#Ticklish pAInter

[scp999ticklemonster]

Pressure Ler!Sebastian Lee!p.AI.nter

@scarletthedeadhand Everything for you my friend (*´ω｀*)

I hope someday I will download roblox and be able to play this game.

[konigsblog]

Omg I was painting just now and this disgustingly sexy thought came to my mind :;)jj. like imagine: Holding my pussy lips open with my hands for painter!price so he can paint an exact replica of it!! 🤌

using my wetness to mix the paint 😫 AHHXXFVFXGFRDFX

and when he is done he glues a cute little (but very expensive 😏) pink Pearl right where my clit’s supposed to be🤌🤌😫😫🥹ugffff!

you can totally ignore this if you want but I had to get it out there🤭🤭

-Jolly🌻

RAHHH, you're such a genius for this idea... :3 🎨🖌️

it was definitely price's idea; convincing you to strip down bare for him and spread your cunt whilst rubbing your clit to get yourself all soaked. he was surprised when you agreed, taking your pretty, lace panties off and spreading your soft thighs, allowing him to drag the soft brush against your folds, rubbing your clit to gather some of the slick to use for his paint.

you moaned quietly, the ticklish and pleasuring sensation causing you to bite your bottom lip to suppress your loud moans, your nipples hardening as he continued to drag the soft bristles down your wet and sticky slit.

when he was finished, he waited for it to dry before doing any finishing touches. in the meantime, he made sure his pretty girl got what she deserved by fucking you slowly and sloppily, praising you breathlessly whilst you came all down his veiny, meaty shaft, covering and coating his balls in your sweet juices. :((

painter!price would definitely jerk off to the photo every now and then, using the fond memory to help himself cum as he stroked his fat, thick dick slowly, fondling his balls with his other hand.

[creepypasta65]

Hihi! May I request Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter and Puppeteer with how they’d fare against/with their S/O in a tickle fight? It’s so cool if not!! Thank you in advance!! <3

Sorry for not responding right away and Thanks for the request :)

Toby, EJ, Bloody Painter, and Puppeteer having a tickle fight with their s/o:

Toby:

Toby isn't ticklish, so he would probably win the tickle fight.

He will tickle you and trap you using his body so you can't escape. Toby will stop once you tell him that he won.

Eyeless Jack:

Jack isn't ticklish, except around his ears and neck.

He will most like win the tickle fight between you and him.

Jack will use his body strength to keep your hands from tickling around his ears or neck and will tickle you until you surrender.

Bloody Painter:

Helen is very ticklish and hates to admit it.

The tickle fight would end up with Helen losing.

He laughs and begs you to stop tickling him and tries to tickle you back. But can't due to laughing, uncontrollably.

Puppeteer:

Puppeteer will cheat by using his strings to hold you in place so you can't escape.

He will tickle you until you say that he won.

Have a nice day/night :)

[666anxiety666]

hi i liked your sebastian headcanons, can you also write tk headcanons for p.AI.nter? :333

Sorry for the long ass wait! 😭

🖌painter headcanons🎨

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LEE

🎨 one might assume he isn't ticklish as he's, well... a computer. But you'd be wrong

🎨 his wires are very sensitive, surprisingly. One small touch and he's a mess.

🎨 didn't know he was ticklish until Sebastian had to do some work on him.

🎨 if you get him to laugh really hard, his laugh will glitch out.

🎨 will curse you out if you tease him. He gets flustered easily.

🎨 will try and hold back his laughter as best he can. But he always fails

LER

🎨 he's a little shit. That's all I'll say.

🎨 even though he can't tickle you himself. That won't stop him from finding other ways.

🎨 he's a little tease.

🎨 "its nothing personal~ it's just for science!~" or "wow. You're THAT sensitive?"

🎨 he will baby talk you. He has no shame.

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So sorry this took so long! And sorry its so short I had like no ideas 😭

[soobtkl]

“You want me to what?!”

Rafayel chuckled. “I want you to paint me. Well, paint on me to be more specific.”

You took a step back, watching as Rafayel grabbed a paintbrush and held it out in his hand.

“You aren’t scared, are you?” He teased, taking a step forward and grabbing your wrist. He placed the brush on your palm and closed your hand into a fist.

Rafayel kicked off a shoe and spoke: “If you don’t mind me, I’ll have to get prepared.” The man peeled off his sock and continued removing his clothes. Next was his right shoe and sock, then his shirt. Surprisingly, his pants stayed on.

Taking a seat on a stool in front of the high windows in his studio, Rafayel stretched. He lifted his hands in the air and groaned, feeling his spine make all sorts of cracking noises.

You were still in disbelief upon his request. What kind of man asks you to paint on him?! Rafayel had to have been a psycho.

“Oh, c’mon. I don’t bite.” The painter winked, waving his hand for you to come closer. It worked, as you’d taken a few steps forward before Rafayel stopped you.

“Almost forgot! Paints are right over here,” He pointed to his left. You looked down to see a table with almost every color of paint imaginable. “Hope you aren’t indecisive.”

You took a breath before finally embracing his request. “Alright…fine. I’ll do it.”

“Good! Here, I’ll make your job a little easier,” Rafayel held his arms to his side, forming a T form with his upper body. "Now you can get every inch of me."

Still, you had no idea what he meant by 'painting him'. Would you paint something on him? Or would you simply paint his body a single color?

Your mind was full of questions as you dipped your thin paintbrush into a tiny cup of pink paint. Where would you begin? Tired of all the thoughts in your head, you closed your eyes and let your hand go where it pleased.

"Wonderful starting point~" Rafayel snickered. You opened your eyes to see your brush was placed on one of his nipples.

Gasping, you quickly slid the brush down to his stomach, eliciting a strange noise from his lips. It sounded like a giggle, but it was too quiet to be sure.

You led your brush inside Rafayel's belly button, swirling it around gradually. Looking up, you could see Rafayel biting his lip.

He looked down at you before speaking.

"Don't mind me. Just keep going..."

It was clear that something was wrong. You could tell by the look on Rafayel's face. His cheeks were tinted a light pink and his lips occasionally quivered.

Nodding, you did as he said and continued. The bristles of the brush etched alongside his ribcage, bumping against each and every bone it could touch.

Rafayel's eyes widened and he grabbed your wrist, halting your painting. "Okay now. I think that's good for-ahaHOho!"

“What? I just started…”

You used your free hand to take the brush from him and continue painting along his ribs, causing him to shake and giggle on his stool. He had to balance himself to not fall.

“I said stop! H-hehey! StOHohOhop!” Rafayel chuckled, bringing his arms to his sides, and using his fingers to hold his bottom on the stool. If he let go, he would surely fall flat on his face!

