#achilleean

[dreamingticklee]

getting restrained to a massage table and blindfolded and being only verbally teased for the first five minutes so they can already turn you into a flustered hysterical mess before they even start tickling 🙈☠️

[august-anon]

In case you were wondering where I've been when I'm supposed to be running the @tickletober blog daily (and missed posting one of my own tktober fics by multiple days now lol), my darling @achilleean had come to visit me for a week!

So here is our obligatory tfb thumb pic, because we forgot to do it last time we saw each other irl lol

[thebest-medicine]

hi I can’t stop rereading your Arms Up fic it’s so goooddddd 😭 poor Molly but also I’m so jealous, you are an incredible writer as always ✨

Thank you so much ahhhhhhhhHhhHHHH!

I am working on a sequel to it still (the final fic to actually complete my tickletober prompts from last year lol) and I’m so excited for you to read it!!!

[tickle-bugs]

I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WIULD GET THIS SNDBDHSBDBDB

[ticklefits]

make it 50 and we can talk 😌

FIFTY ):<

[happyandticklish]

Fic Recommendations Because I Feel Like It~

Sometimes y'all write fics and it makes me incapable of existing due to the chaotically intense lee mood it has just bitch slapped me with that makes me have to put my fucking phone down and genuinely pace the room because certain lines keep running through my head and I can't help but think about them being used on me, and there is simply no good way of expressing that in a compelling manner.

So I've made a list of fics that have made me have to face away from my roommate while reading them so she doesn't see me blushing like a goddamn looney tune, in order to express what my tags couldn't, as well as give a generous thank you for being in this community and writing these masterpieces and an even more generous fuck you for doing that to me <3

Haunted Safehouse by @rosileeduckie

Itinerary by @rosileeduckie

Heartography by @rosileeduckie

Liar by @poesparakeet

Tickletober Day Seven Drabble by @wordstrings

You Got My Devotion by @nhasablogg

Self-Tickle Session by @nhasablogg

This Steddie Drabble by @nhasablogg

Anticipation by @nhasablogg

This Random DRRR Ficlet by @ caffeinekitty who I can’t tag for some reason, so maybe they’ve deactivated, but this fic lived in my head rent free for years

Slain by @wigglywormy

Remind Me Of The Babe by @stray-tickles

Closet Cases by @spritewrites

Tenderness and Ties by @tickles-tea

The Truth Will Set You Free by @sapphicquill

I’m So Down by @tickle-bugs

Visions of Visions by @ssnicker-doodless 

A Gentleman’s Torture by @august-anon 

Bamboozled by @august-anon

Mind Melt by @august-anon

Pray For Mercy by @august-anon

This Teal Oranges Drabble by @august-anon

Intention by @achilleean

Piece(s) of Cake by @achilleean

One To Talk by @achilleean

This Teal Oranges Drabble by @achilleean

Waking Up With A Smile by @achilleean

Fun by @achilleean

New Discoveries by @achilleean

Chase by @achilleean

Apples & Oranges 1 & 2 & 3 by @achilleean

Lightness for a Stormy Morning by @achilleean

Ticket, Ticket, Ticket! by @achilleean

Invisible Ink by @achilleean

Freaky Friday’d by @achilleean

The Pynch drabble by @ticklygiggles

Not Quite Marco Polo by @silviesilviesilvie

Blackbeard’s Best by @silviesilviesilvie

Unsaid by @anasticklefics

So if you’re in a mood and you want to make things infinitely worse for yourself, read these and suffer~

[hypahticklish]

From a recent visit with @dreamingticklee where her only job was to hold the phone n giggle while being tickled n teased

Tagging @achilleean and @adeletho for absolutely no reason at all 😌👑

[a-lee-en]

Idk if I've ever actually made this post but: I'm kind of creating a self indulgent project revolving around a tickling theme park. Here are some ideas I've had for attractions/areas:

A tickling fun house where park guests are tickled as they go through. There can be different fun houses with different themes, including a haunted house.

Piggybacking off the previous idea, an escape room where penalties for solving a puzzle incorrectly is tickles, or if it's multiple people one person is tickled why another solves puzzles. Additionally, guests can be tickled in order to receive hints if they get stuck.

Not exactly my cup of tea, but I'm sure people would enjoy public stockades like the ones you see at Renaissance fairs. Maybe even a medieval-style dungeon for those who want more privacy.

A tickle spa for relaxation.

Potentially different kinds of cafes where people can dine, but some cafes are styled like maid cafes where you can pay to tickle someone or additionally a host club style cafe where you can be tickled

Shoutout to @achilleean for this idea: tickle kidnapping service.

