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Okay okay okay how about 24 "Sounds like *someone* needs a visit from the tickle monster" for lee!caleb and ler!jester??? I can literally hear the sentence in her voice it's perfect
Also I am IN LOVE with the way you write the Nein it's literally everything to me <33
Prompt 24 - "Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster."
A/N: you are so beyond right it's like it was made for her. also omg !!!! aww thank you <3
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âHey Caleb. Do you want to come downstairs and play cards with us?â
âNow is.. not a good time, Jester, but thank you. Itâs been a long day.â Caleb waved her off gently with a tired half-smile.
âHmmph.â Jester pouted. âYou sure? You look like you could use some company. And some cheering up.â Her tailed swished in anticipation of his answer.
âReally, Jester. I am fine.â Caleb held his line, sitting on the tavern bed and putting his head in his hands.
âActually, you knowâŚâ Jester took a step into the room. âYou actually look like you could use a visit from my friend.â
âWhoâs your friend?â Caleb looked back up at her as she stepped closer.
âYou know. You really look like you could use his help.â
âWho, the Traveler?â Caleb raised an eyebrow skeptically.
âNope.â Jester popped her lips on the word like a sour candy. âYou look like you could use a visit from the tickle monster!â She said the last words in a deeper, faux-menacing tone, and raised her hands up, wiggling.
Calebâs face bloomed like a ripened tomato. He stumbled back on his bed. âWhat? Wh- why? What do you- now wait a minute!â He stuttered.
Jester lunged with a giggle, tackling him softly backwards onto the mattress. âNohohohoho Jehehester! Wahahahait!â
âSee? Youâre smiling already! Itâs working!â Jester said with a smile. âNow, letâs feed this tickle monster!â She dug her fingers into his ribs with ease.
âNoOHOHO!â Caleb laughed harder at the teasing. âJESTER NEHEHEIN, BITTE!â
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Weak Spots
Tickletober Day 4
Essek denies having any weak spots. It doesn't take long to determine that is a lie.
Fandom: Critical Role (The Mighty Nein)
Words: 1.5K
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âSo,â Fjord begins, once the little group is settled into the comforts of the dome somewhere deep inside Aeor. Essek is left pondering their comfort in such tight quarters. Itâs stressing him out.
Fjord goes on. âWeâre probably going to be fighting Lucien in the next day or two and I think we need to get prepared. I know our plans usually go to shit at the last minute but we should at least try. Letâs start with what weâve got - strengths, weaknesses, put it all out there. I donât want him to find anything he can use against us that we arenât prepared for.â
Essek starts to zone out, tuning out the rest of this conversation. Theyâll have to forgive him - he really doesnât need to listen to a list of weaknesses and potential solutions. Heâs already accepted his fate. He leans back against one side of the dome, staring off into space and letting his mind drift to the dunamis the group discovered earlier, running through what it could possibly mean.
Heâs snapped back to the present when the conversation suddenly shifts to him. âEssek? What about you?â
Essek blinks quickly and pushes himself up a bit straighter, turning to look at the others. âI'm sorry, what was that?â
âI was just asking if you have any strengths, weaknesses, anything we could use against Lucien or he could exploit against us?â Fjord raises an eyebrow at him.
Essek shakes his head. âNo particular strengths you havenât already seen, Iâm afraid.â
âWhat about weaknesses?â
Essek pulls his cloak around himself like a blanket and shakes his head again. âOnly that I am like Caleb, a bit - ah, what did you call it? âSquishyâ.â
âWizards,â Fjord agrees with a wry nod. He turns back to the others. Essek leans back against the dome wall again, relieved that the conversation seems to have moved on from him.
Beau pipes up from a few feet away across the dome. âAny specific squishy weak spots? Caleb has several.â She shoots both Essek and Caleb a smirk.
Essek blinks in surprise but shakes his head. âNot in particular.â
Itâs at this moment that Essek feels something against his sock. He flinches away sharply with a muffled yelp - and looks down expecting to find an insect crawling on him. Instead he finds Veth, crouched and grinning up at him - and holding one of her feathers mere inches away from his foot.
The energy in the dome shifts in a split second. Essek can feel it and is not comforted by doing so. He doesnât have to look up to be acutely aware that everyone is grinning at him. The sudden sense of mischief is palatable, and Essek canât imagine how heâs going to get out of this one.
âWhat was that, Essek?â Veth asks. Sheâs still grinning up at him with a downright evil look.
âNothing,â Essek says quickly. He starts pulling his foot away, going to tuck them both underneath his robe. âI-â
Heâs cut off as Veth, with lightning-quick reflexes, grabs his foot before he can successfully hide it and flutters the feather over it again. Essek yelps again - louder this time, causing a flush to leap to his cheeks - and his ears flick as a spasm runs up his leg and throughout his whole body.
Jester squeals and claps her hands in delight. She is suddenly very close, Essek realizes - it is not a comforting realization.
âEs-sek! Are you ticklish?!â
Essek opens his mouth to respond. He doesnât get a chance before Jester grabs his other foot (how did that happen, he thought heâd pulled that one underneath his cloak already) and spiders her claws against the heel. And Essek yelps his loudest yet and slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle any more noise - as well as the grin thatâs forcing its way onto his face. He leans back against the side of the dome, as far away as he can get, squeezing his eyes shut.
Jester laughs at him and itâs almost enough to make him break and let out the giggles that are threatening to spill over. Instead he squeezes his eyes shut even tighter and shakes his head frantically.
Jester giggles at that. âI think you are!â She sets to work scratching against his heel again.
Before he can even begin to adjust to that, Essek feels a second set of fingers grab his other foot - Veth, who has given up on the feather it seems. âYou know what this looks like to me?â Veth asks, grinning brightly and holding up his foot. âAÂ weak spot.â She punctuates this with a sudden scribbling across the sole of his foot.
And Essek canât hold back - he bursts into giggles, muffled against the palm of his hand. His ears are twitching frantically and he shakes his head side to side, kicking his feet in a desperate attempt to break free.
He hears the others start laughing too. His face flushes white-hot.
Thereâs shuffling and then another set of hands grabs his foot. Beauregardâs voice breaks through Essekâs giggles. âHere, Iâll hold his foot so he canât get away.â And then, sure enough, he canât move his foot even an inch - and Jester, with a delighted giggle, sets to work scribbling and scratching and working her way up towards his toes.
Essekâs brain short-circuits. His hand flies away from his face as his body jackknives and he attempts to frantically bat Jesterâs hands away. To no avail - and he dissolves into laughter. âNOHOHOHOHO NOHAHAHAHA NOT THERE!â He falls back against the dome again, laughing.
Essek doesnât notice the others moving in closer, but he does notice when his other foot suddenly becomes just as immobile as the first. His eyes blink open just long enough to see Yasha, smiling at him as she holds fast to his foot, while Veth pokes one finger under his toes and scribbles others over the top of his foot - and why does that tickle so much?! Essek yelps again and attempts to yank his feet free - but Beau and Yasha hold firm and he gets nowhere. Instead he collapses back against the wall, turning to bury his face in his arm and resigning himself to laughter.
Vethâs grin is clear in her voice. âWow, Essek, youâd better hope Lucien doesnât find out about this! We would be screwed!â Essek could never hope to respond, laughing himself silly as he is.
Thereâs a sudden feeling against one of Essekâs ears - which have been twitching frantically as he laughs - and Essek spasms so hard he almost pulls out of Beau and Yashaâs hold. Almost - they quickly grab him again and hold on tighter. Caleb, who is now sitting right next to Essekâs head (Essek realizes heâs slid almost all the way to the floor - thatâs unfortunate), runs another finger over the elfâs ear, wiggling it ever-so-gently. Essek cackles.
