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How curious.. @wertzunge
Santa asked me to send you a message, anyway, here it goes
"нононО~
Hi, this is Santa Claus!
Since you have been such a well behaved kid, I decided to give you a wonderful
present this year!
You have a special friend that love you just so much, they personally asked me for a
handmade gift ♡
Thank you for being a good person!
Merry Christmas!
XOXO, Santa."
(Max, contact me for a better quality!)
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Last Call for Mercy
AN: the much anticipated 600 strike fic is FINALLY here! I think we’ve all been dying to see Poseidon get his ass handed to him with some good ol’ fashioned tickle torture, & I’m here to deliver! That art by you know who (too scared to mention them in this fic) was such perfect inspiration for this fic! Grab a snack & settle in, ‘cause it’s kinda long (just over 4k)
Warning that it’s a little more intense & mean than my usual fics, but it’s Poseidon & he deserves it lmao. Kinda suggestive, but nothing more than that. (I will forever be inspired by the manwhore au) other than that, enjoy Poseidon getting what he deserves!
The wind whipped and howled, waves crashing against jagged rocks. The spray of the sea reached high, filling the air with the taste of salt. Dark clouds rolled in, quickly blocking the sun as rain poured from the sky.
Odysseus stood before Poseidon, calculating his next move. The God lay sprawled across the rocks, bruises and small cuts littering his skin from their previous fight. He looked smug, almost proud.
Odysseus couldn't keep this up forever, and he didn't want to. He was tired of fighting just to survive; it was all he'd known for the past 20 years. He was tired. So, so tired...
He had hoped Poseidon would be too. That when offered a truce: a final chance to leave the past behind, that he would take it. Of course, he could never be so lucky, nor Poseidon so reasonable.
He looked at his island one last time, coming to a decision.
"You're going to call off that storm." He spoke in a dead, flat tone. One that struck fear in the hearts of many and commanded respect.
Poseidon's triumphant smirk stretched further across his face, twisting his features with sadistic glee.
"Or what? You can't kill me," he taunted. Odysseus slowly shifted his gaze back onto him.
"Exactly."
Odysseus stalked closer, like a lone wolf closing in on a kill. Poseidon's grin faltered once he realized Odysseus was still coming towards him.
"Wait-" his eyes darted to where his trident now rested at the soldier's feet. "Wait!"
And then Odysseus smirked.
"Oh no. By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna wish I stabbed you instead," he said matter of factly.
Poseidon sneered, lurching forward threateningly. "What?"
But before he could say another word, the King of Ithica was straddling his hips, shoving his back against the rocks. He blinked in shock, at a complete loss for words.
"Cruelty comes in all shapes and sizes," Odysseus said, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. "Even ones you don't expect," he went on to crack his neck, rolling his shoulders just to drag out the anticipation.
Poseidon could've thrown him off, but he was curious where the mortal was going with this.
"Do your worst."
"I intend to."
Poseidon would swear he only screamed so loud because he was caught off guard. I mean, really, who in their right mind would try and tickle a God at a time like this? Who would even think of that?
Odysseus of Ithica, that's who. Because of course he would.
Odysseus dug into his sides, scribbling over bare skin made slick from the rain. Poseidon reacted immediately, folding in on himself with a bark of laughter as he scrambled to shove the offending hands away.
"Whahahat do you thihink you're dohohoing?" he demanded, growling through his laughter. Odysseus snorted in amusement, pinching up and down his sides.
"Thought it would be obvious," he taunted, flashing a sadistic grin. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes in annoyance, prompting Odysseus to claw at his stomach.
"Y-you ahaharrogant bastahard! I ohohorder you to-"
"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there," he cut him off. "You're not the one in control anymore. I am."
Poseidon leveled him with a harsh glare, determined to prove him wrong. "Like hehehell you ahare!"
Odysseus shrugged, sporting a sly, malicious grin. "Agree to disagree."
Poseidon's annoyed scoffed morphed into a snort as he kneaded his lower stomach, right above his waistline. His eyes flew wide open in embarrassment, and he slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds escaping.
"That was a fun noise," he goaded, wiggling a finger in his bellybutton. "Let's hear it again, shall we?" Poseidon shook his head, ready to throw him into the ocean, but much to his dismay, a shrill screech pierced the air instead.
"Close, but I think it was more like this!" Odysseus demonstrated by squeezing his hips. Poseidon bucked and screamed through hysterical laughter. He tried his best to block the offending hands, but the King of Ithica was annoyingly fast for a mortal.
"Ohoho just shut up ahahalready!" he growled in response. That bastard had the gall to chuckle at him.
"Why should I?"
"I-I'll kihihill you!" But the force of his laughter severely negated the threat.
"Not a very convincing argument there, giggles."
"What dihihid you just cahall mehehe?" Poseidon growled through growing hysterics.
"Giggles!" he repeated proudly. To prove his point, he reached up to flutter against Poseidon's fin-like ears.
"Ihihi do nohohot giggle!" he denied through a particularly bubbly bout of giggles.
"Pft, yeah, keep telling yourself that, it won't make it true," he continued to taunt. Poseidon managed to roll his eyes. "Ihif you dohohon’t just shut up-!" he sassed, cutting himself off with a gasp. Odysseus arched a brow and began kneading his hips. He threw his head back in hysterics, bucking like a wild horse.
"Oh yeah? You’ll what?" Odysseus growled threateningly, trailing off. Poseidon sneered and reeled back, ready to slap him, to grab his hands, to throw him off, to do anything to stop what was happening. And then Odysseus grabbed his wrist and pinned his arm above his head.
They locked eyes and Poseidon shook his head, frantically tugging at his arm. How the hell was he so strong? He was a mortal for crying out loud! So what the fuck was going on? Then again, he supposed he wasn't putting up much of a fight, the way he was cackling and flopping around like a fish out of water.
The irony was not lost on him.