If you have any other ideas feel free to add on to this post or send them in!

[lucitrix]

Not Alone this Christmas

Dimension 20 - The Unsleeping City

Platonic Pete/Sophia/Ricky

Happiest of holidays to @achilleean! This was my first @squealing-santa and I'm quite happy with how this turned out!! I hope you like it! <3

This takes place in the first season, just before the Christmas episode!

When Pete was awakened to the unsleeping city, he didn't expect to receive a party of new friends. Let alone, become so close to them.

However, with this friendship, he did not expect to be tickled this often. Though Pete would never complain.

With Ricky, it was playful. Two brothers wrestling around, pushing, prodding and pinching at each other.

With Sophia, it was mean, but in a big sister way. She would pin Pete to the floor, making good use of her manicured nails.

With the others, Kingston, Misty, and occasionally even Kugrash, it was quick. A speedy pinch or squeeze to the side or hip. Whenever his mind wandered during an important conversation, or his words wouldn't stop speeding out of his mouth, both of which were common experiences.

Christmas was coming, and for the first time in years, Pete had somewhat of a family to spend it with. As a gift, both himself and Ricky agreed to make the trip down to Staten Island, finally visiting the home of Sophie Bikes.

After a very sweet homemade meal, courtesy of the host, the three unlikely friends sat across a TV playing whatever shitty hallmark movie was on. The surprisingly large couch piled with pillows and blankets, they each found their own little spot. Though, eventually they found themselves together. Pete's head in Sophie's lap, his legs tucked under Ricky.

Pete took a moment to breathe it all in. He already had an invite to Kingston's Christmas dinner, but this was something special too. He wasn't alone. He was surrounded by people who cared for him, His eyes began to water as he thought over everyone.

"Woah Pete, you good?"

His eyes snapped back into focus, and towards the voice, meeting Ricky's worried gaze.

"Oh! Hey, yeah. I'm fine. I just..." Pete trailed off after looking up to his other friend, seeing Sophia's caring eyes also fixed on him.

There was a beat. Pete was not a man of fancy words.

"This is just... Really nice"

Another beat of silence. Pete mind had only a second to worry before his thought were interrupted by a quick squeeze right above his knee, followed by Sophia cooing at him.

"H-hey!"

Pete tried to flinch away, but quickly became aware that he was pinned under a man mad of pure muscle.

Sophie smiled down at the young man.

"Oh Pete, you're such a sweetie."

His face flushed a light pink at her words.

"I was worried something was wrong! Turns out you're just all mushy." Sophie's words slowly turned to a light teasing tone.

Yet another beat of nothing, until Sophie met Ricky's gaze. Then the giggling started.

"Wait! Wait guys! Nononono-AH!"

Loud laughter quickly flowed out of Pete, as fingers began to flutter and prod. Sophie ran her agonisingly ticklish nails over his neck, while Ricky resumed squeezing up his legs.

While they had both tickled him before, this was much more intense. Though, he didn't mind.

When Ricky continued his squeezes up to his sides, Pete had no idea what to do with his hands. He was stuck between prying Sophie's fingers from his neck, or trying to push Ricky off of him. Flustered, giggling, and his body weakening by the second, he only managed to cover his reddened face, which gave Sophie the opportunity to dig into his now unguarded armpits.

Pete near exploded with cackles, as Sophie's fingers drilled into him. His laughter occasionally broken by squeaks as Ricky picked new places to poke and pinch, a perfect tactic to keep him guessing.

Through most of the onslaught, Petes eyes were squeezed shut. When he did manage to look at his tormentors, he saw a kind fondness covered their faces, alongside their own laughter.

After a deep wheeze from Pete, the other two relented. Ricky rose and quickly returned with a glass of water, as Sophie gently pet Pete's head.

"You guys suck." Pete giggled out, sitting up and accepting the water. Sophie let out a dramatic gasp, but it was laced with a smile.

"Hey. We only do it because you like it." Ricky said, sitting back down.

Petes eyes snapped wide as he choked slightly on the water at Ricky's words, making Sophie squak out a laugh.

He looked between the two, and the flush that had since calmed down became to creep up his face yet again.

"I... Uh-" Pete struggled to form any words, his head still a fuzzy mess.

Sophie simply shrugged.

"I mean, you barely ever fight back. Do you really think I don't notice how often you initiate it?"

Ricky nodded in agreement. Almost every tickle fight, or every time Pete was pinned to the floor, was because he acted first. While Pete knew this, he had no idea they had caught on. In embarrassment, he buried his face in his hands, though not for long, as the two sat on either side both poked at his ribs, causing him to snap back up.