You ignored his demands and dipped your paintbrush into a cup of red paint.

"Heheh-hey! Don't you have any manners?!" Rafayel shouted, watching you bring your paintbrush back to his body. He shuddered, feeling the tip of the brush glide underneath his chin. Fighting the urge to bring his neck down, he shut his eyes and prayed you'd stop with this ticklish punishment.

You wiggled the brush against Rafayel’s collarbones, causing him to scrunch up his feet and bite his lip. It tickled so bad, yet it felt so…good!

“Rafayel, you’d make a wonderful canvas if you’d stay still.”

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this isn’t really finished but i got bored and felt like posting something

[missamyrisa2]

being gang bully tickled to bitsss and realizing that one of them is slipping in with a painter's brush to teasingly paint ticklish on your bellyyyyy~

[bubbleecloud]

Special delivery!

WELCOME HOME TK FIC LETS GOOOOO

~Wally lends a helping hand to Eddie as he prepares his mail for delivery. But a small discovery makes Eddie a little sidetracked~

Lee!Wally Ler!Eddie

“Well, I really can’t thank ya enough for stoppin’ by to help me out, Wally! It sure  woulda been real messy if I’d had to sort through this mail all by m’self!”

Wally looked up from where he’d been placing a brightly colored stamp onto a large pink envelope. He smiled brightly at Eddie as he placed a the envelope in a pile with the others.

“It’s my pleasure! A neighbor is always happy to help another!” He said, his voice calm and airy as usual. It was true, too, Wally was more than happy to lend his friend a helping hand. In truth, he had only dropped in to ask if Eddie had any paper he could spare, but upon seeing how much work the poor mailman was practically smothered in, he opted to stick around. Eddie chuckled warmly at Wally’s response. He gave the shorter puppet a clap on the back as he opened a side closet to look for packaging tape. They worked side by side in silence for a stretch, content enough to just enjoy each others company.    Eddie huffed as he picked up another bulky package. As he set it on a scale to weigh it, an irritated huff sounded behind him that made him pause. He turned, and instantly had to choke back a chuckle. Standing up on his tip toes, Wally was trying to reach another stack of envelopes that were stored on a high shelf. He huffed and stomped his foot on the floor. Cute.

"Heh. Need some help there, bud'?" Eddie asked, walking over to stand next to the short painter. Wally looked up at him, his face adorably pouty. He nodded. "That would be very helpful..." He mumbled. Eddie shook his head and chuckled endearingly.

"Alrighty, c'mere, you!" The mailman said, and just out on instinct he reached put to grip Wally's sides in order to lift him up. But before he had even barely had a chance to get him off the ground, Wally made a strange sort of gasp and jolted away. He wrapped his hands around his midriff, his cheeks now cherry red. Eddie raised an eyebrow. "You could've- ah- you can just hand them to me..!" Wally said, trying to sound casual.

Eddie didn't say anything,instead reaching for the envelopes. But when Wally went to grab them, he jerked them out of reach.

"Hey-!"

"What was that noise ya' made, Walls?"

Wally blinked. He slowly looked up at Eddie. The smile on his face made his breath catch in his throat. He crossed his arms, trying his best to look unbothered. "It was nothing. You just caught me off guard. I startle very easily. Now- please give me the letters?" He asked, hoping Eddie would just drop it. But he just shook his head, taking a step towards Wally.

"No can do, Walls. See, I thinks your fibbin'! Cuz that sure didn't sound like nothin.." He said, crossing his arms. He reached out a finger and poked the smaller puppet in the side. "You ticklish or somethin?"

The way Wally squeaked and jumped away was enough of an answer for Eddie. The grin he wore turned into a full on smile. He reached out to start rapid firing pokes all over the poor painters torso. "You are! Well, that's just adorable, ain't it! Why ain't ya ever tell me?!"

Wally let a couple of wheezy giggles slip, pushing at Eddies hand in protest. "Noho! Ahaha-! Eddie! We have to get back to wohohork!" He squealed, squirming as best as he could to try to get away. But Eddie just slipped one of his arms around his waist to keep him in place,now turning his pokes into light pinches at the base of his ribcage. (Or where his ribcage would be, anyway) He laughed a little and shook his head.

"I says we still got plenty of time! B'sides, your laugh is just too cute! I gotta hear more!" He said, his voice so sweet and genuine it make wallys breath catch. He shook his head frantically, his giggles increasing and the tickles got more intense.

"No! Ahahahah! Haha! I'm much to sensitive for this-EHEHEDDIE! Plehehease!"

He said, his words rushed and frantic as he brought his hands up to fan his face, his mouth open wide in his fits of giggles. Eddie hummed and leaned down to nuzzle his nose against Wallys cheek, giggling at the flustered whine it pulled from him. "Aw, no ya ain't! I think your just being dramatic so I'll stop, aren'tcha?" He coo'd, letting his hands flutter downwards to squeeze Wallys hip bones.

Lets just say Wally let out a scream high enough to rival that of Sallys vocal range.

"EEE- AHAH-! EHAHAHHAH- No-No!! Wait, waIT PLEHEASE-! I'MNOTBEINGDRAMATICTHATREALLYTICKLES!"

He said, little hiccups and gasps breaking through his laughter now as he threw his head back. His Knees buckled, and Eddie had to hurry to keep his grip stable so he didn't drop the poor puppet. Eddie let out a surprised chuckled at Wallys desperate exclamation. "I can tell!"

Wally whined again, his body gone completely limp as he laughed his poor little head off. Eddie let his attack continue for a little longer before he did eventually let up, easing Wally up right again, keeping his arms around him while he recovered. "You ok, giggles?"

Wally chuckled a little and looked up at Eddie, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Yes, I'm fine. But, oh, that was mehean!" He said cupping one of his own cheeks and looking away. Eddie chuckled and let Wally go from his hug. "Aw, ya know you enjoyed it!" Then, he retrieved the letters and held them out to Wally. "Now, I believe you was lookin for these?" He said, wiggling them in front of Wally playfully. He snatched them out of his hand, although there was still a big smile on his face.

"Yes,thank you very much! And now that you've gotten all the sillyness out of you, I shall go back to getting them ready, if you wouldn't mind"

He said fixing Eddie with a light hearted glare as he walked back over to the counter. Eddie laughed brightly.

"You feel more than welcome! There's no one better for the job, I suppose!"

And there wasn't, of course.

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THE SILLY PUPPETS!!! GRRRRRRRR!!!!

I hope y'all enjoyed! This way so fun to write!