Caleb laughs and tries it again, and Essek feels as if heâs going to shiver out of his own skin. He shudders, twisting frantically away from Calebâs evil, evil fingers and slapping at the ground. He's laughing harder than he ever thought possible.
Fjord laughs from somewhere to Essekâs left. âTwo weak spots? Man, Thelyss, how do you function?â
âSHHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHHUHUP!â Essekâs retort carries no malice, he can barely get the words out through his laughter. Fjord laughs along with him.
Thereâs another shuffling sound and a warm, fuzzy hand flutters against Essekâs other ear. Light above, theyâre going to actually kill him. Caduceusâ slightly fuzzy fingers are even more ticklish, if that were possibly. Essekâs laughter kicks up another octave. He spasms again, leaning forward and hands suddenly flailing desperately in attempt to push someone, any of them away - but he canât coordinate himself enough to even began to manage that. He collapses back into laughter and falls over onto Caleb, burying his face in his shoulder as he shakes apart with laughter.
Caleb smiles and brings a hand up to wrap around Essekâs shoulders and pull him closer. This means, mercifully, that Calebâs hand is no longer scratching against his ear. Less mercifully, Caleb brings his other hand into play - slipping it underneath Essekâs cloak to wiggle against his ribs. Essek yelps again and slaps a hand against his back involuntarily. He feels more than hears Calebâs chuckles along with him.
Fjord slides in next to Caleb and joins in, hands sliding underneath Essekâs coat and tickling. Essek feels sure his face is going to split open with how wide heâs beaming and his whole body is sure to explode into a million pieces from laughter.
Nevertheless, itâs nice. He had forgotten what this felt like, the warm feeling of laughing and being held close and tickled apart. Never in a million years would he have thought heâd find himself enjoying it with friends - but here he is. Perhaps he shouldnât be too surprised, life has certainly handed him stranger surprises in the last few months.
Jesterâs fingers are under his toes again. Caduceus is scribbling behind his ear in a way that makes him want to scream. Veth, Fjord and Caleb are methodically taking him apart. Beau and Yasha are joining in the fun, fingers spidering over his feet and legs, squeezing at his knees. Theyâre all laughing at him. And all Essek can do is laugh and laugh and laugh.
Perhaps having weak spots isn't so bad.
#Lucien watching this like#â𤨠wtfâ#I'm tempted to write a sequel of exactly that#I donât know how many fans Lucien has but itâs not zero#critickle role#augtickletober2023#tickletober#tickletober 2023#critical role#the mighty nein#ticklish!Essek#lee!Essek#ler!Veth#ler!Jester#ler!Beauregard#ler!Yasha#ler!Caleb#ler!Caduceus#ler!Fjord#tickle fic#critical role tickles#critical role fic#tickle community#sfw tickling community#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#shadowgast#(theyâre in that awkward will they or wonât they phase of shadowgast)#my writing#my fics
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oh my god I will cry I will sob I will explode
Concentration
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Summary: A tickle fight breaks out, but Caleb canât participate because he needs to concentrate on his spell. No, really.
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Jester hadnât met any other tieflings before, besides her mama. Hadnât met many other people, really, until sheâd gone off travelling and found her group of friends. She hadnât known what sheâd expected to find out in the big wide world, but Molly was one that sheâd never dreamed of.
Her mama had told her how not everyone felt the same as they did about things. How humans and half elves and orcs and goblins were a bit odd about touch in a way that sheâd never understand. Jester had never been one to resist the urge to cuddle, to hug, to poke and play with those closest to her.
Molly, apparently, was the same. Jester had barely squeaked out a few giggles at his teasing prods to her belly when she pounced, fingers slipping past the edges of his coat to wriggle at his ribs and draw out delighted snorty laughter.
She giggled at how quickly he folded. âYou could have asked, Molly.â
He definitely flushed at her words, illuminated by the edge of Calebâs dome. âNo- pfhaha- no fun!â
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#HOW IS EVERY ONE OF YOUR FICS SO AMAZING????#dude I donât even listen to CR I just read the fics for it but oml#theyâre so good#and this????#dude I love how you write Caleb so much#jester my beloved#tickle fic#critickle role#ticklish!caleb#ticklish!mollymauk#ticklish!jester#lee!jester#lee!molly#lee!caleb#ler!jester#ler!molly
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Knight Onceler x Jester Scott (sketches)
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#onceler#the onceler#onceler fandom#lorax oc#scott mctaggart#scott ler#the lorax#lorax 2012#lorax fanart#knight x jester
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Hey how about bittergiggle tickles the other bittergiggles (besides the one without a body)
There we go hope you like it
#garten of banban#garden of banban tickles#ler!bittergiggle#ticklish!bittergiggle#ticklish!jester#tickle art
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gotcha corkster
they were playing hide and seek but jesterhat can teleport ummm peekaboo
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Aw this is so very sweet! Thank youuu!!
As You Were Saying?
AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I think this is the most fun Iâve had with a Squealing Santa fic! @wordstrings this oneâs for you! Fjord & Jester are a kilLER tag team (see what I did there?) A huge thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I hope you all enjoy Kingsley getting wrecked, I know I do.Â
Fjord would never say it out loud, but Kingsley was getting on his last damn nerve. Ever since setting out to sea, their new friend formerly known as Mollymauk was practically glued to his side any given minute of the day. At first Fjord welcomed the company, was even flattered by it. But it seemed every time he tried to have an important conversation with someone other than the purple tiefling, he would interrupt or insert himself into the discussion. Fjord knew he was just trying to be helpful, but he needed to realize not every problem concerned him.
He had been discussing the trajectory of their current course with Orly when Kingsley walked up, absorbing every word exchanged. Fjord was already self conscious about his knowledge on the open seas, so he really didnât need an extra pair of ears listening to his stutter through and second guess himself. It eventually got so distracting, Fjord interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence.
âIâm sorry, but is there anything in particular you need?â he asked, cocking his head. He made sure to keep his tone light so Kingsley wouldnât think he was upset with him.
He hummed as he thought to himself for a moment, shaking his head. âNo, but you looked like you could use the company,â he quipped. Fjord had to chuckle at that, shaking his head out of fond annoyance.
âI appreciate the concern, but Orly and I can handle this.â When Kingsley still lingered, Fjord took it as a sign that he needed a more direct hint. âWhy donât you help Marius clan the canons? Iâm sure heâd appreciate the company,â he offered.
Kingsley let out an annoyed sigh and turned to leave. âSure thing captain.â
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#the unison âthanksâ is đŻđ#squealing santa 2k22#written for me!#tickle fic#critical role#mighty nein#fjord stone#jester lavorre#kingsley tealeaf#ler!fjord#ler!jester#ticklish!kingsley#not mine#author amazingmsme
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I've still got Sun and Moon stuff to do, but deltarune is making it hard to focus lol. Anyway, HERE! HAVE A WRECKED SALESMAN AND A JEVIL DEVIL!
#spamton lee spamton#lee!spamton#ticklish!spamton#ler!jevil#jevil deltarune#spamton deltarune#spamton g spamton#jevil the jester#sfw tickles#This is why he's afriad of clowns??? XD#Perhaps lol#But at least he's getting attention#both of them
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GET WEEHAWKENED IDIOT
Chester the Jester (Camp AU)
11 years old - Camper
He/him
Heavy southern accent, he's from Texas
He's been conditioned to believe that no one could love him by the way his mother has treated him his whole life. He wears the clown mask at all times to appear more friendly in a desperate attempt to make friends, unfortunately kids can be mean and often see him as "a freak" or even scary for doing so.