It didn't take long for Odysseus to wrestle his other arm into place. He held down both of Poseidon's wrists as he reached off to the side.
He had grabbed Poseidon's own trident, holding it high above him so the light could glint off of it perfectly. Each prong was sharpened to a point, and aimed right at him.
"Hold still, yeah? Unless you want to get stabbed," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke. Poseidon remained speechless as his brain struggled to catch up with itself. He heard a loud metal shing followed by the sound of crumbling rock, and suddenly he could move his arms.
He couldn't move his arms!
He tugged and yanked frantically, but his trident held firm. Each wrist rested in the space between prongs, but there wasn't enough room to slip free.
"That's more like it," Odysseus examined his handiwork, making sure the trident wouldn't budge.
"Are you out of your mind! Let me go!" His entire body grew tense when he felt hands rest atop his ribcage.
"You're a God, it shouldn't be that hard to escape if you really want to," he noted in a condescending tone. Poseidon glared up at him, arms straining as he tugged futilely.
"Just what are you implying?" he hissed through clenched teeth. Odysseus grinned wider.
"Oh I'm not implying anything." He curled his fingers ever so slightly, just barely pressing into the skin. Poseidon gasped and arched his back, desperately fighting off a growing smile.
"You insolehent prihihihick! Stohohop thihis at once!" he demanded through deep hysterics as Odysseus clawed at his ribs.
"That depends. You gonna call off that storm?" Odysseus asked, wiggling his fingers faster as he spoke, making it impossible for Poseidon to answer.
He shook his head and choked out, "N-nehehever!" Odysseus shrugged, not an ounce of sympathy to be found.
"In that case, I guess I'll never stop."
"You thihihink this ihis funny?" he sounded significantly less threatening than he had hoped.
"Hilarious, actually," Odysseus deadpanned, scribbling between each rib, inching closer to his gills with each passing second. Poseidon's laughter rose in pitch, and he struggled with renewed intensity. Odysseus smirked down at him.
"Aw, what's the matter? Is this a bad spot?" he asked, running his thumbs along his bottom gill.
Poseidon snorted, arms straining where they were pinned. His cheeks were flushed, long dark hair fanned out around him like rolling waves.
"Noho, please! Not there!" he begged, a forced grin splitting his face in two as he spoke.
"Oh, have you changed your mind?" Odysseus asked, cocking his head innocently. But his hands hovered above Poseidon's gills, wiggling just above the skin.
He sucked in a breath, leaning as far away as he could. "No-" he barely choked out the single word before he was lost to bubbly hysterics. Odysseus traced along the edge of each gill slowly, watching his reactions with a close eye.
Poseidon snorted and squirmed from side to side, lips twitching into a giddy, nervous smile.
"In that case, I think I'll stay right here." Poseidon's eyes widened in something akin to fear.
"Wait, don't!" he protested, arching his back with a giggly snort when Odysseus traced along both sides. He only had to use one finger to get him squirming and choking back laughter. Poseidon bit his lip, but sputtering giggles and shrieks still managed to slip out. "Stohohop!"
"Don't stop? Wasn't planning to, but whatever you say! Gotta give the God what he wants," Odysseus taunted. Poseidon shook his head, a blush quickly spreading across his cheeks.
"You knohohow dahamn well thahahat's not what I meheheant!" he argued. His laughter was uncharacteristically high pitched as he teased his gills, and Odysseus was eager to see what other noises this spot would produce.
"Mmm, actually, I don't," Odysseus corrected with a casual shrug and a shit eating grin. He jumped to the next gill, wiggling a finger just barely underneath the edge. Poseidon snorted and gasped, arching his back as he clenched his jaw. And yet, his laughter persisted.
It was much more shrill than what Odysseus was expecting, but he supposed that was because of where he was targeting. He made sure to be careful around the gills, keeping his touch light and fluttery. You'd think the lighter tickling was worse from the way he was acting. Odysseus considered the thought, watching the way the God writhed and giggled beneath him.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. I'm barely even touching you!" he noted smugly, ghosting his fingertips along his ribs and gills. Poseidon threw his head back and let out a wheezing laugh.
"Ihit's fucking ahahawful!" he screamed, sounding less angry than he intended, and more desperate than he cared to admit. But as humiliating and degrading as this all was, there was a small part of him that was grateful he wasn't enduring real torture. If the King of Ithica was crazy enough to pull a stunt like this, then there's no telling what he's capable of.
He would count his blessings where he could.
He was pulled from his spiraling thoughts when he heard Odysseus chuckle. "That's over dramatic, don't you agree?" he asked, tracing the rim of his gills at an agonizingly slow rate.
"Nooo!" Poseidon denied, but Odysseus was unsure if he was answering the question, or protesting as the tickling began to speed up. He twisted side to side, unable to dislodge the hands exploring his ribs. He snorted and kicked frantically when a finger hesitantly wiggled underneath a gill.
"FUCK, dohohon't you dahare! I will kihihill you!" Poseidon threatened through breathless snickers. Odysseus cocked his head, sporting a sinister smirk.
He leaned down, invading the God's personal space until their noses were almost touching. "I don't think you will." Poseidon sneered up at him until it was forcibly replaced by a bright smile.
"You cocky little-" his words were cut off by a squeal that gave way to breathless cackles. Poseidon thrashed and tugged on his arms, but his trident held firm against the rocks. Odysseus fluttered his fingers on the inside of the gills, just barely reaching in.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Odysseus taunted, cupping an ear with one hand.
"NOHOHOT THEHERE! PLEHEHEASE!" he begged, snorting and wheezing in between bouts of hysterics.
"Wow, you do have manners," Odysseus feigned surprise. He decided to cut him some slack and switch to a new spot. After all, this was pretty fun, and Odysseus didn't want him to tap out too soon. He was thoroughly enjoying every second of his well earned revenge... And the power trip he got from it wasn't half bad either.