[fluffypandabun]

If you're still taking welcome home requests. Perhaps 2 and 16 with Lee Frank and Ler Wally? 👀

“Ive told you Wallace.” Frank droned “I don’t laugh, you know this” 

The grey puppet didnt even need to look up from his book to see the other puppet roll his eyes. The book he’d been trying to read before a certain blue haired painter decided to make it his mission of the day to annoy him.

“Oh come onnnnn Frankie” Wally groaned, scooting closer across the table to lean against Frank. “Not even a lil giggle?”

“No”

“A teeny tiny one?” 

“Hmm let me think-No.” 

“Okay okay but hear me out, knock knock.”

Frank held back a groan of his own, he would not give Wally the satisfaction of a reaction. 

“Im not doing this again Wallace.”

“Come on pleeeeease!”

A sigh. “Fine, whos there?”

“Hal.”

“Hal who?”

“Hal will you know if you dont open the door?” Wally exclaimed before bursting into giggles, Frank however, just rolled his eyes. Pulling his book closer to his face to hide the fact that his lips had twitched upwards at that, not necessarily because the joke was funny but because Wallys laughter was contagious 

“Seriously?” Wally chortled, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Not even a little laugh? Really?”

“Perhaps” Frank hummed, turning a page. “its time to accept the fact that perhaps, you simply are not funny enough to make me laugh”

It was a lie of course, the painter could be funny at times, but he chose to come and bother frank during his reading time so Frank would choose to be a bit stubborn. 

There was silence for a moment, so long that Frank, who was worried he’d actually upset the other puppet, lowered his book to look at him. 

He found the blue haired painter looking at him, lips curled up in his signature cat-like grin. Mischief swimming in his eyes. 

“Oh? Is that a challenge~?” 

“I-I” Frank sputtered, feeling his face heat up as he lowered his book to his chest protectively. 

“Whats wrong Frankie~?” Wally purred, leaning closer to the grumpy puppet, “Cat got your tongue?” 

Frank instinctively leaned away from him. “N-Now Wallace, don’t give me that look”

“What look?” Wally hummed, cocking his head to his side. “Im just smiling at you! And you know I smile at everyone!” 

“I-I know that look Wally!” Frank stuttered, his voice betraying his own nervousness. “So dont even think about doing it!” 

“It? Ohhh you mean this~?” 

The puppet raised his hands, wiggling his fingers teasingly. Frank squeaked, face turning an even darker shade of red. 

“Wally!” 

“What?” Wally giggled. “Scared that I’m gonna….. getcha!” 

Spotting an opening the yellow puppet lunged forward and latched onto the grumpy puppets sides, gently squeezing up and down in quick ticklish bursts. 

Frank let out an uncharacteristic squeal, his book flying from his hands and landing on the floor in a heap forgotten. Frank squirmed, hands grabbing desperately onto Wallys shoulders in an attempt to push him away. Bright snort-filled laughter bubbled up from his chest and out his mouth, which was now curled up into a wide grin.

“Would you look at that!” Wally giggled “Mr ‘I don’t laugh’ is laughing! Who would have thought!”

“Nahahaha! Wally!!” 

“Yes~?”

“C-Cut it ouhohoht!” 

“Now Frankie I cant do that!” Wally tsk’d, shaking his head.  “I have to convince you that I am funny! Now have you heard the one about the chicken crossing the road?” 

As he spoke, the painter moved his hands down to gently squeezing at the grey puppets plush belly, causing him to hunch over with a giggly snort. 

“Why Frankie! I haven’t even finished the joke yet and you’re already laughing? Why I must be the funniest puppet in the neighborhood!” 

“Wallyeeehehehehe!” Frank squealed, he would have squirmed right off the bench they sat on if it weren’t for Wallys gentle albeit tickly grip on him keeping him from tumbling to the ground. 

Wally chuckled softly. “Wow Frankie!You’ve had all this laughter just building up in ya all this time? Well I guess now I gotta make sure I get it alllll out~!” 

He raised his hand to the back of Franks neck, gently fluttering his fingers. Causing Frank to scrunch up his shoulders, snorting loudly. 

“Tktktktktk~!”

“Wally plehehehehehase!!” 

Seeing the puppet was getting quickly tuckered out, Wally stilled his wiggling fingers with a giggle.

“Okay Okay! I’ll stop.” 

Though he was no longer ticking him, Wally kept Frank in his grip. Allowing the tuckered out puppet to lean against him, still giggling. A wide smile still plastered on  his face. 

Wally reached up to gently pet the top of Franks head, his normally neat hair a disheveled mess.

“Aww, there there.”

After a moment of calming the butterflies in his belly, Frank let out a groan, sitting up and sending his yellow friend a glare. He straightened his shirt collar and leaned down to pick up his discarded book with a huff, flipping to the page he had been on before he’d been interrupted, pointedly ignoring Wallys self satisfied look. 

“You, Wallace” He grumbled, face burning. “Are a disturbance to the peace.” 

“And your still smiling~” Wally purred, leaning against Frank and resting his head on his shoulder. 

The grey puppet, who was in fact smiling, simply huffed. 

“Trick of the lighting.”

“Uh huh.” Wally hummed, making himself comfortable leaned against Franks side, who simply sighed and resigned himself to the fact that his clingy painter friend wasn’t going to be leaving him anytime soon. Not that Frank could find it in himself to even mind. He might even have appreciated the company, though he’d never admit that out loud. Not like his verbal admittance was really needed, given the way he himself also made himself comfortable leaning against his friend. Enjoying the content silence of the moment at last.

“…….So did you hear that one about the dog and the stick?”

“Wally!” 

[soap143]

hiiiiii I was wondering if you would want to write about lee! hyunjin? maybe something similar the chan story but hyunjin has to paint while tickled or there's a belt that's ticklish which he has to wear while dancing??

if you don't want to you don't have to write it :)))

thank youuuu

AAAAH I love this idea! I hope you won’t mind that I wrote this for the “Eye for an eye” series. I just think this concept really fits in here. Happy reading! (just a quick lil reminder that you should read Challenge before or after this fic)

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Eye for an eye

pt. 2

lee!hyunjin

ler!chan

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Ever since Chan had gotten revenge on the first kid, the rest had been avoiding him in fear of being mercilessly wrecked. Minho, being the amazing lee he was, ratted out the leader’s plan immediately, causing everyone to never let their guard down.

However, this evening he was completely alone with Hyunjin in the dorm. Changbin and Han convinced Chan to stay home while they finish up all the work. The oldest smirked, plotting his sweet revenge…

He thought that Hyunjin was scrolling on social media or wasting his precious free evening doing something useless, but was pleasantly surprised to see the exact opposite “Woah, you’re… painting? Should I-” the kangaroo’s sentence was cut short as Jinnie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance “Can you please leave? I’m really focused on finishing this painting. I’ll post it on instagram later for STAY to see.”

