at your teacher in the eye omg BUT this reminds me, when I was younger, I used to lend my laptop to my mom when I was out to school, she used to play games in Facebook and stuff and she's always been very respectful towards my stuff, so I didn't have problems with sharing with her

BUT one time I forgot to close this internet page where i was reading a fic I think???? And when I opened the laptop when I came back home, it was the first thing I saw and I knew my mom had used the computer that day dkdkdkff thankfully, she didn't say anything omg x.x

I feel you, I feel you

[duckymcdoorknob]

I posted 3,656 times in 2022

1,223 posts created (33%)

2,433 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@duckymcdoorknob

@helenawa-art

@giggly-squiggily

@carryingthebanner

@spiritingawaytoanime

I tagged 1,476 of my posts in 2022

#planet dumbfuck - 618 posts

#written in the stars - 420 posts

#ducky’s moonbeams 🤍 - 270 posts

#t content - 174 posts

#anon - 109 posts

#my actual genuine fav - 75 posts

#cutesy confections - 75 posts

#cosmic chaos - 71 posts

#life of ducky - 68 posts

#anime - 60 posts

Longest Tag: 116 characters

#when your sociology teacher assigns a project on monday and says it’s due friday but you miss the in class work days

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Um hello I’m kinda new here… I found your emergency requests on someone else’s blog and I really need one right now. My mom wont stop making comments on my body. It makes me feel really bad about myself all the time. Can you please write Takemichi, Chifuyu and Mikey comforting an s/o with body image issues? Thank you if you do write this!! If not, or if it’s too much, please just trash this!

Of course my dear.

Thank you for trusting me with this. I know ALL about this one.

(Brb manifesting Mikey’s)

Please don’t hesitate to come in my dms if you need any help at all.

CW UNDER THE CUT: mentions of bodyshaming.

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236 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Hello! I'm here for another order, if isn't too much!

I would like a dark chocolate in oval form, with ganache, oreo and raspberry creme fillings! With Gold Foil (Saiki himself). Have a great day! :)

HELLO MI AMORE, COMING RIGHT UP!

I WILL be having a great day now, I wish you one as well.

So you better have one (ง'̀-'́)ง

This one’s a specific scenario! Oopsie he’s a little OOC here, but oh well.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

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320 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#3

LAWDY I’m such a Kurapika simp helpppp

𝕆𝕜𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖...

The passing streetlights becoming nothing but blurry shines of ochre, as you were blinking in and out of reality. The low hum of the wheels against the road further lulling you to give into your exhaustion.

The only thing keeping you awake being Kurapika’s gentle humming with the radio. His peaceful voice accurately hitting every note, further leaving you wanting to hear it more and more. Him carefully maneuvering around obstacles and potholes to keep the little ones asleep.

Said little ones being absolutely knocked out in the backseat, with you sitting patiently in between them. Against your left thigh, laying Gon. His bright, determined and sparkly eyes, now being shut and unmoving. His mouth hanging slightly agape. As for your right shoulder, Killua taking refuge there. His fluffy hair resting against you, his normally stoic face relaxing peacefully. Gentle snores emitting from his mouth.

Your eyes continuously blinking as you stir in and out of reality. Finally drooping your head downward, gently bonking heads with Killua.

“Hey, (Y/N)…? You doing alright back there?” The blonde at the wheel asking, him stealing a glance through the rearview.

His eyes fixating upon your sleeping figure, and the little boys sleeping on either side of you.

“I guess they are.” Him replying to himself sweetly.

“Aww. How considerate.” Leorio cooing softly from his front seat.

“Hey! Leave me alone” the Kurta quietly yelping in response.

The brunette shaking his head and staring at the passing buildings and cars.

“Sweet dreams, everyone.” A whispered message being the last thing Leorio heard before his own head was lolling to the side.

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476 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

#2

I’m so silly

803 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This is gonna be the first time I request from you and I hope you don't mind :))

An emergency request pls. So, i have this tendency of talkinga a lot, principally when its about something I really enjoy, one thing that is normal to happen when I talk too much is people interrupting me out of nowhere and never letting me finish, any time someone does that I just feel like crying honestly, and of course that happened today and no one seemed to notice. Could I have a scenario with Saiki where his partner normally suffers with that?

It's okay if you don't want to, have a great day :))

Hi of course you can!! Thank you for requesting!

Sorry about the long wait lmao I have a couple (like 10) of these in my inbox

CW BELOW THE CUT: Reader is ignored :(

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1,655 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

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[squiggilydrawsthings]

Welcome To My Art Blog!

(Lols check it out I made a Sona! :D)

Welcome to my side blog! My name’s Squiggily! (Main @giggly-squiggily) I mostly write, but occasionally I like to make art and drawings, so I figured I’d make a blog to post them here :)

Some quick things:

☁️: I am an adult

☁️: I occasionally make tickle art- if that’s not your thing that’s totally valid. Anything relating to tickles and my main blog will be tagged “Tickle art” and “Tickle” for those looking to filter tags!