He's not good with words but tries to gift people things at any opportunity he has, and once he gets attached to someone he will do anything for them.
#weehawken 2023#camp weehawken#onceler fandom#onceler oc#my ocs#my lers#chester the jester#jesterler
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i am yet again holding myself by the scruff i want to say all for pink ok ok 2, 6, 7, 11, 24 for pink 5, 9, 10, 16 for chester 16 also for cupid for reasons that are innocent bats lashes
One of these days ur gonna let go of your own scruff and be free and the world's gonna explode cuz it can't contain you.
Buckle up this is gonna be a long ass post
2. "Something people wouldn't expect about your oc just by looking at them"
I think just in general Pink's personality can be pretty contrary to his appearance. He swears alot, he's somewhat irritable, he can be bitchy and sarcastic, he's down horrendous for like every man he's ever laid eyes on, he's depressed as all hell, more often than not his house is a mess, things like that. Also just his interest in horror. Also him being emo, he doesn't usually dress like it but say MCR within his earshot and good luck getting rid of him. Taking this man to Hot Topic is a disaster they got both worlds.
6. "How easily could he be convinced to do something against his morals"
Aaaaa this is a bit more difficult because Pink is pretty firm in his personal set of morals. But I mean like if you wanted to be an emotionally manipulative asshole you could like become close friends with him and then threaten to leave if he doesn't do whatever it is. That'll get him.
7. "What's one way they've changed since you first made them"
OH MAN PINK HAS CHANGED SO MUCH like almost completely. Some of that is just like figuring out what I wanna do with him and some of it is canon change (such as him becoming a bit more bold in the way he talks and more comfortable speaking up, that's a canon development not like a random change) You were kinda there when I made Pink cuz I interacted a bit with Eboy but idk if you remember, Pink was virtually a blank slate when I made him and was just kinda there To Be Cute and to just Go Along With Whatever Ended Up In My Askbox. So ig the main change now is that he just has a defined personality and depth as a character?
11. This is the weapon question imma skip since I already answered :3
24. Alternative life path they may have gone down
Ok ok so the main one would have been that Cupid DIDN'T become a huge dick and a betray him and they continue making music together and both become famous.
CHESTER TIME
5. How far is your oc willing to go to get what they want
Stalking and murder, mayyybe kidnapping
9. Lyric or quote association
Like all of My Axe and In My Room by ICP and An Unhealthy Obsession by Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra. I also really want to say Chop Chop Slide by ICP đ he's allowed to get goofy with his murder sometimes
10. An au that would be interesting to explore with him
Augh I think he'd be so much fun in Truffula Flu.
I also find the idea of an au where he is just Some Guy who plays a slasher in a movie would be so funny and idk why
16. What's his pain tolerance like
He has a very high physical pain tolerance, like to the point of being absurdly indifferent. Like bro might get a burn or gash and not even notice till he sees it. If he sees it he'll be like "oh yeah that kinda hurts damn" but his reaction to injury is so delayed
16. For Cupid as well
Terrible. This man has a very low pain tolerance but he's a complete bitch about it like pretending he doesn't care or that it's nothing, but he very much does care and will start whining about it nonstop. He's kinda pathetic ngl đ
#onceler fandom#cupidler#pinkler#ask pink ler#chester the jester#jesterler#eros evangeline#amari finch
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Attention Seeker
A/N: First TADC tk fic! lmk if you have any suggestions/prompts cause my brain is about fried atp.
Summany: Ragatha's ignoring Jax for being a prick. It's only after he brings Pomni into their little spat that she decides to do something about it.
Characters: Ler!Ragatha, Switch!Pomni, Switch!Jax
Word Count: 2004
Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Scroll if that's not your thing.
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"Raaaags! Ragathaaaaa! Rags, talk to meeeeeee!" The rabbit whined pathetically as he flopped face first to the floor to add to his dramatics.
Ragatha crossed her arms and stared blankly in front of her. She'd be damned if she gave into his theatrics after the stunt he pulled yesterday.
Pomni tip-toed her way over to the doll, careful to gauge her mood before speaking up.
"You're- uh- still not talking to Jax, huh?" The jester tried.
To no one's surprise, Jax pulled some underhanded shit during yesterday's game. Thankfully, that game was more tame than the usual as Caine decided to make all of them play a rather distorted version of 'capture the flag', only the playing field was covered in thick black tar-like substance, which made the game slower and over all less fun but Caine did say he was experimenting with ideas.
Long story short, Ragatha had gotten the other team's flag and was about to win before Jax thought it'd be clever to use poor Gangle as a lasso and trip Ragatha by her ankle. Causing her to fall face first into the gooey substance.
So yeah, Ragatha understandably ignored the purple prick for the rest of the day and supposedly the silent treatment carried onto this morning.
Ragatha scoffed at the question. "I have nothing to say to that jerk. Whatever Caine has planned for us to do today, I'm not saying a word to him." She said making direct eye contact with said jerk. Pomni swore she saw his ears go down a bit.
They both knew that wouldn't last. If there's one thing anyone knew about Jax, is that he can't survive without attention. And Lord, was he the biggest attention seeker Pomni's ever seen. Jax would just dedicate the entire day to pushing Ragatha's buttons until she snapped, earning everyone's attention as well as winning whatever sick game he'd imagined in his head.
Caine appeared not two minutes later and the cast proceeded with their little theme song as usual and afterwards, the ringmaster explained the rules of today's little adventure.
Another safe one, thank God. Pomni thought. Perhaps the man was starting to notice how strung out everyone had become and decided to cut them some slack.
Today's game was a timed scavenger hunt throughout the circus, with two separate teams taking turns in the main room to find the mising items as quick as possible while the other team waited in the hallway for their turn. They were split up into two teams. Ragatha instantly grabbed Pomni's hand and not even a split second later, Jax flung himself at the doll and screamed for Caine to team them up together.
Gangle, Kinger, and Zooble's team went first, which meant the other three were poofed into a random hallway away from the action.
Awkward.
Pomni fidgeted due to the tense atmosphere. Jax of course, took his chance to bug the shit out of the other girl. First trying to make conversation, then teasing her, then poking, shaking, singing, yelling, joking, flopping round again, but nothing seemed to break the doll's focus. Ragatha rolled her eyes at his theatrics before shooting them over to Pomni.
"Sheesh, these games have been real tame and non life-threatening lately right, Pomni? Seems like Caine's finally decided to cut us all a break!" She forced a laugh as she nudged the other girl.
Pomni looked rather taken aback by the sudden conversations but decided to play along nonetheless. "O-oh. Right. I-uh, really enjoy not being in danger for once, yknow?" She laughed nervously.
The rabbit shot up as the two continued their bland conversation, annoyed that he was being ignored completely.
Pomni felt rather proud of herself when Ragatha laughed at one of her jokes, her victory was short-lived however, letting out a yelp as she was suddenly yanked in the air by her underarms.
"HEY!-" She panicked and squirmed, having to force down a rather embarrassing noise that threatened to come out of her throat.
"Whatcha two ladies talkin' about?"Jax had that stupid smug grin on he always wore when he thought he was being smart. Ragatha, obviously, was not amused but threw in the towel anyways as it wasn't fair to Pomni to get her any more involved with their little spat any more than she already was.