“God forbid me from disturbing you, my prince! Don’t you remember what you and the kids did to me last week? I thought Lee Know had told you.” Chan mocked, inching closer to his future victim.

“Haha, very funny. You can’t tickle me now. The paint. It’s gonna get everywhere. You’re gonna ruin my painting. I’ll die.” Hyunjin brainstormed ramdom ideas to get his hyung away from his ticklish self.

The aussie nonchalantly grabbed an empty canvas and a chair, walking towards the ferret. He placed the chair behind the painter and the canvas in front, replacing the unfinished painting with it.

“I think STAY would love to see how to paint a simple auto portrait… While being tickled.” the shorter stated, wrapping his fingers around Jinnie’s sides, not doing anything yet.

Hyunjin gulped, dipping his dirty paintbrush into a cup, filled with water. Then, he patted it dry onto a piece of paper. Lastly, he proceeded to grab quite a generous amount of paint onto his brush.

For STAY…

He started slowly with his face. It was just a simple little sketch, nothing too important anyway, so he didn’t really care about proportions. He was about to get tickled, so it would surely get ruined anyway.

As he was finishing up his chin and starting on the jaw, he felt a quick jab on his side, causing him to jerk the opposite way “Yah! Thankfully, the brush wasn’t on the canvas… I almost ruined it because of you!” Hyunjin whined.

The person responsable for the tall boy’s screams just snickered, poking him once again.The artists tried to protect his sensitive torso with one hand and paint with the other.

As Jinnie hurriedly drew the ears, Chan properly dug into the vulnerable spot, making Hyunjin flinch harshly “CHAN! Now you’ve ruined it! Do you see this big, dark line? That’s your fault!” the ferret dramatically gasped, repeatedly pointing at the horrible mistake.

“Excuse me? Chan? It’s hyung to you!” the shorter pointed out, shoving his wiggly fingers under the younger’s arms “YAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP! IHIHI MUHUHUHUHUHST FIHIHIHIHIHINISH THIHIHIHIHS HAHAHAHA!” the tallest member in Stray Kids yelped, twisting side to side.

To his disadvantage, the aussie wasn’t in the mood to show any mercy “Remeber how you tickled me without letting me sing those beutiful lyrics out? I was dying, yet none of you stopped for even a minute to let me push those words out. Have a taste of your own medicine, Jinnie. Eye for an eye…” Chan ranted, drilling in between the long haired boy’s ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHIHIHI REHEHEHEHEALY HAHAHAHAVE TOHOHOHOHO- NOHOHOHOHO!” the talented painter tried to squeak his sentence out, only to be cut off by his own crazy cackles “Get to drawing, I really wanna see that beutiful result of your talent~” the kangaroo teased, mocking the way Hyunjin and kids tormented him.

The ferret quickly grabbed the paintbrush, splashing some abstract stains of paint, trying to resemble his hair “Wow, are those your beutiful locks of hair?” the older teasingly questioned the colourful puddles.

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHAN’T- UGH! STOHOHOHOHOP, YOUHUHUH’RE ANOHOHOHOHOHYING!” the dancer tried to argue with the older, but was far too ticklish for that “Where are those beutiful eyes of yours? And your neck? I think you should draw yourself wearing a beutiful polo-shirt.” Chan suggested, squeezing his lee’s lower back.

Hyunjin went bonkers when the chosen spot was mercilessly attacked. In fact, he even got some paint on his face.

In a desperate act, he snatched his painting tool and smuthered his not-so-empty canvas in random strokes. Most of them were unsuccessful, landing nowhere near the face. He tried once more, this time making them look somewhat close to a nose, eye and a singular eyebrow.

“You’re doing great! Just finish up the other half of the face and you’ll be done!” Channie commented, grabbing the top of the dancer’s thighs and pushing his fingers rapidly in and out of the flesh. The worst part: one hand was being so painfully gentle and the other seemed to be melting into the ticklish skin with its aggressiveness.

“OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOK O-OHOHOK IHIHIHIHIHI’M DO-DOHOHOHOHONE!” the younger announced “Nu-uh. The head, it’s floating. You better add a neck before it falls to the ground!”

The painting in question was full of uneven lines, some of them not even properly connecting. Hyunjin’s supposed face was half empty. Not to mention that it was covered in zig-zaggy strokes, most of which went over the line that separated the visage from the backround. The backround in question was covered with those exact same abstract, uneven strokes, lines and stains of paint.

Both of the boys stopped to admire their work. It seemed so… Modern “Look at what we’ve created…” Chan dramatically sighed in admiration “Excuse me? Who’s we? This is all my job!” Hyunjin tried to protest, only to be lowered back down by a few pokes to the side.

“STAY is gonna love this!” the aussie exclaimed, suddenly taking out his phone and stopping the video recording “YOU FILMED THAT?!” the artist roared “You filmed me! And posted it. This is called revenge!” the leader snickered, running away to hide into the safety of his room, before the taller boy could catch up.

That very same evening, Hyunjin’s instagram account was updated with two posts. One with the original painting he was working on, and the other painting: which his oldest hyung helped him make…

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Hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like this series and concept? Me personally, I love these shorter fics. Can’t wait to write more. Have a good day/night!❤️🙂

[sudsyv2]

I have so many silly prompts and only one small brain that can’t remember all of them so I’m writing them down ><! (if you like any feel free to use them !)

I’ll probably be adding to this list daily 😽

MISC:

1. Ghost and soap who have reincarnated so many times but somehow still meet each other in their new lives.

2. Soap and ghost on a swing, just swinging and chatting

3. Duke ghost and butler soap or reverse! Either way one’s trying not get them in trouble and the other doesn’t give a fuck if something happens, they’d literally go to war with the entire country if anyone opposes to their relationship

4. Siren soap!!!!

5. Ghost and his inability to say no to Soap

6. Gamer ghost (sorry this is just so funny) and rich boy soap who’s got an embarrassing crush on him

7. Tattoo artist soap and biker ghost

8. Big werewolf ghost and his somehow more feral human boyfriend soap!

9. Soulmates, red strings the whole deal

10. Ghost getting called big guy by soap (and liking it)

11. STREAMER GHOAP AU THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

12. Finding out each others love language

13. Ghost is a rock collector he collects shiny rocks and when he finds one he really likes he shows soap

14. Painter soap

15. Soap doodling on ghosts arm

16. Soap learning to cook, just cause he’s bored

17. WRITE MORE OF THE PROMISE RING SHIT I GOTTA WRITE MORE OF IT

18. Ok so hear me out, a tiny creature (can be a baby monster thing or idk) imprints on both soap and ghost

19. Soap is good with kids

20. Photographer ghost but he doesn’t talk about it. Though one Christmas, soap got him an expensive camera and he was extremely happy about it