Poseidon cackled and swore under his breath as he continued teasing the inside of his gills. His laughter began to sound as though he were screaming underwater, frantic giggles gurgling in the back of his throat as he tried to shove them back down. Odysseus had never heard such a laugh, and took it as a sign to slow down.
"You’re starting to sound a little desperate there, so I guess you deserve a break. Besides, we still have other places to explore..." he trailed off as he rested his hands on his biceps. He lightly pressed into the flesh, watching carefully as Poseidon's breath hitched. He drug his hands down until he reached his bare pits.
"There is no we," he snapped through clenched teeth.
"I don't know, I'd say we're pretty close," he said, just to get under Poseidon's skin. It seemed to work, as he scoffed and glared up at him. "What do you think?" he prompted, cocking his head to the side.
"I thihink you're fucking crahahazy," Poseidon answered as his lingering chuckles faded. Odysseus seemed to soften at those words, placing a hand over his heart as they locked eyes.
"Aw, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Of course you'd take that as a compliment."
"Y'know, I liked you a lot better when you can barely speak," Odysseus snarked. He didn't give the God a chance to answer before he dug back in, clawing at his exposed pits. Poseidon practically screamed, thrashing around on the rocks as he tugged and twisted his arms in a futile attempt to free himself.
"That's more like it!" Odysseus cheered, raking blunt nails down the center of his hollows. He snorted and cursed at the sharp ticklish sensation.
"Nohoho ihit's nohohot!" he argued. Odysseus arched a brow.
"You just like arguing for the sake of it, don't you?" he asked, not afraid to call him out.
"Ohoho lihike you dohohon't!" Poseidon taunted back through his giggles.
"Yeah, but you're a God. Aren't you supposed to be above shit like that?" he reasoned.
"Absolutely not!" he growled in frustration. Who was he to tell him how a God should act?
"Oh, sorry, my mistake," Odysseus faked an apology, not once slowing his movements.
"Quit beheheing such aha smart ahahass!" Poseidon demanded. He continued to thrash and kick about, the sea surrounding them churning and sloshing. The choppy waves rose and fell in time with Poseidon's bellowing voice.
"No thanks, I'm good," he shot back smugly. "Now listen up, I got a question for you." When Poseidon didn't answer, he drilled his thumbs in the center of his pits, drawing devastatingly ticklish circles.
"Whahahat?" he cried out, frustration and desperation mingling. Why couldn't this mortal just shut his fucking mouth for five minutes?
Odysseus leaned in with a sadistic grin as he asked, "So, how does it feel to be helpless?" The question caught Poseidon off guard, nearly choking on his own laughter. "How's it feel knowing you can't escape?"
"Thahat's m-mighty presumptuous ohohof you," he challenged, even as he fought off his mirth.
Odysseus snapped his head down to look at him, eyes wide in shock as a bewildered smile tugged at his lips. "Wait, can you escape?" he asked, genuinely curious now. He'd seen Poseidon move around as if he were water, and for all he knew, maybe he was. Yet his body felt solid and firm beneath his touch.
Odysseus just might be hallucinating, because he could swear Poseidon blushed at the question.
"Ehehenough! You dohohon't thihink I'm tryihihing?" he snapped defensively, tugging on his trapped arms with renewed effort. The truth of the matter was, Poseidon technically could escape if he really tried. But using his powers to slip away so easily just felt wrong. He was a God for crying out loud, he should be able to free himself with his strength alone! And at this point, he was determined to do so.
Odysseus studied him before answering. "I think you could try a little harder," he goaded, skittering his nails over the tense muscles of his arms. Poseidon's voice jumped in pitch, bordering on shrill.
"Ohoho whahat do you knohow ahahanyways?" he challenged through breathless snickers. It was meant as a rhetorical question, really. So why then, did Odysseus feel the need to answer?
"I know you're pretty damn ticklish for a God," he shot back, relishing in the way Poseidon glared at him; cheeks flushed and mouth agape in shock.
"Excuse me?" he choked out, struggling to keep his laughter contained. Even in his delirious state, he had to admire the sheer audacity.
"You're excused," Odysseus chuckled at his own joke, smirking at the way Poseidon rolled his eyes.
"You're really not ahas funny as you thihihink," he managed to complain with minimal chuckles.
Odysseus looked down at him, tilting his head to the side with mock innocence. "Really? Then why're you laughing?" He punctuated the question by fluttering his fingers behind his ears.
Poseidon shook his head, scrunching his neck as real, honest to the Gods giggles spilled past his lips.
"Oops, my mistake. Why are you giggling?" Odysseus "corrected" himself, sporting a sly grin.
"Ihihi aham nohohot!" he insisted, despite the bubbly laughter lacing his words.
"Denial looks good on you," he quipped back, tracing along the edges of his ear fins. Poseidon's eyes flew wide open as a dark blush spread across his cheeks.
"Ihihit does nohohot!" he argued, trying his best to sound intimidating. Apparently it didn't work as intended, seeing as Odysseus was cooing at him.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that," he goaded, gently pinching his ear, just to hear him shriek. Poseidon flinched away from the touch with a snort.
"Aw, you must be really ticklish here," he added with amusement. Poseidon shook his head frantically, bubbly giggles gurgling in the back of his throat. Odysseus now realized that his laughter just sounded like that. How cute.
"Nohoho! S-stohohop!" he pleaded. The light, teasing touch was downright maddening, and he couldn't take the relentless teasing.
"No thanks, I'm good," Odysseus casually shrugged him off. He scratched blunt nails against the thin skin of his fins, drawing out the most endearing snickers.
"Why you little- wait, dohohon't!" he protested when he saw a mischievous smirk flash across the mortal's face. But there was nothing he could do to stop him when hands latched onto his hips. He bucked like a wild horse, head thrown back as booming cackles escaped him.
"Don't what?"
"Your stupid trihihicks won't work ohon mehehe!" he yelled, thrashing from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the torturous hands squeezing his hips.