"Put her down, Jax." The doll demanded.
Pomni tried to grab at the rabbit's gloved hands as she kicked her feet in the air. "Whaaaaaat? Weâre just having a little fun is all! Ainât that right, Pomni?â
The jester grunted and allowed her limbs to go limp, it was obvious she wasnât gonna get free by herself and didnât want to risk entertaining the rabbit any further.
âThis is not fun for me. Please put me doWN!!!-â
Pomniâs entire body went rigid as soon as that prick started wriggling his fingers under her arms.
She was able to keep her laughter in for all of maybe half a second before exploding in hysterical laughter. The awful sensation causing her to thrash almost twice as hard now.
âWhy laugh if youâre not having any fun, Bug Eyes?â Jax laughed along with her, pleased with the strong reaction.
Ragatha was still stone-faced, however, sighing as she moved to release the other girl.
âJeez you really canât go five minutes without bullying someone can you?â The doll grunted as she wrestled with the rabbits long ass arms. Jumping in the air a few times when he decided to hold Pomni straight over his head.
Ragatha was getting increasingly annoyed, Pomni was getting more hysterical by the minute, and of course Jax looked like he was having the time of his life.
But you know what? Two can play at that game.
âGohohod! You two are hilarious. Say Rags, this almost reminds me of the time Caine had you screaming in the air for saying- OOMF!â
The wind knocked out of Jaxâs throat as he was full-on tackled to the floor.
Thankfully, this gave Pomni the chance to escape but was still on top of the rabbitâs hands as she tried to compose herself.
âWhat the &!$@%# Rags?! I was just messing around, thereâs no reason to get all pis-â
âHold his wrists, Pomni.â
That was all the warning they got before the dollâs hands latched onto Jaxâs hips and began tickling him mercilessly.
The high pitch scream that tore from his throat probably wouldâve made the jester fall into another fit of laughter if she werenât so taken aback by it herself.
Thankfully she caught up to speed in time to get a hold of the rabbitâs hands that were desperately trying to free themselves.
âWAIT!!- WAIT WAHAHAHAIT!!!- RAGAHAHAHAHAAA-â
Oh my God heâs &!$@%# losing it. Pomni thought as she observed the poor guys reactions.
It was quite a sight to see fucking Jax of all people go berserk over something as simple as tickling. It was a little unnerving to be honest.
What was even scarier was Ragathaâs face hadnât changed from the ice cold scowl sheâs had on since Jax started all this shit.
She looked kinda angry.
âpleheheheAHAHAHA!!-â Jax wheezed. âYou cahAHAHAHANâT- You cahahahahanât just- BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!-â
âOh so itâs only fair for you to pick on people huh?â Ragatha spat. âY'know I think everyone hereâs had about enough of your &!$@%#, Jax. You wanted attention that bad? Well here you go! Letâs see how you like being bullied for once.â
Her hands migrated down to his upper thighs, the doll now settling her weight on his calves. Giving the rabbit just enough leeway to twist and buck his hips like crazy.
Though he seemed to be breathing a bit easier with the change in spots, didnât mean he still wasnât absolutely losing his mind here.
âahhâŚahahaHAHAHAHehe- ohkahahay! Okay! Iâm sohohorry! Is that what you guys wanna hear?! Iâll bahahahack ohohoff. Juhuhust- JUST!!-â
âYou sure all this is okay? Heâs starting to seem a bit lightheaded.â Pomni asked, more than a little concerned at the guyâs state despite what heâd pulled earlier. She knew they didnât technically need to breathe but that only means this situation must be really messing with him.
Ragatha looked up and stilled her hands before withdrawing them completely.
âTrust me, heâs fine. Weâve put his sorry ass through a lot worse. And he wouldâve kept tormenting you until Caine came in to stop him so he deserves everything he gets.â She explained as she got up from her spot on Jaxâs legs and made her way over to where Pomni was stationed over their victimâs head.
The brief intermission allowed Jax to gather his bearings and a bit of his audacity too it seemed like.
âYohohouâŚ*huff*⌠You two are going to regret this. D-Dohohohonât think for a second that you won anything. After all thereâs plenty of centipedes for me to-AAAAA!!!!â
That ungodly shriek was almost worse than the first one. The jerk didnât even get to finish his little vow for revenge before Ragatha dropped back down to scribble, squeeze, and prob rapidly over her victimâs belly.
âI know you canât fathom the feeling, Jax, but I was going to be nice and call it quits there. But you just donât know when to. Shut. Your. TRAP!!â
Pomni couldnât help herself from laughing this time. With nothing pinning the poor guyâs legs down, they were flying through the air in every direction while he screamed like a little girl.
Seriously, Pomni doubted even she could reach that kind of pitch.
The whole things was just ridiculous to watch. She was sure her ears were bleeding by now but she couldnât help the full on belly laughter that forced its way out of her.
Ragatha looked over at her friend as she doubled over in laughter. It was at that point, Ragatha truly realized how ridiculous this entire situation was and that scowl she had permanently plastered on her face finally bloomed into a smile as she too began to laugh.
Another ear-piercing screech and they were both done.
The two of them simultaneously lost their hold on their victim as they fell to the floor, rolling and clutching their stomachs as bouts of laughter poured out of them.
Jax layed there for a while, absolutely mortified at this entire ordeal. He began plotting his revenge almost immediately, if only to keep himself sane while hearing those two &!$@%# laugh at him.
Okay, maybe he wasnât fond of all the attention he received.
Just as the girlâs laughter was starting to die down, a voice boomed through the hallway.
âTerribly sorry for the wait, friends! It appears that thereâs been a rather embarrassing oversight on my part! You see, I told the others that Iâve hidden five items but instead only hid four! The fifth one was in my POCKET!-â
Caine explained as he pulled a rubber duck out of his pocket. Stopping himself abruptly seeing the state his other three guests were in.
Was it that funny? The ringmaster asked himself at hearing the two girlâs laughter finally dying down. That was before he saw Jax, still sprawled out on the floor and decided he didnât really want to know.
âDoes this mean we forfeit?â Jax slurred lazily.
âNonsense!â Caine announced, deciding to ignore the his guestâs disappointed groans. âThis just means we have to start a new game! You all seemed to LOVE playing âCapture the Flagâ yesterday! So I thought, why not give it another GO-â
Ragatha threw her shoe at the ringmaster before he even finished his statement. Of course, this prompted another bout of laughter from both Pomni and Jax this time.
Unfortunately, Caine took all of that as enthusiasm and prepared their little field from yesterday.
Pomni wasnât certain if those two were gonna bring their bad energy back on the field, not to mention Jax was no doubt itching for payback right about now.
One thing was for certain, though. Pomni was staying the &!$@%# out of it this time.
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Lustige Geschichten
..a Crit-mas Story for @amazingmsme for Squealing Santa 2k23!!
A/N: Happy Holidays, Merry Chrysler, and Happy Critmas to the amazing @amazingmsme!!!!!! I absolutely loved all your prompts so I tried to combine a few, I hope you enjoy this lovely holiday gift! đ (and shout-out to @hypahticklish for organizing and coordinating and presiding over this yearâs @squealing-santa)
Critical Role - Mighty Nein - ticklish!Caleb, featuring an assortment of very mean, lovely friends (most of the Nein)
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Words: 6.8k
Summary: Jester enjoys a nice story time, and Caleb, despite himself, has a fun evening under the persistent affection of his friends. Errrrybody hops on the tickle-the-wizard-out-of-his-keen-mind train.Â
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Caleb stretches his back a bit uncomfortably as he shifts in the wooden chair, having spent the last few hours in more or less the same spot âposture curled forward around the desk.