21. soap carry’s small bandaids with stickers on it all the time. You got a small cut? He’s got a hello kitty, Batman, any kind of bandaid you want he’s probably got

22. Tyrant ghost looking for a wife and then in comes knight soap looking to defeat tyrant ghost

23. Ghost has incredibly dumb theories and soap is the only one who listens to them

24. DINOSAURS!! THEY BOTH REALLY LIKE DINOSUARS AND THEY HAVE ARGUEMENTS ON THEIR FAVORITE DINOSAURS

25. Detective Ghost and an Arsonist on the run from the police Soap

26. Literal ghost! soap, like that bitch is haunting the base grounds, and lieutenant who goes by the name ghost

(Will add more)

FLUFF:

1. Soap looking at ghost with such a loving shine in his eyes, those damn puppy eyes staring at ghost like he had just given soap the world

2. Soap buying ghost flowers

3. Soap kissing all of ghosts scars

4. Them just laying together, cuddling, soap is rambling about something and ghost is listening intently sometimes even adding a “I see” in between to let soap know he’s listening

5. Soap would be the one to propose but wouldn’t be able to hide the fact he was going to propose, his excitement written all over his face

6. I know it’s probably not possible but imagine ghost being ticklish

7. Ghost, whenever they’re cuddling, likes to put his entire body weight on soap. And soap doesn’t even mind, playing with ghosts hair and rubbing his back.

8. Soap having to get on his tippy toes to kiss ghost and ghost leaning farther and farther back to see just how determined soap is to kiss him (very. Soap is very determined.)

9. Taking a shower together, nothing sexual happens it’s just them washing each other after a long day

10. SLOW DANCING, AND BOTH TAKE TURNS TAKING THE LEAD

11. Ghost kissing soaps hand

12. Ghost learning how to knit and knits soap a blanket that says “soap and ghost”

13. Bass guitarist ghost in a band who really wants to woo this super cute guy (soap ofc) that always shows up to their concerts, and gets his bandmates to help him write a song for said super cute guy (soap)

14. Soap can sing and sometimes ghost will just ask if soap can sing for him. When they’re both sleepy! And soap does, it’s usually always some type of silly lullaby. Works wonders for ghost though

15. Price telling ghost that his lover boy(soap) is here

16. Ghost gets a small scratch on his cheek and soap kisses it better, ghost not expecting the kiss is left frozen in place for a couple seconds while soap is just walking off cackling

17. The way they wake each other up. Ghost gently nudges soap awake but if he could stare at soaps sleeping face forever he would. Soap on the other hand, says ghosts name and kisses his face. Like a lot. But ghost is always up after the first kiss, he just likes to act asleep to get more kisses

18. Their first kiss. Not like their usual quick ones that leave them both wanting more, this one is soft and tender. Eerily gentle.

19. Soap seeing Ghosts genuine smile, it left him breathless as ghosts deep laugh ran through his entire body and made him shiver

20. Soaps and ghosts adopted cat son Phantom!!! Phantoms patterns on his face look like ghost so of course soap had to adopt him. Anyways cat dads ghoap

21. Aftercare (I’m the biggest slut for aftercare that shit is amazing)

(Will add more)

NSFW (there will be NO things like noncon or r/pe here unless it entails them finding a way to heal after it)

I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if these are bad 😭

1. Werewolf ghost goes into rut, human soap offers to help him through it

2. Power bottom soap who is extremely good at getting guys like ghost to be on their knees for him

3. Soap wearing lipstick and leaving big O lipstick stains on ghosts dick

4. Ghost in bed is extremely touchy, he needs to have soaps skin under his hands gloved or not.

5. Ghost pressing his hand on soaps stomach to feel the bump of his own cock in the other

6. Soap is under ghosts desk sucking him off

7. Soap cockwarming ghost while the other writes a report

8. Roleplay idk what they’re roleplaying just roleplay

9. Soap likes to moan loud to see how long it takes for ghost to push his head against a bed/wall just to shut him up

10. Soap loves it rough

11. Ghost lifting soap up to fuck him and soap is absolutely in shock and turned on

12. ghost is a big biter, soaps had to cover up way to many bites from him

13. Lmao monster fucker soap

14. Ghoap exploring their kinks!

15. My friend said virgin ghost and I was like ok sure, then he hit me with “experienced soap telling inexperienced ghost how he wants to be fucked” and I was like damn ok

16. Ghost is extremely weak to the way soap says his name, especially in bed. Hearing that breathless “Simon” mixed with soaps strained yeses and moans gets ghost hard (really fuckin hard lol)

(Will add more)

[chocos-universe]

lee!Van.

OOOooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOooooOoOooO you’ll never guess who I am

OoOOOoOoOoOooOoOooOooO

*[Mr. Peabody hypnotizing meme thing]*

Oohhh! It SURELY isn't my boyfriend, is it?

Ticklish Painter!

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--Van was overworking himself and grew a bit tired, and JFK felt like... being JFK--

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|Lee - Van -- Ler - JFK|

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Ships Included - Van x JFK

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Van was in his tower, painting. He's been painting for 2 days straight without any sense of sleep. And his friends were outside his tower, looking up at his window

"...Should we... go check on him?" Abe questioned. Gandhi was about to answer before he got punched in the face by Joan as he fell backward. "OW!!" "Van definitely doesn't wanna talk to you." Joan muttered, crossing her arms. "I can, er uh, go check?" JFK suggested "...Sure?" "Why does HE get to fucking do it?!" Joan scoffed in disbelief "I'm the sensible one!" "Yeah, but.. you didn't say it first?" "...That's bull." Joan huffed as JFK snickered. "Watch my, er, chærm haaan-dle dis." JFK fixed his hair before trotting into the tower.