Odysseus heaved a sigh and shrugged, "Oh well, it was worth a shot." He moved down to knead his thighs, flinching at the scream that filled the air. He pulled back to cover his ears, allowing Poseidon a moment to catch his breath.
"Oho fuck you, I'm not being that loud!" he snapped defensively. Odysseus opened his mouth to answer, but before he could speak, the sky lit up with a web of lighting as thunder roared overhead. Poseidon gawked up at the sky, a dark blue blush spreading across his cheeks as Odysseus doubled over in laughter.
"I think your brother would beg to differ!" he cheered mockingly, poking all over his belly. Poseidon snorted and curled in on himself, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape the unbearable feeling of fingers on his skin.
"Just shut thehe fuck up! I'll kihihill both of you!" he threatened. Odysseus rolled his eyes as another clap of thunder sounded above, mocking him. This couldn't possibly get any worse.
"I really don't think you could kill anyone right now," he taunted, squeezing down his thighs until he got to his knees, and a loud snort slipped out. He stayed there for a few agonizing seconds before turning around, straddling his legs. And that could only mean one thing.
"Wait! Nohoho!" he shrieked as Odysseus scraped his blunt nails down his soles. He scrunched his feet and kicked as much as he could, but his legs were pinned fairly well, and he was weak from laughter.
"Aw, you have webbing between your toes! That's honestly pretty adorable," he taunted with a fond smile.
"Wha- no it's not!" Poseidon sputtered, fighting off a blush and doing a rather poor job. "I live in the water, what the fuck did you expect?"
"Y’know what? I don't like your tone," Odysseus said, scribbling along his arches. He let out a giggly yelp, jerking beneath the touch.
"Ohoho fuck you! Just lehehet me gohoho!"
"I'll stop whenever you want, just call off the storm!" he insisted in a snide, taunting tone.
"I-I cahahan't!" Poseidon lied as he desperately tried to think of any other way out of the mess he'd gotten himself into.
"We'll see about that," Odysseus called his bluff, glaring down at him with playful malice. He held down his ankles and grabbed his toes, stretching them back. He began furiously scribbling the webbing between his toes, and the reaction was immediate.
Poseidon kicked his trapped legs, scrunching his toes as much as he could. Bubbly giggles and shrieks escaped him as Odysseus continued to rub the thin webbing. His nose was scrunched adorably as he snorted and shook his head frantically.
"Stohohop!" he pleaded once more, but Odysseus wasn't so eager to let him off the hook. At least, not yet.
"You didn't stop when I begged you, so why should I?" he justified the prolonged cruelty.
"Behehecause I fucking sahahay sohoho!" he ordered in between helpless snickers.
That was the last straw. Poseidon was going to cave, one way or another; Odysseus would make sure of it.
He spun around suddenly, vengeance flashing in his eyes. "You still think you're in control?" he challenged, digging into his gills without warning. Poseidon was caught off guard by the change of spots, screaming and wheezing through hysterics.
"NOHOHO! Y-YOU MOHOHONSTER!" he wailed at the top of his lungs. He arched his back, struggling to free himself. He threw his head back in frustration, cackles flowing freely from his smiling mouth.
Odysseus scoffed at the insult and rolled his eyes. "A tickle monster, maybe," he agreed with a snide chuckle. "But didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-"
"Ahalrihihight! Plehehease!" he begged, finally admitting defeat. As much as it pains him to say it, he just couldn’t take any more.
Odysseus wore a satisfied grin as he stared down at him. He leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Now was that so hard?” Poseidon rolled his eyes, a fading blush still dusting his cheeks.
“Incredibly so,” he deadpanned. With a heavy sigh and a wave of his trapped hand, the raging ocean calmed. “There you go, you crazy bastard,” he huffed, sounding almost fond.
“Thank you, that’s all I wanted,” Odysseus said, releasing the tension in his shoulders as he stared at the distant shore. “No hard feelings?” he asked, holding his hand out in a show of truce, forgetting for a moment that the God’s hands were still trapped.
In his deliriously giddy state, Poseidon had forgotten he was supposed to be trapped as he begrudgingly shook the mortal’s hand. He shifted form and slipped past the metal prongs on his trident, flowing into his full height as he stood on the rocks.
Odysseus was frozen in shock, looking between Poseidon and his trident.
“So you could get out the whole time?”
Poseidon’s smirk dropped as he realized the mistake he made. “Wait-” he tried to backtrack.
“And you were just letting it happen!” Odysseus added with a mocking smile, taking one last opportunity to tease him.
“Watch it, I can bring back the storm whenever I like!” he threatened, but it wasn’t nearly as scary as it should’ve been. “But I wasn’t going to resort to cheating in order to beat you,” he justified. Odysseus snorted in amusement, arching a brow skeptically.
“Cheating?” he repeated, making Poseidon scoff and drench him with a wave from behind. “Hey!”
“Using my powers to escape so easily would’ve just been cowardly and unfair,” he justified, because that’s totally the only reason…
“Yeah, cause you looked so brave giggling yourself silly,” Odysseus couldn’t help but taunt, enjoying the choked sputtering the comment earned.
“Whatever, it was getting loose. I would’ve broke free any second.”
“Oh? Is that why you tapped out?” he goaded further, still riding high off of the power trip. Poseidon weighed his options, but decided it wasn’t worth it.
“You’ve wasted enough of my time already. You’re lucky I have places to be,” he said, turning towards the water without another word.
“See ya later,” Odysseus called after him with a small wave. Poseidon froze in his tracks, looking back over his shoulder to glare at him.
“No you won’t,” he corrected harshly, flashing a small grin his way before melting into the waves, leaving Odysseus alone.
“Yeah I will,” he said to himself, smiling out at the calm sea.