A cheerful, curious little âmurrpâ catches his ear. He glances over to find one of the tower cats, Rudi, strolling toward him.Â
âMm, guten Abend, Rudi.â
Rudi trots over and rubs up against his legs. His whiskers tickle at Calebâs ankle.Â
He smiles, eyes still on his book.Â
The light, fluffy feeling trails away a few moments later when Rudi pads over to the nearby sofa in the study outside Calebâs bedroom. Rudi circles a few times before plopping himself down comfortably on a cushion. He âmrrowâs and chirrups a few times, tail flicking impatiently as he looks over at the wizard.Â
âYou know, if you wanted some attention you could go find Jester, you know how she loves to cuddle with you at night.âÂ
Rudi meows and rolls over, rubbing his head into the couch cushions.Â
A few more minutes pass, not without an array of âmeowâs calling to him, inviting him over.Â
Caleb exhales, blowing a loose wisp of hair out of his face. âMmm. You are making it rather hard to concentrate.âÂ
Rudi responds in kind with a trill, rolling back onto his belly. He stretches, then flops onto his other side again in a move to beckon the wizard over to the soft cushions next to him on the couch. He purrs loudly, and then lets out another trilling meow, looking expectantly at Caleb.
âVery well then.â Caleb sighs. âBut Iâm bringing my book.âÂ
Rudi wiggles, baring his belly as Caleb sits down, a fair bit more comfortable than the wooden chair. Caleb holds up his book in one hand and pats Rudi with the other. He still often denies himself comfort and kindness out of habit â but, it can be nice to be pushed into it by friends (and cats) around you.
âThank you for the company.â Rudiâs resonating purr sends a wave of calm through Caleb where the cat is pressed up to his hand and thigh.Â
âHiiiii. You guys look cozy. Room for one more?â With a colorful blur and twirl around the corner into the doorway, Jester arrives on the scene, a cheerful smile apparent in her voice as she says. âHey, Caleb.âÂ
Caleb hums in acknowledgement, turning the page in his book. âHallo, Jester.â He says it without looking up, a dusting of pink on his cheeks at his unexpected guest.
In a few strides, the blue figure in his peripheral gets closer until he feels the couch dip next to him on the opposite side of where Rudi is curled up. âWhat are you reading?âÂ
âA book.âÂ
Jester harrumphs, shouldering against him with a pout. âA book about what?â
Caleb fights off a smile. He is already thoroughly distracted âso heâs made peace with ending his studies early.Â
He pretends to turn the page and continue reading, and Jester lets out a whine in a pitch befitting Sprinkle.Â
He lets her fester a few moments longer before he answers, failing to fully fight off his smile. âJust some texts on Pre-Calamity Exandria I borrowed from Essekâs libraryâ well, it delves into some history as well as specifics on the spells and magic of the time, the ideas behind it, and the history of uses within various schools of the arcane.â
âOh..â She scrunches up her nose. âI wanted to see if I could read with you. But that sounds pret-ty bo-ring.â
He hums in acknowledgement.
Jesterâs tail lashes side to side, impatient and bored âtwo qualities that, when found in her, tend to lead to an afternoon of mischief.Â
She sighs dramatically, leans her head on Calebâs shoulder to look at the book.
Caleb hums again, turning the page.
âIf I find you something more⌠fun to read⌠would you read it to me and Rudi?â She asks a few beats later.
Calebâs eyes flick sideways to her, a soft smile on his lips. âJa, sure, of course.â He turns the page. âNone of your smut, though.â He adds, fighting down a smirk.
She sticks out her tongue, and he has the good graces not to call her on it.Â
Getting up and roaming about his bookshelves, she begins. âOkay, okay. Whatâs a good oneâ ummm.. Let me look!âÂ
Caleb marks the page in his text as Jester fingers through his books.Â
âOh how about this one! Look at this guy, heâs so scary!â She makes a face, holding up the book. Thereâs a tall figure with wild, wiry, mad-scientist looking hair sprouting in every direction from his head â his face outstretched in a foul scream. His fingernails are longer than his hands themselves, and scatter, crooked, every which way from his hands.Â
âAh, thatâs a Zemnian childrenâs classic.â Caleb sits fully upright on the couch, closing his book.Â
Jester laughs out loud at that. âThis is for kids?â
He sets his book down on the table beside him. âJa. Der Struwwelpeter.â
Jester bounds over with a giggle, repeating the title in a silly imitation of Calebâs accent. She plops down and quickly snuggles into the corner of the couch, then turns to Caleb, making grabby hands in his direction.Â
His cheeks flush a little â as they always do in the face of such open affections â as he leans to sit closer to her on the couch. Itâs not a moment before he feels her arm loop around his shoulders.Â
âOhâ hi, ok.â Caleb lets out a nervous little laugh as she draws him closer. Rudi stands with a stretch.
âI wanna see the pictures- here, like this!âÂ
She shifts him, which he allows with a tired smile, until sheâs laying against the arm of the couch and he is dragged back against her, back to chest, his legs over hers up on the couch cushions. Her head comes to rest gently on the mop of his orange hair.
âPerfect! Are you comfy?â Jester asks brightly.
Caleb snorts a little, settling in to his new position practically lying down on the couch. He pretends to be a bit put out, but sighs and stretches one leg out and it bumps into the other arm of the couch. He puts one ankle up on the arm and bends the other leg at the knee, getting comfortable. Rudi find himself a comfortable spot across Calebâs thighs and plops down, continuing to purr.
âAlright, well letâs see,â he brushes off the cover. ââDer Struwwelpeter, oder lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder von Dr. Heinrich Hoffmannâ â this book is a compilation of funny childrenâs tales and illustrations.â He explains.Â
âWhich word means âfunnyâ?âÂ
âItâs this word here, âlustigâ.â Caleb points to the cover.
âLustige,â she reads and then laughs.
He reads each of the two first pages in their original form, a cadence coming to his lips at the familiar text. She doesnât understand what the words all mean, but it still sounds lovely, like an old song from far away.Â
Then, the story putters to a stop as he pauses to explain to her what it says.Â
He continues this way, reading, explaining, reading, explaining, holding up the book so Jester can look more closely at the pictures, scrutinizing.
A few pages deep, when he finishes the Zemnian, she suggests. âHm.. When you tell me what it says⌠Can you do it in a silly voice?â
âUm-â Caleb is a master of changing many things, but his accent is not one of them. He laughs again, a little sheepish. âOkayâŚâÂ
He clears his throat and then âin a terrible, silly imitation of Jesterâ he explains what the passage says in Common.Â
Jester laughs in delight and follows along.Â
She oohâs and ahhâs as Caleb reads each of the next pages in Zemnian and then explains what it says in his decidedly silly voice.Â
Jester lets out a gasp at the next turn of the page. âOohhhh my gosh, Caleb, itâs the guy from the front, look at his nails.â She grins, observing the full page of artwork depicting a large child âor, maybe, a small manâ with wild hair that looked like it had just taken a bit too much lightning damage, and with fingernails grown out much longer than his fingers. They stretch wildly across the page.Â
Caleb huffs out a little laugh. âMmhm.â
And then, because she is Jester, she continues. âDonât you think they would be..â She brings her own nails up to trace gently along the shell of his ears. âReaaaaally tickly?âÂ
A shiver runs down his spine. âHeh- ja, yes.â Caleb shakes his head a little, brushing off the flutter in his chest and flare of embarrassment. He takes one of his hands off of the book to swat at her hands. âYou would love them, Iâm sure.â
âOh, I really wouldâŚâ She smiles and wiggles a bit. âI would use them for so many pranks.. ooh and tickle fights. Oh, I would win every time.âÂ
Calebâs hand has successfully deterred her fingers from his neck.Â
But, he notes with a shiver, she just reaches down to pinch at his sides a few times instead.Â
He squirms, readjusting. âYou donât need any extra help. You already do.â His elbows donât quite clamp down to his sides, but come down enough to gently push her teasing fingers away.Â
Caleb feels the energy of the evening beginning to shift. Thereâs something flittering about inside him at that, but he presses on with the task, and the conversation, at hand.Â
But, a few more pokes and Calebâs arms press down harder on instinct. âJesterâ the book..â He reminds her, voice light with almost-laughter.Â
The cat shifts in his lap, giving Caleb a look that perhaps on a human would look annoyed.