"If it makes you feel better, I don't think either of us would tickle you so often if we didn't enjoy it either" Ricky added.

Though it did make Pete feel a bit less embarrassed, it took a good while before his face returned to it normal hue. Especially considering the other two kept poking him throughout the night.

End

[lavenderlovers-stuff]

I would like to get to know you better!

Thanks for the tag @tryan-a-bex ! I'm on the new chain because the last one was getting really long. Feel free to reblog with your answers!

1. 3 ships: Dreamling, Ineffable lackeys, and Percabeth

2. First ship: Percabeth

3. Last song: Summer Nights from Grease

4. Last movie: I'm not sure, my last show was Percy Jackson though

5. Currently reading: Trials Of Apollo: The Hidden Oracle

6. Currently watching: nothing

7. Currently eating: a peanut butter candy

8. Currently craving: bread

Tag nine people: (or so, no pressure!) @bamsara @michael-something @august-anon @achilleean @fictionplumis @robinstn

[nhasablogg]

achilleean said: you can’t just say that and not give us any more hints!!! >:0

It contains a very jumpy blushy Henry >:)

[dreamingticklee]

"oh did you think i was gonna stop?" ashdkdfhfjk the way this phrase is both so teasy and reassuring and i can't stop thinking about it 🙈

❤️ @achilleean

[august-anon]

i’m so glad you’re on a dc kick because so am i

oh dude the dc kick is SO intense, batman and the batfam esp has me in an absolute chokehold lol

I'm devouring fanfic like I need to to breathe, have almost worked my way through the entirety of Batman The Animated Series from the 90s (and am debating which cartoon to dive into next), started reading Batman: Wayne Family Adventures webtoon, and intend to start on comics soon once i can make sense of some of these comic reading guides (i am a Linear and Continuity girlie, comics are REALLY not built for my breed, but by god i will read them even if it kills me dkjfhdfh)

i am so glad to share this dc kick i am in with others lol, i have put SO much dc stuff into my queue and it still takes up over half my untagged/unscheduled drafts, and i am STILL sitting here frothing at the mouth like "i need more batman and/or batfam content immediately" djkfhdkjfh

[thebest-medicine]

AAAAA thank you sm for your sweet tags on my fic!!! your blog/fics were a huge part of my knismo discovery arc so it’s an honor to have written something you enjoyed in return 🥺 💛

that is so awesome to hear, you are an amazingly talented writer and and and -I AM ESPECIALLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR CRITICAL ROLE FICS ((and the whole amazing critickle role community / writers LIKE god damn … y’all literally got me into critical role and dnd))

Everything’s come full circle baby!!!!

[tickle-bugs]

@achilleean (sorry I can’t reply from a sideblog ;~;) the kingsman movies!! Idk why I latched onto them so hard but they give me such serotonin

I have an 8 hr flight tomorrow let’s all manifest that no one sits next to me so I can sprawl out and write fic in peace 🙏😔

[happyandticklish]

Morning Indulgences

Notes: Merry late Christmas @achilleean! I was your secret santa for Squealing Santa this year, and have come to present you with some sweet teal oranges love to cap off the end of 2023. I do apologize that it's cutting it so close, life got more in the way than I had planned ;-; still, I hope you enjoy this even half as much as I enjoy the sheer talent of your writing when it comes to these two!

Summary: Jim isn't usually good at asking for what they want. When they do, Oluwande is always happy to oblige.

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Jim/Oluwande

Prompt: "Soft, cozy stuff and/or sleepytime (morning/falling asleep) tks."

Word Count: 1.2k

Oluwande was not usually one who could be described as a morning person (not that this preference mattered much when it came to his profession). If afforded the chance, he would much rather laze around in his cot till some late hour of the day.

The morning came with benefits, however. Oluwande carded a hand through soft hair, smiling down at the warm body curled around him. As Jim was usually the first awake, it was rare that he was afforded the chance to see them like this. It was well worth the lost few hours of rest, however. They looked so peaceful asleep—vulnerable.

It made Oluwande nervous. He was well aware that Jim was capable of taking care of themself, and sometimes it was all too easy to fall for their impenetrable façade. He forgot sometimes that they were just as human as he was. It was all at once a comforting and nerve-wracking realization every time.

His hand had strayed in its wandering to the nape of Jim’s neck. He brushed their hair aside to reveal the exposed skin underneath. Goosebumps prickled out from where his fingertips touched.

“Mm.”

“Didn’t realize you were awake.”