#it’s finally here!#this was the most flustering fic i’ve written in a long time#fish man needs to get WRECKED#he lowkey likes it#can you tell?#poseidon#odysseus#poseidon x odysseus#kinda#enough to add the tag#manwhore au#epic#epic musical#epic fic#epic musical fic#epic tickle fic#ticklish!poseidon
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The junior quintet riding a giant illustrious cod.
(For @sandpancakecat)
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#digital art#Jin ling#lan jingyi#lan sizhui#ouyang zizhen#nameless red disciple#codfish#What an incredibly whimsical prompt! I enjoyed the how it tickled my mind!#I do *not* have more to say about what is going on here as this was not wholly my brain child. But I enjoy it!#Perhaps they are on a night hunt and trying to catch a giant cod spirit.#I am just so delighted to be able to draw these five hanging out again that my mind has gone blank.#Regardless - I'm feeling happy with how this turned out! Fish are fun to draw!#One more raffle post to go! See you all tomorrow!
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thinking of cece/cephei(???) walking in on sebastian wrecking audie (relating to the nibbling/raspberries post) LMFAOOO
[ part 2 ]
... ah.
#my art#mine#pressure tickles#roblox pressure tickles#my ocs#sebastian solace#audie#cepheii#wifey's ocs#eyefestation#so fun fact. eyefest came up with the name guppy for audie#bc she saw their tail and went “oh! little fish! guppy!”#and audie got all huffy like “IM NOT THAT SMALL!!!!” (they are though)#and then the name just. stuck. and now everyone calls them that#but eyefest is territorial bc#she's a bull shark aint she#teehees
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Across all three realms, Solomon is a sorcerer known to all as fearsome and powerful.
He has a notable amount of demons under pacts with him, and his magical prowess is nothing to laugh at, either.
Some even tell the tale of the sorcerer being able to wage war on the entirety of the Devildom, with only one man, himself, backing his corner.
To his friends and acquaintances, he's an eccentric human with a love for cooking. His love for the act doesn’t mean he’s good at it, though.
Rather than fearing his skills and abilities when it comes to magic, his cooking is the most fearful thing about him.
He’ll serve you food that looks like it’s been made out of poison and objects entirely unfit for making dishes with a handsome, close-eyed smile.
He’s entirely oblivious to the deadly effects that his meals dish out to those who eat it, with his cooking being bad enough to make even the most fearful demons in the Devildom keel over and faint simply by having a taste.
However, known to you, and only you, is a softer side of Solomon not often seen by others. Among every human, demon, angel, reaper, and any other race in this world, you feel as though you’re blessed by the Celestial Realm itself to be the only person to see all of his sides so wholly and so intimately.
As his adorable apprentice (as the sorcerer often calls you,) you’re all too aware of his skill when it comes to magic. In your eyes, he’s stellar, and an amazing teacher. While being his pupil isn’t easy, he makes sure to know that you’re doing well through praise, offering a kiss for every spell you get right, and other rewards that… aren’t exactly age appropriate enough to mention.
Though, you think he enjoys these acts a lot more than you do.
When it comes to domestic things, Solomon is all too elated by the act of cooking for the one he holds most dear. He puts all of his heart and soul into the meals he creates for you, though that doesn’t mean they’re any better. Living with Solomon… is no easy task. Especially when it comes to eating his cooking.
Unfortunately for you, your love for Solomon and the guilt of having to stare at his sad face when you reject his meals overpower your distaste for his cooking, so you grin & bear it, even if you’ll end up with nasty side effects after.
The soft, quiet, and romantic moments with Solomon are what you treasure most.
The ones where you sit, studying together in a comfortable silence, where you simply exist in each other’s presence, feeling the other’s warmth.
The moments where you’re quietly observing his peaceful sleeping face, and the moments where he’s giving you much needed comfort and affection, consoling you without needing to say any words.
It’s heartwarming, and it makes your stomach churn & flutter in a good way.
He once told you that he never had anyone in his life that cared about him so deeply, or anyone to care for in the same way.
Throughout your entire relationship, and for your foreseeable future with him, you make sure to never let him feel that way ever again.
It’s a gross underestimate to say that you two only love each other.
What you have with Solomon goes deeper than words can describe, and what you two feel for each other is more than you can express.
It’s why the quiet moments with him are your most treasured.
In each comfortable silence that the two of you share together, no matter when it is or where you are, the both of you know well that there’s a million words (and more) of love and affection being said.
#obey me solomon#obey me solomon x reader#solomon x reader#om solomon x reader#solomon om#baby's first fluff#hi solomon nation#i got to writing because i'm at a fish spa right now and the fish are tickling me really bad so i had to challenge myself#anyways.#This is a random assortment of NOTHING#i don't know what i was writing i just bulldozed through it#if i made a mistake about his character No i did not you just don't see the vision#Kidding#fluff
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~ 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎… ~
❤️👻💜👻🧡👻❤️👻💜👻🧡
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟹: 𝙲𝙰𝚁 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴˚*•✩•̩̩͙**·̩̩̥͙
𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷,𝟾𝟺𝟻
𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️
𝙻𝚎𝚛’𝚜: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝…𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎…
(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙲𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 👁️👄👁️…
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚍𝚑𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
“Are we there yet?” Mikey whined loudly.
“Uh…no?” His immediate older brother said, sighing impatiently.
“…Are we there yet now?” Mikey whined louder.
“No, Mike.” Donnie huffed through his palm as he rested his cheek on his hand, effortlessly playing his Nintendo Switch as he started to drown out his younger brother’s consistent complaining and restlessness.
Which…you would think he got used to by now.
The orange cladded turtle let out a short grunt loudly and dramatically, dragging his hands down his face, “Are we there yet now—?”
“Mikey, I swear to God if you ask that question one more damn time I will not hesitate to open the car door and throw you into ongoing traffic.” Raph growled lowly at the youngest.
“Boys…be nice to each other, please…” Splinter exclaimed from the front seat as he drove.
“But Dad! Mikey’s being annoying!” The tallest turtle moaned and groaned as he sunk in the middle seat.