Jester pulls her hands away from his sides, but quickly redoubles her efforts back up on the side of his neck, quick and gentle. âMmm. Right, right. Tell me more about âdar Schtruvvelpaterâ.â
âHey- ehe- hey.â He snorts again, scrunching his neck. âWould you stop itâ I-Iâm trying to read to you.â His voice is light, fluttering, and it cracks with a laugh around the words âit all comes out a little more high pitched than he intended.
Jester lets out a whine, clearly wanting to continue both. âYou can keep reading!â She giggles, pinching down his shoulders and around to the backs of his armpits.
âButââ He pleads, but then Jesterâs hands are down around the bottoms of his ribs again. âAh! Je- Jester I canâtââ He chokes out, snickering and wobbling back and forth between her pokes on either side of his rib cage. His elbows squeeze against his sides, trying in vain to protect himself while maintaining his hold on the novel.
Rudi yowls at them, indignant, and turns to plop up onto the back of the couch, curling up in the middle.
âOh sorry Rudi!â She chuckles. âBut, seriously Calebâitâs fine, I donât mind if you laugh!â Jester adds, and wiggles her fingers around and over his stomach.Â
Laugh he does, pressing the book against his middle in a poor attempt at defense. His arms do their best to attempt to cover a few of his weak spots, but Jester doesnât seem to mind the obstacle, easily finding others. She tuts at him and crawls her hands back up his sides.Â
Jesterâs fingers work their way up and then jump to his neck again. Caleb clings to the book for dear life, pulling it up to cover his face as he fights a continuous, losing battle with the giggles that Jester is keen to draw out of him.Â
âWaitâ hehe wait I- heh- I thought you wantedâ aha- ahâ y-you wanted me to read to you!â Laughter cracks through every word, climbing to the surface like weeds sprouting forth between the bricks of a worn path.
âWell I didâI do, but nowââ She shifts her legs, wiggling to get them out from underneath Caleb and then wrapping them around his middle to block him in against her chest and the couch. âI thought of something else I wanna listen to.âÂ
Caleb cackles when Jester scribbles, unexpected and intently, over his lowest ribs. âSch-scheiĂe! Oh noho- ahaHA NAHA-NEIN JESTER!â He nearly squirms out of her grasp, giggling and chasing her hands with his elbows âbut, heâs no match for her leg muscles âplus, heâs still trying to hold onto the book.Â
He just about jumps out of his skin when he suddenly picks up a green figure in his field of vision âFjord, who somehow made it halfway across the room without Calebâs notice. Shit.
Blushing further, the wizard closes his eyes and tries to hide his face between Jesterâs shoulder and the couch. âNoâ donât!â Caleb squeals between laughs as Fjord approaches.
âWhat are you two doing in here, hmm?â Fjord asks casually.Â
Caleb shivers, envisioning the grin on his face. He sucks in a breath and clamps his mouth shut, convinced that maybe he can avoid getting someone else involved if he holds it togetherâif he just doesnât laugh again for the next few seconds.
âHeâs reading me a story!â Jester responds, chipper.Â
âOh, that sounds nice.â And then, closer. âCan I listen too? How can I help?âÂ
Calebâs heart spins in a swirl of excitement and giddiness and nerves. âNooooohoho.â He responds, unable to hold back the giggles from his words.
âShhâ I wasnât asking you.â Fjord scolds.Â
Caleb whines, a little indignant, with a laugh into the crook of his elbow.
âOh I know!â Jester gathers excitedly, pointedly ignoring Caleb. âIâll hold the book and turn the pages, and you can hold his hands because they are probably, like- so, so tired from holding the book up this whole time, hmm?â She nuzzles against Calebâs ear then, teasing. âRight Caleb?âÂ
Caleb squirms, his legs kicking against the couch. âMmmmf noooooââ
âGreat idea, Jes.â Fjord answers just as Caleb chokes out another desperate little sound of protest as he breaks down into laughter.
âHere, give me this.â Jester commands, ceasing her light, tickling pokes and reaching to take the book from Calebâs hands.Â
He shakes his head, curling his upper body inward protectively. âNohohooââ Caleb cries as she pokes at his neck with one finger, bringing his hands back in toward his face.Â
Fjordâs hands wrap âfirm and unyielding as any proper sailorâs knotâ around Calebâs small wrists.Â
Caleb keens forward desperately with a high pitched laugh, and Jester pulls the book the rest of the way from his grip. âThere we go! Okay, okay, now then...â
Jester holds the book up above them, flipping to the page they left off on. Meanwhile, Fjord, standing beside the couch, gently tows Calebâs shaky arms up over red and blue mops of hair.Â
Caleb giggles, a few anxious little sounds of anticipation making their way out in between. He tugs weakly at his arms as he is brought back down against Jesterâs chest. âHnnnmfâ Fjord,â His voice is light, nervous. âW-waitââ
âCan you see okay? Keep reading, keep reading, go on!â Jester draws the book in toward his face.Â
A few quick, giddy breaths, and then he manages to read the next line of text between little laughs, his voice shaky, before itâs cut off with a squeal. âund die âCH AHH AHA HAHâ NEIN!â Jester has one hand off of the book and wiggles her fingers, close but not quite touching, just above his rib cage. He shakes his head. âDonât- donât tease! Bihihitte!âÂ
âHa!â Fjord laughs at that, squeezing at Calebâs wrists gently in comfort. âOh? Youâre asking Jester? Not to tease?âÂ
Caleb whimpers, shaking his head more. âI- I..â
Jester grins, pulling her hand even further away and dexterously wiggling her fingers at him. âIf I was âdare Schtruvel Peterâ I could tickle you from all the way up here!âÂ
âJesterââ Caleb sounds like heâs about to die, his voice strangled.
âAre you gonna keep reading or are we just gonna have to put the book down and focus on tickling you?â She asks, a faux impatience in her voice.Â
âNo! HA NEIN DONâT! Pleaseâ I canât!â
âSure you can, go on then!â Jester teases, her fingers wiggling threateningly above his rib cage.Â
Caleb shrieks and hides his head against his shoulder again.
âAlright⌠well, I guess youâll have to finish the story later, then.â Jester sighs. âFjord, can youââ She moves the book up over Calebâs head, wiggling it in the air.Â
âNo wahahait! Waitââ Caleb shakes his head, trying to wriggle his arms free.