JFK made his way down the hall and to Van's room, seeing about 900 paintings in there. "Ma gawd, Van..." He mumbled as the painter flinched out of surprise of the voice. "Eh?.. JFK?.. What're you doing here?" Van asked, looking over his shoulder. "Jeez, kid, yuo ovaworking yoself ægain?" JFK asked, walking over to the short one. "No! Wel--... possibly? But there's just so much to paint!!" Van explained, putting his hands out in front of him. "DUde... you, er, painted yuor œwn toWea (tower), ain't dat eenoUgHh?" JFK rested his arms on the back of Van's chair, leaning on it and looking down at Van. "No! It ain't!" Van huffed, crossing his arms. "...Vanni... do ya knaur the penaltyyy for ovaworking?" JFK grinned. "....no?" Van raised an eyebrow, his arms falling to his sides, looking up at JFK "Ah.. ya dœn't, eh?" JFK chuckled, moving his hands to hover above the elf's sides, wiggling them teasingly. "Wahait-- wait, noho--" Van squirmed slightly, putting his hands on JFK's wrist. "Ihi'm not even doing anything--" JFK chuckled at the painters reaction. "You gonna stop and hang out with the rest of us, or what?" JFK asked, stopping the wiggles for a moment. "...No." That was the only answer he needed. "If you say so!" JFK then started to wiggle his fingers on Van's sides

"Eek! Eeehehehehehe! J-Jaaahahahahay!!" Van giggled, kicking his feet slightly. "Huh, tick-l-ish one, eh?" The tall one teased, squeezing Van's sides gently, earning a squeal from him. "Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Dohohohon't! Ahahahahaha!" Van laughed, kicking his feet as he tried to pry JFK's hands away. "Ah ah, nooo esCaping~ ThIs is yuor, er, punISHmeent~" JFK pinned Van's arms above his head, spidering his fingers up and down Van's sides and armpits. "Plehehehehease nohohohohoho!!" Van squeaked, squirming around. "Naur, wot?" "Ihihihihi'm nahahat falling for thahahahat!! *snort*" "Ooh, it snorts, eh?" "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!" "Dats not nice.." JFK moved his hand down to Van's stomach, gently and lightly poking and squeezing it. "NAHAHAHA-- NOOHHOHOhohoho!! StohohohoHOHOHOHAAHAHAP!!" Van's giggles went up a notch as he tried to pull his arms back down. "Ain't geetin' out-ta dis one, buuuddy~" JFK poked in between the dudes ribs. "NAHA-- PleheheheEEHEHEHEASE!!" He snorted and squeaked, shaking his head from side to side. "Are yuo gon-na stap ovaworking yoself?" JFK asked, stopping for a moment. "Buhut I wanna do mohore--" "Wrong answa!!"

"NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIT-- NO! NONO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! *squeal*" Van INSTANTLY began to laugh and squirm more when JFK squeezed behind his knees. "Stap try-na escApe, it's no usse." JFK chuckled, circling around Van's belly button. "NAHAHA-- NOHOHOHOT MY BUHUHUHUHUTTON!!" "Ooh, nat your buttOn?~ Nyeah, nat yo widdle bwelly bwuttOn?~" JFK teased as Van's face grew redder. "WHY DOHOHOHO YOU TAHAHAHALK LIKE THAHAHAHAT?! *snort*" "I take grate offense to dat!" JFK huffed, blowing a small raspberry on the short ones neck. "BAHAHAHAHAHA-- I-I'M SOHOHOHORRH-- PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" "Are yous gunna stowp ovaworking yoself?" "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are yuos gon-na hang ouwt with us?" "YEHEHEHES-- JUST STOHOHOHOHOP!!" JFK then stopped, letting his hands go as Van curled in a ball.

JFK smiled faintly, walking next to him and kneeling down, placing a tiny kiss on Van's cheek. "Cee ya ouwt thare." JFK then got up and walked out of the room. Van huffed and blushed a little "Ehevil bastared..."

❤️End🧡

[thewildsophia]

WordGirl//Dr. Two Brains x Reader

A/N: Back on my bullshit again lmaoo. Idk why but my sister reminded me of how 6-year-old me was in love with Two Brains back in like 2010. Anyway, I'm very disappointed by the shattering lack of fanfics for this guy. So, like always, I made my own headcanons for him. I actually do have a full fanfic drafted out for him, but I'm not sure when it will be finished.

A/N pt 2: LMAO I FORGOT TO TAG THIS PERSON. So I got the idea from an ask on @cheese-induced-madness ‘s page about an affectionate reader and wanted to do my own version of it.

A/N pt 3: so apparently it wasn’t cheese induced madness who posted the prompt I was referencing??? I had to search for it again but it was actually by @dearest-painter. Sorry!

Words: 1489

"Read More Link" placed due to length

Dr. Two Brains x Affectionate!Reader

I imagine it’s in Reader's nature to be both physically and verbally kind, but with Dr. Two Brains their affection is multiplied by like 100 lmao.

And Dr. Two Brains LOVES it omg.

Two Brains is also affectionate in nature but doesn’t show it often until you and him become official. I mean, he loves his henchmen but he doesn’t always treat them the best :/

You and him are probably both touch-starved sorry I don’t make the rules. But that’s okay because you have each other.

You would often try to be in physical contact with him as much as possible: brushing shoulders, holding hands, bonking heads, anything really that allows you to touch him. It’s your own brand of affection and he doesn’t mind the unconventional choice of touch.

I feel like he’s also weird with the way he chooses to show physical affection. Like yes, he enjoys hugs and holding hands, but he also gives little love bites while kissing you or he straight up just walks up to you and bites your shoulder. He’s very careful with his teeth tho.

You often try to keep him calm while he’s working on things. Squeaky doesn’t let him rest much, so Two Brains gets antsy when he’s not being productive.

He may have been working on something for hours on end without taking any breaks, so you’ll walk up behind him, rest your chin on his shoulder, and lace your fingers with his, stopping his motions. He’d ask you what’s wrong before you’d hug him, wrapping his own arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. 

He’d giggle at the ticklish sensation of your lips on his skin and shake from being embraced so tightly. You’d whisper sweet nothings into his ear before letting go of him and allowing him to turn around and face you. 

If you told him to take a break, he’d do it in a heartbeat for you. 

You’d cook sometimes for him, and other times he’d cook for you. Most dishes have cheese in them, but occasionally he’s able to eat something small without cheese and squeaky not getting upset at it. 

I could see you two carrying each other around the secret hideout at random times. Like you could be doing your work or cooking and he’s on your back. Or Two Brains may be working on some invention and you’re on his back, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hugging his waist. 

You can’t tell me he doesn’t have the strength to do so. And since I’m tall and strong you’re also strong. Sorry, I make the rules now lmao. 

You also like to carry him with him facing you and peppering kisses across his face and neck, leaving him a flustered and stuttering mess in your arms. 

Sleeping with this man (not like that (¬_¬") ) is so random and never consistent. He sleeps at random times, sometimes late at night, other times in the middle of the afternoon. 

The only consistent thing is how he chooses to sleep with you.

He often begs you to go to sleep with him even if you just woke up. He says that you calm him enough to actually fall asleep and that you keep squeaky at bay. 

If you just woke up you’ll lay with him until he falls asleep and then go back to whatever you do. If you were just about to go to bed then there’s no problem!