“When is he not?” Donatello mumbled under his breath.
“Boys…” The rat said warningly.
“…Sorry, Dad…” The teenager’s grumbled collectively as they glared at one another.
The rodent father sighed, plugging his phone into the car unit as he stopped on a red light. “…Why don’t we listen to some Podcasts on the radio?” He offered, trying to find something that his boys would enjoy that didn’t involve ripping each of their tails off.
“Yohou listen to podcasts?” The purple banded teenager exclaimed curiously as he took off his headphones.
“Of course!” Splinter announced proudly, “I’ve been listening to this one that Spy-itify recommended me…it’s really good and well thought out!”
“It’s…It’s…'Spotify', Dad…” The hazelnut eyed teen corrected.
“That’s what I said; 'Spy-itify'.” The father said simply, causing Raph to facepalm and stuff his face right back into his phone.
“What’s the podcast about?” Michelangelo asked as he leaned his head on the closed window as Splinter started to drive again once more.
“It’s about this man talking about nature…it’s extremely interesting; I think you three will enjoy it.” The charcoal eyed rat explained.
“Huh…sounds cool enough.” Donnie snickered, “What’s the guy’s name? Like, the one who mainly talks in the podcast and stuff.”
“Zach Green.” The rat said.
“He sounds like a drug dealer…” Raphael mumbled under his breath, earning some small snickers from his younger brother’s as their Dad started to play the podcast in the vehicle.
A guy, most likely 'Zach Green', started singing as there was a ukulele playing in the background…
…And he sang…
…And sang…
…And. SANG.
And the three teenager’s wouldn’t have minded if the dude sounded…y'know, good!
But he didn’t sound good.
At all.
“Grass is green~! The green is the grass~! The grass is the green and the green itself is greeeen~!” The speaker’s sung as the three teenagers collectively sighed as the Podcast continued to play amongst them.
“…How about we play 'I spy' instead of listening to Shaggy get high?” Mikey suggested as his Dad hummed along to the tune…
Poor soul probably knew this song from heart…
“Anything but this.” Donnie agreed.
“Best idea I’ve heard all day.” The second oldest murmured, crossing his arms as he looked at the youngest expectantly, “Well? You gonna say 'I spy' or what?”
“Let a guy think for a moment!” Mikey shrieked, “Okay, okay, okay…I spy with my little eye—”
“—More like pink eye.” The turtle with glasses giggled under his breath, trying to cover it as a cough as he saw his younger brother side-eyeing him. “Y'know, Dee…we could really go.” The orange banded teenager glared.
“Bet. Catch me outside. 3:30 on the dot.” The purple cladded mutant threatened.
“Bet.” The youngest repeated.
Donatello raised an unamused brow, “I already said 'bet' you phrase snatcher!”
“You don’t own the word 'bet', you four-eyed freak!”
“God— 'BET' YOURSELVES!” Raphael snapped, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “I swear to literally anything and everything holy I am completely envying the fact that Leo doesn’t have to suffer in this freaking hell-hole with me.”
The second oldest leaned forward and tapped his Dad’s shoulder, “Speaking of which…how come Leo got to study with April while I—”
“We.” Donnie corrected swiftly.
“—I had to stay with these two excuses for mutants, Dad?” Raphael continued, frowning deeper as his Dad became unresponsive and became completely entranced by the radio, “Dad? Dad? Dad? Daddy? Father? Dad— aaaaand you have your 'I’m locked in to this music' face…gotchu...” The tallest turtle huffed as he sat back down in the middle seat.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” The youngest huffed, “I spy something…grey/gray.”
“Grey/Gray? Grey/Gray as in ashy? Ashy as in you?” Donnie smirked, his smirk turning to a smug grin as the orange banded teen glared back at him with a mix of disdain and pure disgust.
“Donnie, I swear—”
“Is it the car seat?” Raph muttered, dying in complete humiliation about the fact that this was his onlysource of entertainment.
Michelangelo shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back on the seat, “Nope. Try again.”
“Is it…Dad’s fur?” The turtle with glasses guessed.
“Nooooooope!” The smallest mutant dragged out, sticking his tongue out at the second youngest causing Raph to just sigh, slumping in the chair further.
This car ride was going to be his 13 Reasons Why…
“Okay…seriously, though. Raph-Taff, what’s up?” Mikey asked carefully, looking over his older brother’s stiff and utterly overall unhappy demeanor.
The second oldest just grunted, glancing away and his frown drooping as he locked eyes with his immediate younger brother, “You can tell us anything.” Donnie assured.
“Well…not everything. Almost everything. Semi-everything.” The genius clarified, “Buuuut you get the point…”
“No, no Ihi really really dohon’t...” The red banded teen grimaced.
“What Egghead Humpty Dumpty is trying to say is that you can tell us what’s bothering you. You haven’t been your usual…let’s just say 'Sarcastic Sappy Self'.” The hazel eyed teen confirmed, biting back a chuckle as he saw his purple themed brother gasp in offense.
“I just needa get out of here…” Raphael emphasized, rubbing his temples like he’s seen centuries worth of knowledge, “School was rough. School is annoying. Kids are annoying. Y'all are annoying— no offense.”
“None taken.” The two youngest said in sync.
“And I just need to distress…” Said the older turtle, going on his phone only to be met with a completely pitch black screen, “And my phone is dead. Yip dee doo da fuckin' day…” He cursed.
Mikey rubbed his chin in thought, leaning on the inside door hand rest, “I have an idea for that, actually. Just trust me.”
“'I have an idea' and 'just trust me'…two words I never want to hear come out of your mouth ever again.” Donatello insisted almost immediatelty.
“Shut up.” The smallest mutant exclaimed to his immediate older brother, inhaling and exhaling loudly before continuing, “Okay…so I spy with my little eye—“
“Seriously?” The elder mutant deadpanned.