☁️: Tickling is not a fetish/kink for me! I just enjoy it in a soft platonic/romantic sense. Thank you for understanding! :)

☁️: I’m exclusively like tickles in a fictional sense, so no IRL people/drawings/etc will be in here or my main!

☁️: Because this is a side blog I don’t know how often I’ll be posting here, but if the mood strikes I will! 

Thanks for viewing!

[myreygn]

Hey Rey! Congrats on the 500 milestone!!! Here's to many more coming your way!

This event is so lovely! If it's alright- I'd like to order a bouquet of Heliotrope, Holly, and Calla Lily with green ribbons and a wooden butterfly please :3

Address: Demon Slayer

Recipient: Sanegiyuu

I'm excited to see where you go with this (If you want to of course- if not I'm still wishing you a lovely event!) Please take your time and happy writing! <3 Thank you so much!

ahh thank you so much squiggily!! i had a lot of fun with your order (which should be obvious from the way ~500 words have turned into ~700 whoopsie) and i hope you like it!

slight spoiler warning for demon slayer as it's set post canon

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No one has lived in the house for years and it shows. Sanemi isn’t sure whether he should be glad that most of it has been left untouched by strangers or sad to see it in such ruins. Though as his gaze wanders over the wall and falls onto the door hanging in the frame, remaining ripped to shreds even after all this time, an overwhelming sorrow overcomes him and he feels his throat clog up with tears. So the latter it is.

Walking across the rubble and dirt of twelve years feels like a fever dream. Coughing at the dust of twelve years as he brushes over the bed sheets and revealing the twelve year old blood stains in the process makes him feel nauseous. His throat is starting to hurt.

A hand carefully takes his and squeezes it softly. It’s cold, icy almost, but that’s just the way Giyuu’s hands always are and Sanemi all but clings to the one thing in here that’s familiar yet not painful to touch. The first sobs start to shake him.

“It’s okay.” Giyuu’s voice is so soft and his hands are so cold and he’s so there, he’s here with him and it’s not nearly enough to fill the void of all the people that should be here but aren’t. It’s somewhat of a start though. And besides, Sanemi is used to the void. It’s been following him for years. Although it’s never felt so heavy.

“Hey, just breathe, please.”

Right, breathing. He tries his best to follow the instruction and closes his eyes to focus. Big mistake. The images that flood his brain are anything but beneficial to him calming down; his mother, his siblings, the bed sheets are clean of blood, the door is intact and there are no graves in the backyard a ten year old boy dug with his bare hands.

An arm wraps around him and pulls him in, then Sanemi curls up against Giyuu’s chest and starts bawling. He’s been crying so much these past few days, weeks, months and yet it still feels like dams are breaking. It’s as liberating as it’s devastating and Sanemi can’t tell how long it takes for him to calm down. All he knows is that Giyuu’s hand steadily strokes his back all the way through and once his tears have stopped flowing, all Sanemi can do is mutter a weak Thank you. His boyfriend hums softly.

“It must’ve been lovely.”

“What?”

“Your home. Feels like a place people would’ve been happy to live at.” Giyuu takes his hand off Sanemi’s back for a second to point at something on the floor.

The former wind pillar sits up, squinting to make out what it is. A piece of flower embroidery. He remembers this very specific embroidery on one of the shelves, placed there long before his birth and somehow always shining white, even though he had never seen his mother wash it. And although it’s as gray as all the other formerly white things now, the flowers are still clearly visible. Before he can grab it, he feels Giyuu tug on his sleeve.

“Look, matching plants.”

Sanemi’s breath hitches. A sprout pokes through the splintered wood of the floor and now that he sees it, he has now idea how he could ever not see it. It seems so misplaced, so hopeless, yet somehow so right- he feels his mouth stretch into a soft smile and there’s Giyuu’s hand on his back again, grounding him.

“Urokodaki-sensei told me nothing could ever blossom in a place where no love is stored.”

“That’s cheesy.”

“It’s true.”

Sanemi doesn’t respond, instead just quietly watches the sprout and imagines the hardships it went through to get this far up. Maybe Giyuu is right. He kind of wishes he had gone back home earlier, though deep down he knows that he wouldn’t have been able to recognize the love that’s stored here. To be honest, it still doesn’t feel like a loving home, not the way Giyuu described it. But that’s okay. Maybe, someday, they’d build a new one together.

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[send in an order for the event]

[intheticklecloset]

do you know any tk fic writers with a similar style to yours? i rlly love your fics and how you write and it’s hard for me to find writers with a style i enjoy ❤️

Considering I don't even really know my own writing style half the time, I would immediately suggest @giggly-squiggily for your consideration! I feel like we mesh pretty well with our storytelling methods (and we fangirl together A LOT so we're often on the same wavelength with things), so definitely check her out if you haven't already! 💖