I will say that this man is ALWAYS all over you. He often likes to lay on you lmao. Even if he didn’t start off laying on you - like if you two were originally just next to each other - you’ll wake up in the morning barely being able to breathe because this man is laying on you like you’re the fucking mattress. 

Two Brains will apologize with this small voice and it’s hard to stay man at him. 

He also likes to snuggle into you. Two Brains likes to lay his head under your chin and face in your neck where he’ll kiss you while his arms wrap around your waist with legs tangled. 

He likes it when you gently comb your fingers through his hair, being careful of the mouse brains, and whisper quiet words of affirmation to him. He falls asleep FAST. 

Little. Spoon. Fr.

This man just LOVES to be held and you hold him so gently okay??? 🥺

He feels secure in your arms. You hold him firmly yet carefully and he’s never felt so loved than in those quiet moments. 

Two Brains probably gets a little jealous when you also dote on his henchmen. He knows that it’s just your nature to be kind and physically affectionate, so he doesn’t actually get mad when he catches you squeezing their shoulders or hugging the two together. 

He’s just a little jealous that it isn’t him you’re holding (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He gets over it fast when you run up to his and rest your head on his shoulder. Or better yet you, literally, sweep him off his feet and deposit the both of you somewhere else.

When it comes to dealing with the mouse brain, your verbal affection shines. 

There are some days when Two Brains and his mouse brain disagree with each other, the mouse brain usually berating Two Brains. You’re there to comfort him and get the mouse brain back in line.

Because of that, the mouse brain doesn’t particularly like you. It thinks you're nothing more than an obstacle in the way of acquiring more cheese. When Squeaky took control he forced Two Brains to push you as far away as possible. It hurt, but you knew those weren’t the actions of Two Brains himself.

When Two Brains was allowed to be himself again this man was crying, BEGGING for your forgiveness and him affirming how much he loved you and didn’t want you to leave him.

You told him you were never mad at him and THREW himself at you. Bro had you pinned down on the ground just by laying on you and crying into your chest. He didn’t move for a few hours lmao.

Two Brains gets flustered a lot. He’s not used to much verbal affection considering he’s a villain and all. Even when he was just Steven no one really paid mind to him in that way.

So whenever you say something simple like, “You look handsome today, as you do every day.” or “You’re so pretty <3” he absolutely loses his mind. This man is blushing and stuttering like a little schoolboy omggg.

He also just really appreciates hearing you say kind things about him; Two Brains doesn’t have the best self-esteem. He’s more than confident in his intelligence, but not so much in the physical department.

He knows that he looks…odd. Not many people found him attractive when he was Steven, and even less now as Dr. Two Brains. So hearing you say he’s pretty and that you love him makes his day every time.

But he doesn’t just receive compliments from you; He makes sure to voice just how much he loves you the same way you do. 

He says casual things like, “You’re so sweet.” or “Oh, look how pretty my S/O is.” It’s so cute really, he can’t help but blush whenever he’s trying to compliment you. You just make him so nervous sometimes because you’re so beautiful/handsome (whatever you prefer) to him.

In more intimate movements like when you two are cuddling or just enjoying each other’s presence in the few fleeting free moments, Two Brains is much more confident in what he says. He’s not as much of a blushing mess as when you two are around his henchmen or Wordgirl. He’ll whisper how much he loves and adores you, pressing gentle kisses to your skin in between breathless praises.

However, if you say even the simplest of compliments to him in these moments, all of his previous confidence leaves his body and he’s back to the muttering, stumbling mess he usually is. 

Call him pretty, call him smart, call him kind he absolutely loves every word you say about him. Just be careful with how much you say in one sitting because one complements too many and he’ll start crying from how much he loves you.

Two Brains is a sucker for praise. His henchmen often praise him for his intelligence and ingenuity with his creations, but this man will do anything for you to praise him.

Two Brains will make inventions based on your late-night ramblings or he’ll cook and clean for you; This man would pull the stars out of the night skies as a gift for you if you only said the word.

Dr. Two Brains is completely and totally infatuated with you and he’s so lucky that he’s found someone who is equally infatuated with him.

[sofarfarout]

Hassel drawing and some headcanons

I saw someone headcanon him as German and another person go with Dutch and ngl pretty based

Hassel Van de Walle

-54, gay, cis man

-Dutch or rather from some yet unknown Netherlands inspired region, accent is especially noticeable with strong emotions, sometimes grandpa gets so overwhelmed he starts blubbering in Dutch

-tall with a thick, sturdy build, strong upper body softened by age, comfort and lots of love, long dancer's legs, hairy arms, legs and chest, looks a little top heavy

-comfortable in his skin, was a little embarrassed when he first noticed his sweater vest fitting a little more snugly but he's come to accept it, nothing wrong with being a little chubby

-Pokemon are named after famous painters, Bosch the Baxcalibur, Martin the Dragonite, Grünewald the Haxorus, Claudel the Noivern and Abel the Dragalge, except for Flapple who is named Schatje, the little treasure from his little treasure

-a little hard of hearing from all the loud music as a younger man, please remember to speak up for Mr. Hassel! (that means you Larry)

-open to all kinds of music but especially likes symphonic metal and neoclassical, a student introduced him to bardcore and he is a big fan

-family is pretty well off and he didn't exactly go wanting, he had a sturdy roof over his head, warm clothes on his back and good food in his belly but his emotional needs were consistently neglected, was expected to suck it up and behave like a little adult, his father refused to deal with him if he was crying

-gives god tier hugs, Ol' Hass is a big hot water bottle of a man and he's got no problem giving students a big bear hug should they want one

-pretty good singer, a warm, strong baritone that you really feel in your chest

-favorite color is apple green, reminds him of all the good things in life and comforts him

-likes dramatic films that really make you feel, has a special fondness for animated films, some favorites would include Grave of the Fireflies, The Illusionist and Fantasia

-favorite places to be touched are his shoulders, back and hands, hand kisses make the old man melt

-just likes physical contact in general, except for his cheeks, father would roughly grab a young Hassel's face when lecturing him and he'd rather not have that

-ticklish on his sides, his neck and around his belly button

-early bird, doesn't like sleeping in, thinks mornings are especially beautiful and would hate to sleep through it

-sleeps in comfy pants or just his underwear if it's hot, his favorite pajamas have sleeping Frigibax on them, boxer briefs king, sleeps on his belly or kinda half on his belly half on his side

-light sleeper, snores a little and talks in his sleep

-smells like a mix of clay, old books, Home Depot and charcoal

-favorite food is apple crumb pie, sweet, comforting and full of love, not the sort of thing he'd often have growing up

-likes snacking when he's working on something, will absentmindedly eat a whole thing of strawberries or a bag of chips while drawing, prone to stress eating too

-can't tolerate spicy food at all, prefers a mix of sweet and savory

-used to dread holidays but since cutting his family out, he's come to appreciate them, still not terribly fond of Christmas but the mushy lovey dovey old man likes Valentine's Day

-wanted a Dragonite tattoo as a young man but never went through with it, has grown out of it

-various faded scars all over his body, most notable ones are a bite/burn from a Hydreigon's Fire Fang on his right bicep, a sizeable cut on his right calf from falling out of a tree as a boy and a small one on his left forearm from Professor Gible getting too rowdy, part of him still gets a little bit nervous around Hydreigon

-prefers autumn weather, perfect for walks and hot cocoa and not too chilly

-those trashy white woman romance novels at the grocery store are a guilty pleasure of his

[ijustliketickling]

And the thing is i already have something like a plot for the art...