Jim shook their head ever so slightly to indicate that they were not in fact awake and it was a bold move on his part to presume as much. Nails skipped along the crook of their neck and they flinched almost imperceptibly. “Tickles.”

“Oh! Sorry. I’ll move somewhere else if you'd like.”

“You don't have to. Feels nice.”

Olu paused, his fingers still half-curled around their neck. It was an unusually honest admission from Jim. It was no secret to the two that Jim enjoyed being tickled. That was a fact that had been established months before, at first through speculation and eventually by Jim’s own reluctant admission one night after many minutes of patient, silent waiting. Still, it wasn’t something that Jim was particularly open with. They tended to prefer provoking their fate, or allowing Oluwande to take the lead and conveniently not squirming away as hard as they potentially could have. Asking for it was not typically their go-to move.

He waited a few moments, expecting them to take it back or move away or perform some other form of plausible deniability. They didn’t even seem to have fully grasped what they just gave him permission for, however. Instead, they curled in closer, subtly tilting their head to reveal even more of their neck. He even detected a soft grunt that was perhaps a whine or sigh of disappointment at his lack of movement.

Oluwande's heart swooped at the sound. Later, he would tease them about this as he knew they often longed for him to do even if it was not as easy a thing for them to admit. For now, however, he didn’t dare waste this moment.

Carefully, he continued his earlier wandering, only this time there was a greater purpose behind the gentle swirls and scrapes of his nails as he danced a waltz over their neck. Another grunt, and a slight shift in his arms, but no protest. Feeling encouraged, he grew bolder in his explorations. His hand wisped softly down their spine, occasionally spidering over that sensitive area under their shoulder blade or circling the small of their back.

He was careful to watch them whenever he strayed too close to their sides, noticing each flinch or tightened grip around his waist. When his nails 'accidentally' scraped against their ribs, he couldn’t help but smile at the soft huff of laughter that followed. Nor could he resist repeating the action a few times over on the other side just to watch them attempt to tense and squirm subtly away.

Though Jim's face was hidden in his lap, Olu could see the tips of their ears flushing. He longed to call them cute or to comment on how much this seemed to be getting to them. He knew it would surely result in a slew of curses and a fit of inspired squirming that would make it impossible not to tickle them even worse.

Jim was tired though, and unusually vulnerable in way that he didn’t want to spook accidentally. So he kept his mouth shut however much he yearned to do otherwise, and instead ghosted over their ribs until muffled grunts became giggles that vibrated against Olu’s legs (tickling him a little, not that he would have let that become known to them). In the retelling of the story, Jim would later insist that they did not giggle as they always did and Olu would set about proving them wrong as he always did.

He wasn’t quite sure how long they both spent like that. Time got lost in moments like these and his world became calloused fingers brushing faded scars, laughter dissolving into curses dissolving into sighs, trembling shoulders and desperate hands. He kept his touch gentle and their laughter never rose above a giggle—he had a feeling this was what they needed right now.

To their credit, Jim didn’t try to squirm away as their body so clearly desired. There were moments, such as when Olu gently pinched that spot right above their hip, when it seemed like they might, but for every instinctual retreat, they always ended up scooching back into his awaiting hands. For all their usual thrashing, Oluwande sometimes found himself wondering at their self-control. The same scribbles against his sides would have him jerking away with a shriek as opposed to Jim’s mild twitching and smiles. He could never quite decide if he was jealous or impressed.

That being said, it did have a limit. A sudden flurry of nails against the backs of their legs had Jim lurching into action as they let out a sound that was a mix between a squawk and a wail and kicked themselves over onto their side. It was an irresistibly cute reaction, but Oluwande obligingly pulled his hands back, trying to fight back an amused grin.

Sometimes, it was impossible not to tease. He was only human, after all.

“Something wrong?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Jim replied more firmly, but Olu could hear the smile that they were fighting in their voice. “Just repositioning.”

“Away from me?”

“To a better position.”

“And this has nothing to do with you being t—”

“Shut up and get over here before I show you just how easy it is to take advantage of your own sensitivities."

Oluwande shook his head at the obstinance that he knew they needed to upkeep, but obligingly rolled over to wrap his arms around their chest. Jim didn’t react obviously, but he could feel their muscles relaxing in his arms. Olu knew how much tension they carried in themself, and knowing that he had the ability to take some of that away, if only for a brief moment, continued to amaze him even after all this time.

And a couple minutes later, Olu indulged in the benefits of being able to induce this state of unusual relaxation. When a few quick kisses to the nape of their neck transformed into nibbling, Olu found that he could have listened to the giddy laughter that followed for the rest of his life.

Perhaps, if they were lucky, he could.