One of Calebâs wrists is released so that Fjord can safely grab the old book and set it next to his other discarded pile on the table beside the couch. Immediately, the freed arm shoots down and presses against his side, blocking his ribs and armpit from Jesterâs teasing. His hand then comes up to cover his red face.Â
âOh no you dont.â Fjord says with a sternness as he grips Calebâs wrist once again, gentle but strong, and pries it up away from his face.Â
Caleb struggles, he fights him on it with a smile on his face, despite his show of protest.Â
Well, he struggles for all of three seconds before Jester pinches at the soft spot just under his ribs twice and Caleb flails, melting, and his already limited strength is rendered useless. Fjord gets both arms comfortably back up and pinned and leans over, smirking down at them. âDoes that book have any stories aboutâŚâŚâŚ tickle monsters?âÂ
âNeinââ He snorts, giggles coming out faster as Jester wiggles both hands toward and away from his prone middle, never quite touching. âBut I- I think I could hehâsend in ideas for their nehehext publication.â
Fjord agrees with a hum. She is rather terrifying.Â
âWhatâs that called in Zemnian, hmm Caleb?â Fjord asks.
âEheheâ what?âÂ
âYeah, yeah! How do you say âthe tickle monsterâ!â Jester asks excitedly.
He thinks, squeezing his eyes shut. âHehe it would.. it would be âdas Kitzelmonsterâââ He snickers as he says it, blushing a bit more.
âAww, thatâs so cute. âDas Kitz el Monstarâ.â Jester pokes at his ribs, whispering a quick, teasing âkitz kitz kitz kitzâ with each poke.Â
As soon as she does this, Caleb jolts. He realizes, too late, that heâs just supplied a new and dangerous fuel for the already devastatingly effective teases they both are. His back rockets up and away from Jester, face flushing hot. âStaha- stop- no! N-HNN DOHOHONâT!â His legs kick up and in toward his middle, but are blocked by Jesterâs legs wrapped around him.Â
With nowhere else to go, they start kicking wildly into the air and at the couch. âBITTE! Donâtâ donât say that!â His voice cracks on a loud laugh, neck and ears red hot with embarrassment.Â
Jester is known for her teasing and taking apart of defenses, and sheâs unmistakably the resident tickle monster of the group. Sheâs tickled and teased Caleb more times than she can count. He is always a sucker for it ânever fails to make things a little worse, a little more sensitive, a little more effective.Â
But, this time, she notices, he seems even more desperate to get away from the teasing. âAww, I know how much you looooove it when we talk about how ticklish you areâŚâ
âB-Bitteâ HAHA DONâTâ donât!â Caleb wails.Â
âIs it even wooooorse when I say it in Zemnian? Heehee! What was it? Kitzelmonster? Kitzel? Aww are you too kitz-kitz-kitzel-ish Caleb?â She scratches gently at his sides.
Caleb does his best impression of a contortionist, wailing and struggling against her in a way that seems more keen to actually get away than just for show.Â
âDid the Kitzelmonster get ya?â She giggles.
Heâs taken much harder â and much worse â tickling before, and never reacted quite so viscerally to teasing. Jester feels an evil, delighted little twist in her stomach at the knowledge.Â
âEheehee no! HAHA JESTERâ Please!! N-not that âdonât say it! Mist, stop it âplease.â
âHMMMMmm.â She ponders loudly, gently fitting one unmoving fingertip after another into the grooves of his ribs. With his squirming, heâs essentially tickling himself at this point. âHow about⌠if you ask me to tickle you, Iâll stop saying how cute and kitz kitz kitzel-ish you are!â
âNEIN!â Caleb shouts, indignant.
âIâll even give you a little break first if you ask nice!â She offers with a laugh. âBecause like, you kinda seem like youâre gonna die.âÂ
He says nothing, just laughs and shakes his head.
âOkay then.â He feels her shrug underneath him. Her hands pull away from his ribs.Â
He takes a nervous, shaky breath âjust in time for her fingers to walk up to Calebâs rib cage under his shirt instead and start doing something very fast and very effective.Â
He shrieks and breaks into desperate cackles. His laughter pitches up to a scream âand, just as quickly, she pulls her hands back out from under his shirt.
âNow, wanna try that again?â She opens and closes her hands like little claws, a few inches above Calebâs sides. âOr do you want me to keep talking about how kitz-kitz-kitzel-ish poor little ticklish kitzel-ish Caleb is?âÂ
Caleb shakes his head with a surprising voracity, his body flailing and jolting. Fjord nearly loses his grip on Calebâs wrists.Â
Still not touching him, she wiggles her fingers, and Caleb laughs as though her claws are already taking him apart.Â
âBITTEâ NEIN!â He pleads. âAHAâ STAHOP!â
She persists, voice dark and scary. âOh nooooo, Caleb! The Kitzelmonsterâs almost got you! And it brought its fri-ends!âÂ
As she speaks, teasing and throwing in every silly variation she can of the word that she can think of.Â
Her voice gets quieter from Fjordâs perspective as she leans in close and continues, whispering into Calebâs bright red ear.Â
Jester teases in a way that should be outlawed, truly a cruel and unusual punishment. Itâsâ heâs⌠laughing and squirming so hard already, and- and no oneâs even tickling him right now.Â
Tears in his eyes, face red and blotchy, Caleb eventually whimpers out âhis voice desperate, breathless, âJester- enough, STOP stop- stop saying it, plehehehehease! Okay! Okayâ ehehe! Stop!â He groans. âJust- just tickle meheHEHEEHEEââÂ
Her fingers zip in to do just that as Jester giggles triumphantly. âBy the way, next time we do this, Iâm gonna make you tell me how to ask for it in Zemnian.â She adds casually.
Through silly giggles, he asks. âNE-NEIN- Jester, ahaha, wh-why?â His eyes flutter shut.
Fjord laughs, the sound radiating warmth into Calebâs skin. âShe really is an evil little âKitzelmonsterâ, isnât she?âÂ
âFjord!â Jester scolds with a giggle as Caleb lets out a pathetic squeal in protest at his words.Â
Calebâs legs fly into the air, kicking at imaginary targets yet too uncoordinated to hit even those. His laughter rings out loudly in the room as Jester pokes and scritches under his arms.
âYou look like youâre ready to try out for the circus.âÂ
The sudden appearance of Mollymaukâs voice sends a chill down Calebâs spine.Â
His head snaps over to confirm that, yes, Molly is leaning casually in the doorway. Smile on his face. Mischief in his eyes. Fingers twitchy in a way he gets when he really wants something (and that âsomethingâ, often, is to draw lovely laughter from those close to him).Â
âBut really, Caleb, youâre going to hurt yourself if you keep floundering about like that.â
âHi Molly! Oh, youâre right. I did say Iâd give him a break,â Jester smiles, bringing her hands down to rest on his thighs, not tickling.
Calebâs deep breath out is fizzling with anxious snickers. âEhehehe M-Mollymauk.. Molly. Mollyââ How long has he been standing there?Â
âYes?â Molly purrs, drawing into the room.Â
Caleb looks up at the ceiling, whimpers. âPlease,â a breath, âyouâllâ ehe theyâllâ youâre killing mehehehee.âÂ
âIâm killing you? Ha. Well. Itâs a good thing Jesterâs close by.â Molly smirks, then, dramatically winces with a waiver of his hand. âMm. Well, I bet Caduceus isnât far anyway.âÂ
âHey! Rude!â Jester shifts to stick her tongue out at Molly. âAnyway. Donât you think heâs had enough of a break? Go get his feet!âÂ
âWhat? No wait! But you barelyââ Caleb cries out, drawing his legs as close to his chest as possible.Â
âYou bet-ter put those back downâŚâ Jester threatens, tracing featherlight circles into the skin of his sides, just under his shirt.Â
âNo!â Caleb wails in protest. His flailing kicks begin anew.