“Trust me, I said!!!” The younger shouted once more to try and get his point across, “I spy something…black.”
“…Black?” The second youngest asked, tilting his head.
“Black.” Mikey confirmed.
“Ohooo…black.” Donatello snapped his fingers, nodding as he relaxed in his seat.
“Black!” Michelangelo beamed as Raphael looked around in confusion, wondering if his younger brother’s were going to elaborate on this whole 'black' nonsense or if they were just going to communicate via gibberish.
The red banded teen scratched his head in confusion, “…What is happening…?”
The youngest gave his red cladded older brother a knowing look, causing the red cladded mutant in question to just simply sigh longly, “Right riiiight…trust. I got it…”
“Uhhh…” Raphael hummed, looking around the car for something…well, black; as his little brother’s so veeeeery clearly stated.
The chocolate eyed teen raised an uncertain eye ridge, pointing at his own black sweatshirt that he was wearing.
The purple and orange duo nodded, “See? Black!” Donnie grinned, poking his older brother’s sides and causing his older brother in question to shriek loudly and try to cover his middles, wiggling his way over more to Michelangelo.
Whiiiiiich…was a first.
“Yeah! Black!” The smallest mutant smirked cheeringly, prodding the other side of the black sweatshirt wearing boy, “You got it?”
“Ihihi gohohot ihihat I-Ihi gahat ihat!!” Raph said immiediatley, kicking his legs on the car floor as he pushed on the other two’s shoulder’s. “Ehhhhh…I don’t think you do…” The young genius teased lightly.
“Dohon’t a-act smahart with me yohou l-lihittle shIHIT NO!! Mihikey nonononohoh!” He said as he saw Mikey wiggling his fingers near his neck, causing him to try and hide his face in Donnie’s shoulder, swatting the youngest away.
“D'aww~! Hey, big bro! Need a hug~?” The scientist said innocently, wrapping the taller in a hug as the shortest of the three skittered and scratched the red banded mutant’s shell lightly; almost barelytouching it.
The red banded mutant in question wheezed loudly, banging his fists on the car seat whilst his legs stomped up and down, “Wohohoah! Mr. Deflating Balloon Man— yohou okay?” Mikey teased, making sure to trace the patterns on his elder brother’s shell in a very veeeery mean manner.
“Are you boys alright back there?” Splinter asked, getting out of his trance as the podcast soon and finally ended.
“We’re fine!” Donnie beamed, wiggling his fingers into the crooks of the chocolate eyed teen’s neck right beside him, “Right, Raph?”
Raph squealed loudly with laughter, not answering.
Well…not answering in word form, perhaps.
The Father rolled his eyes fondly at his son's, looking away from the rearview mirror and focusing back on the road.
“See!? He agrees.” The youngest beamed, “We’re perfectly fine and dandy, Dadio.”
“'Fine and dandy?'” Donnie repeated in amusement, causing the orange banded teen to almost laugh as loudly as Raph currently was.
Key word: Almost.
“Fine and dandy.” Michelangelo confirmed, kneading his hot-headed brother’s hips and sides as the taller leaped like a drunk frog, “STAHAHOP!! HIC LEHEHET HIC HIC GOHOHOH!!!”
“People are gonna think we’re beating you up or something by the way you’re squirming, bud.” The purple banded turtle joked, letting go of the taller teenager as the smaller teenager spidered his fingers all over his tummy.
“MIHIHIHIKEY!!!” The older wailed, pushing the other’s hands away as they slowly but surely stopped.
The two youngest’s giggled, fist bumping each other for successfully turning Raph’s frown upside down.
Splinter drove into the O’Neil’s driveway as Leo walked out of the front door to the apartment, waving his goodbyes to April as he got into the car.
The eldest sat in the front seat, buckling up as their Dad drove to their home.
The blue banded teenager let out a small snort, looking towards the back to see his immediate younger brother’s face the exact same shade as his own bandana, “Jeeheez..whahat dihid I miss?”
“I daha— hic don’t wanna tahalk ahabohout it…” Raph grumbled, his beet red blush deepening on his face as Donnie and Mikey snickered slightly, giving each other one last fist bump of victory.
·̩̩̥͙**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*·̩̩̥͙
(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)
#Mutant Mayhem tickle#Mutant Mayhem tickle fic#Mutant Mayhem tickle fanfiction#Lee!Raph#Ler!Mikey#Ler!Donnie#TAG TEEAAAAM BACK AGAIN 😙✨‼️#I love writing for Mutant Mayhem if you couldn’t tell#Speaking of…I need to finish TOTTMNT 🫥…#I got to the episode where Raph was fighting those sea fish thingies and I just got bored LMFAOOO#The movie is way better than the series I’m gonna give it a buck#AND THERE WAS NO THEME SONG⁉️⁉️⁉️#WHERE ARE MY HERO’S IN A HALF SHELL 😭😭😭#But I feel like Raph gets overstimulated PRETTY quickly#Especially when it comes to enclosed spaces…so my boy was somewhat overstimulated in this one but dw his bro’s helped him out :3#AND I NEED MORE REP OF THE YOUNGEST SIBLINGS#WE BICKER 24/7#Grass is green you guys ☝🏾🙂↕️#Grinding on homework and tests and essays#I refuse to have a grade lower than 80…that’s the goal 🤞🏾🤞🏾#ADHD is a biiiitchhhhhhh I can’t focus for shit 😪#BUT ONE MORE WEEK AND THEN ITS THANKSGIVING BREAK OH ORAISE THE LORD#😎CUZ🥳IIIIIII🙂↕️AAAAAMMMMM😩FREEEEEEE🥸#Whoever gets that refrence ilysm ^
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W-Who am I anymore?!?!
#ducky babbles#tickle memes#the prompt request sent me to write like 3 different fics and the request is almost done#AND I CAN'T WRITE A SINGLE FULL TICKLE SCENE!#I want jump into the ocean and let a clown fish eat me
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Second time I’ve drawn this shameless ticklefish with his belly out, hehe…
Mostly just wanted some coloring practice, but I’m not sure I learned anything from this. Oh well.