Like- idk, one of my characters(i've not decided who's that gonna be mb the Orca one) finds out that Painter is ticklish while repairing something. He's like 'T-that was nothing...' but my character knows what it was. Hide and seek game starts, but oh well, Eyefestation, the sharkie herself, decided to be a lil' menace and tell my character where Painter is hiding (i mean, in pressure there are some rooms with Eyefestation that is looking through the window) and when Painter hears that he's like 'Oh im doomed-'

But hc that he cant really hear and understand Eyefestation--(its hard to explain other than telepathy about Eyefest), and he's a bit thankful that he's not an alive creature and she cant tease him like she does to Sebastian when he has his lee moods.. that's basically the idea--

-Kelpie

I see! That's a cute scenariooo

[paleparearchive]

Sunflower of the Beginning

Van Gogh's promo 4★ story (1/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: atelier (morning) ; kitchen (morning) | Characters: Van Gogh, Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Michelangelo

Van Gogh: Hmmm, should I put a brighter color here? But then the overall balance would be... Ugh, it's difficult…

(All the painters belonging to the Palette Museum are well-known people. I'm the only anonymous one, being one or two steps behind everyone else... No, maybe a thousand steps behind.)

(Still... I want to become a great painter like everyone else. To get good at it, I have to paint a lot.)

Now that the deputy director will be here, I’ll practice painting more and more!

(First, I need to complete this sunflower painting–)

Ah, my stomach is growling. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten anything since this morning… I think I'll take a break.

—

Da Vinci: Oh, Van Gogh-san. It is nice to see you.

Van Gogh: Nice to see you, Da Vinci. Were you also on a break, by any chance?

Da Vinci: Yes, I was painting until a while ago, and I cut it off just in time.

Van Gogh: No way, me too! Do you want to take a break together?

Da Vinci: It is fine for me. I will prepare tea for you as well, Van Gogh-san.

Van Gogh: Thanks!

—

Van Gogh: Aaah, delicious… I'm glad we stocked up on breaad~

Da Vinci: I did not realize you had been painting since this morning without a break. You need to take breaks in moderation, okay?

Van Gogh: Hahaha, I just got carried away. I've been trying out different things. I wonder why it's so difficult to draw exactly as I imagined…

Hey, how can I become a painter as good as you and the others? I'd love some advice, if you want!

Da Vinci: I do not know what kind of advice I could give you... Besides, I am younger than you.

Van Gogh: “Don’t know” is not an option. Your paintings are so wonderful! Just looking at them makes my heart ache. I always want to be able to draw pictures like that too.

And it doesn't matter if you're older or younger. I have a lot of respect for you, Da Vinci. I'm open to any advice as long as it's to improve my painting. So please!

Da Vinci: Van Gogh-san… Fufu, your words are always so straightforward and ticklish.

Understood. Then, my advice is–

Michelangelo: … Urgh, you were here.

Da Vinci: Michelangelo… It is rare to see you come out of your room.

Michelangelo: I just came to get a drink because I ran out. I'll be right back in my room.

Da Vinci: Yes, a person like you is best suited to spend time alone in a room with the curtains closed.

Michelangelo: T-The hell? You didn't have to put it that way.

Van Gogh: (Oooh noo, what should I do! Suddenly, the mood turned nasty…)

Rembrandt: Ah, so everyone was here. I bought some snacks, do you want someee?~

Van Gogh: Rembrandt-san, you came just in time…!

Rembrandt: Just in time…? I don't really understand, but my recommended sweets are– Woah!?

Michelangelo: Wait, why are you comin’ here rushin’–

*THUMP!*

Rembrandt: Owow… Sorry, I tripped over my foot.

Van Gogh: Are you two okay!?

Rembrandt: Yes, I’m fineee~

Michelangelo: … Me too.

Da Vinci: I am glad to see that you are not injured. Rembrandt-san, please watch your step when you walk. Michelangelo... How slow can you be if you cannot dodge something like that?

Michelangelo: I-It’s harder to avoid somethin’ so sudden.

Da Vinci: It is always the case that Rembrandt-san will fall down, so it should be somewhat predictable.

Van Gogh: N-Now now, calm down, both of you. Rembrandt-san, say something too–

Rembrandt: Aah! The sweets are shattered! I must have crushed them when I fell… But it's not like we can't eat them... So it’s okay. Which one shall I eat fiiirst?~

Van Gogh: Uhm…

Da Vinci: Oh, maybe you have been too reclusive and your reflexes have dulled.

Michelangelo: Ugh… I-It doesn't matter if I have slow reflexes or not, it’s got nothing to do with creatin’ a work of art.

Van Gogh: (Maybe it’s getting a little out of control? I’ll take shelter in the atelier while I still can…)

[missamyrisa2]

I went to the hardware store and I totally wasnt looking longingly at all the paint rollers and fuzzy paint stuffs :p those make amazing tickle toys >//<

I sure hope you weren't thinking abouttttt how those rollers can be dipped in slippery oilssss and gently applied alll over your writhing helpless form by a maniacal crew of testers in the back room ~ oooh what sort of product test did you sign up for nowwww? They're going to smirk and smile knowingly as they get their tools all shiny and glistening againnnn no big dealll just another day at work for themmm but for youuuu~~~ it'll be an afternoon of helpless desperate struggles as your body is coated again and again with the relentless soft fuzzyyy rollers with the bigggg boys gliding along your sides and hips and ribssss with the little rollies getting under your toes and down your solesssss and special curved rollers working up and down your thighs in alternating stridesss ~ your body just a field of sensation, shinyyyy and coated and a mere canvas plaything for allll these painters who are taking extra time, and producing a product for the analysts to check~ oooh their little grins are even worse aren't they, all official and analyzing your every moment and sound as they tap away at their tablets and take photos and stimulate you with their dusting brushes to see the effects of the compound on your ticklish skin ~<33