🔞 Minors, Ageless blogs DNI 🔞
#fluffyart#Fishper reed#silly little fish#Just a guy honestly#doing his best#probably asking for tickles
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so i'm reasonably confident that Rolando pretended to forget the name of Ghostfuckers just to set Blitzø's teeth on edge... ...which means he's possibly a fan of the show 🙈💖
#maybe that's why he called Blitzø 'Bethany' in that disgusted tone at the end of the episode. he's a stan 😂😂#okay i'm sure it doesn't take a genius to figure out what show a person named Bethany Ghostfucker stars in#and it's like Hell's version of Love Island so it makes sense that EVERYONE knows what it is#but the idea still tickles me 😂💖#just grandpa fish over here curled up in his bedtime robe and slippers catching the latest episode. oh my god#rolando#blitzø#millie#rolando helluva boss#blitzø helluva boss#millie helluva boss#helluva boss rolando#helluva boss blitzø#helluva boss millie#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#ghostfuckers spoilers#ghostf**ckers spoilers#ghostf**ckers#starleskatalks
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I had the pleasure of meeting the founder of the Tokyo t-word community @kusugurihime (this links to her Twitter) during my time in Japan, and we tried pedicure fish together!
It uhhhh… t-worded more than I thought it would tbh we were lowkey both being *so loud* out here in public ahdjslals 🙈🙈🙈 but hey what’s a gal to do when her feet are just sensitive 😭🤷🏻♀️😇
#me#cece’s japan series#feet#toes#photo#photo set#tickle community#community friends#Tokyo tickle community#crossover episode :)#international t-word exchange fr#North america x Japan ☺️#pedicure fish
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stardew mod except all it does is give you a very very small chance of finding a blue lobster in your crab pots
#i just...#im very tickled by the idea of randomly fining a rare blue lobter#i wanna keep it in a fish tank full of decor and name it Heloise#sdv#stardew valley#inkdrops
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He guns down innocent people, insults his friends, kills animals senselessly, spares nobody and steals from the helpless.
But he spends 5 hours catching and releasing fish.
#meeks rambles#shitpost#rdr text post#rdr#rdr2 community#rdr2 fandom#rdr2#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption arthur#low honor arthur morgan#arthur morgan#i swear someone has made this joke before#it just tickles me that you can be a HORRIBLE person in rdr2 yet if you release fish you get honor back#so hypothetically…#he’s a 1 but at least he fishes :)
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i dont know what kills me more that sasha has said finnish wings are good but he cant eat them during the season because of training or mikksy going we are going to make the team try finnish wings for the global series like mikksy girl
#txt#tickles me it does#“what are you gonna make the team try in finland” “finnish wings. maybe some fish”#ever a wonder why he was at hook#but also youre spoiling the team mikksy!!#remember during the sweden global series and they had all the swedish snacks out and barely any of the leafs ate any#because it was before the game and they dont wat sugar#and then in comes hot bitch willy and he just chows down on em#same vibes here#we have to spoil our kitties and break their rules
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As someone who's never tickled anyone who was tied down before, I can't imagine just... having all the time in the world to do exactly what I want. Before finding this community, I always imagined myself tickling as this fast, frantic thing, but... They're not trying (or able) to get away. They won't be able to escape or fight back. They can't be let out unless I decide to let them out. I can go as slowly as I want, as lightly as I want, I can focus on whatever spots I want for however long I want - and I still have the option to go wild if I want!
But you know what's even harder to comprehend? That they chose to be here. They want to be unable to escape, they want me to push their limits (within consensual reason), they are making themselves deliberately vulnerable for me. Me doing what I want is... completely fine by them. I think. I'm still not sure I can wholly believe that.
It's that combination of feeling like I'd be getting away with something horribly selfish and wicked... but it's not actually selfish at all, because I'm being given this generous gift, but it's also a gift that we're going to share, because I'll be giving it back to them...
It's honestly making my head swim right now.
I hope all lees know what amazing people they are.
P.S. rereading this before posting, I guess it applies to lees whether they're unbound or not, huh... the bondage just stops y'all from involuntarily jerking away. But the fact that you want to keep yourselves from jerking away so you can be tickled more!! I'm. I can't. Lees are so incredible.
#sorry for being so serious on the kink blog#i've been thinking this for weeks and I have to express this#i'm embarrassed as hell but i have to let it out#i swear i'm not fishing for pity#tickle thoughts#green's dreams#tword community#lee appreciation
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returning back for another silly hc :3
Considering Sebastian’s not rlly human anymore and is instead mostly fish, it’s safe to assume he’s cold blooded
which brings me to the thought that he would probably be a BIG snuggler mostly just bc of the natural heat expendables he’s actually willing to hug give off :] also don’t think he won’t tickle them either or nuzzle their neck or tummy he’s still that same lovable asshole
SORRY IF THIS SEEMS SHITTY OR RUSHED IT WAS JUST A VISION
the key to breaking past sebastian's fear of touch; just be his teddy bear until he tolerates you loving him back
#my art#mine#not tickles#my ocs#sebastian solace#audie#sorry for no Content sometimes you just gotta draw gay little fish
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reading fish fucker 2000- i meant uh pet fosh of tyrant sth novel and shitting myself laughing wtf this is pure crack
#disabled tyrant's beloved pet fish#idk#but his servant walked into the fish flopping on bro’s bare chest and assumed the prince was a fish fucker#‘its too small sir!’#prince: ….. *THE FISH JUMPED OUT OF THE WATER INTO MY SLEEVE AND FLOPPED TO MY CHEST WHILE IM TRYING TO GET IT OUTTA MY CLOTHES BECAUSE#IT TICKLES*#but like the prince was born mute so hes like *mentally screaming*
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