Well, if heâs going to be stubborn about it⌠Molly strolls to the other end of the couch, chuckles, and then, like a cat watching a flock of birds, begins batting at Calebâs legs and dodging kicks, hunting for the perfect in.
Uncoordinated, tickled, and giddy with laughter, Caleb doesnât make it long before Mollyâs towing one of his ankles down to the end of the couch with a victorious snicker.Â
âGot one!â
His other leg keeps kicking wildly, still unclaimed.Â
Thereâs a mixture of Common and Zemnian (or at least an attempt at them) in between loud, boisterous, shrieking laughs as Molly swipes a finger up and down his sole.
Jester moves her fingers up, two on each side, scritching lightly into Calebâs armpits.Â
Meanwhile, Molly fully disregards the free foot in order to devote his focus to holding down Calebâs ankle and wiggling more fingers under scrunched toes.Â
Molly gets a claw under and between some just as Jester adds more fingers to his underarms, and Caleb makes a sound so loud and desperate that heâs glad âsomewhere in his mind where he can remember to beâ that they is in his tower and not in the middle of a tavern room, surrounded by other rooms, with people around.Â
In the moment, he fails to consider, however, that there are in fact still people in the tower.Â
Calebâs not thinking about that, though. In fact, heâs not thinking about much at all right now, other than how badly this tickles.Â
âYou have ten seconds to put your other leg down, or Iâm gonna have Molly come up here and help me get your ribs.â Jester offers as a threat, pausing her tickling, as does Mollymauk.
A beat of silence aside from quavering laughter, then Caleb asks. âWh-when⌠when did you become so evil?â
Jester giggles. âAlways been!â And then she blows a raspberry on his neck.Â
âAAAIIâ OKAY!âÂ
She stops âand then, denying his better instincts, Caleb brings his other leg down shakily. He allows Molly to wrap both ankles up in the crook of his elbow.Â
The free purple hand wiggles delightedly, a few inches away from the trapped soles before him. He looks back over his shoulder at Caleb âwho looks absolutely lovely when heâs devastated in this way. Â
Caleb protests without any conviction. âThis isâ very unfair.âÂ
Jester pokes down his rib cage and over to his tummy.Â
âPleheâ oh nohoh-AHA haha nooooââ Caleb squirms, his head rolling back with laughter.Â
Just then, she starts to lightly spider her fingers over his stomach, while Molly does the same technique, alternating over each foot. Fjord watches each of them fondly, Jester clearly having the time of her life â she really is a âKitzelmonsterâ. They take turns, not wanting to completely overwhelm the tired, scrawny wizard, with Molly and Jester each watching the other and commenting on Calebâs reactions.
When Caleb opens his blurry eyes again, a few minutes and endless laughs later, he sees Veth, looming over the back of the couch next to a curled up Rudi. She gives him a smug, knowing little smile. It can be intense, electric, unbearable at times âbeing tickled âbut Caleb has confessed under the influence of alcohol and ticklish duress that he doesnât hate â or even enjoys, much to his chagrin â the opportunities that come up in his life for his brain to slow down and fog up a little bit, til there is no room for guilt and worry. He is in (many) good hands, after all. But, itâs nice to know she knows, sheâll be there, sheâll help take him apart a little too, if she likes, and, eventually, sheâll help reign in the tieflings if he needs her to.Â
Caleb canât hold her gaze for long, his eyes close just as Jesterâs fingers start poking into his sides repeatedly.Â
A moment later he gasps, curling his head and neck sideways at the first flutter of a light, fluffy edge of a feather along the shell of his ear.Â
âEhe- stahaâ Veheheheth!â Caleb stutters out through laughter. He attempts a peak at her and finds one of her feather-fall feathers held neatly in her mage hand, twirling about just beside his head. âAhahaâ nein!â
âWhat is this? You guys threw a wreck-the-wizard party without me?â Beauâs voice cuts through the already overwhelmed sensory input in Calebâs brain.Â
His voice is shrill, desperate in response. âNoâ hehehe nonononoâ Beheheheaureagard! Aha gehehehet out of hehehere! NOHOHOHO!âÂ
âOh, please. Donât bother.â Beauâs response is rippling with smug laughter as she waves dismissively at him.Â
Caleb soon becomes aware of a hand wrapping around his shins a few moments after she speaks. He curses between laughs and hopelessly tries again to kick his legs.Â
Beau moves one arm behind his legs and squeezes at his calf muscle once, twice, an attempted scolding for his jolts and kicks of protest. Caleb shrieks. Everyone freezes â it almost feels as though time stops for a moment.Â
Caleb yelps when she does it again, his breath sucking in a half-second later.Â
Jester peaks over Calebâs shoulder. âOooh, what did you do?â Her hands idle over Calebâs sides.Â
Molly looks over his shoulder, smug and grinning. âLookâ I knew your knees were bad⌠but.â
âLooks like someoneâs a little ticklish here.â Beau smirks, letting out a little evil laugh. She squeezes the back of Calebâs leg again, a few inches below his knee.Â
âNo!â He cries out, laughing. âDohohonâtââ
âYeah? And what are you gonna do about it? Laugh?â Beau snickers and begins squeezing the back of each of his legs, up and down the calf muscles. She kneels down beside the couch, finding the perfect angle. Meanwhile, Molly keeps Calebâs ankles locked up in a solid, tight hold, enjoying the show.Â
Caleb wails out a few more wheezy protests between cackles as Beau tickles up and down his legs. âDonât! Beauhohoâ hahaha stAHAHOP!âÂ
Jester wriggles underneath him as she repositions and trails her hands down.. down.. down as far as she can, lightly tickling down his ribs and sides as she goes, squeezing his hips, past where her own legs are wrapped around his middle. She reaches out, grabbing in the air at Beauâs hands âfingers still a decent distance from tickling anywhere near his calves or knees. âHa! Youâre ticklish everywhere Caleb!â Jester giggles into his ear.Â
âYeah, howâd you manage to hide this spot from us for so long?â Beau asks. âAre your legs this sensitive all the way up and down?â She pinches at the backs of his ankles all the way up to his knees, then continues up, squeezing around his thighs.Â
âEhehe- no! Leheheheheave them alone!â Caleb cries.Â
âNot a chance, man- ha! They so areâ look at you!â She pinches at a spot a few inches below his knee that gets him kicking â or, well, trying his best to. âYouâre fucking ridiculous!â She laughs.
Caleb lets out a noise somewhere between a snort and a plea. His laughter and thrashing continue to grow frantic.Â
Beau leans against the couch and wraps Calebâs knees up in one arm. She pinches and squeezes the backs of his calves with her free hand, a smug grin on her face.Â
Mollymaukâs tail joins her hand and tries to wiggle against the backs of his legs and knees. Meanwhile, his fingers keep up a quick tempo fluttering across Calebâs wiggling feet.Â
âEeheehee whahahahah-why are you tryhihing to kill mehehehee!?â Caleb cries out.Â
Jester watches delightedly as Beau and Molly drive him up the wall. She holds tight with her legs as he squirms and wriggles, desperate for escape.Â
âAww, you say that like itâs a bad thing!â Jester answers him, wiggling her fingers in a tease a few inches above his armpits. âWe wouldnât do it if you werenât having fun!âÂ
Caleb turns somehow even more red at that and lets out a pathetic little peal of laughter in response to her teasing.
Vethâs mage hand moves down to start poking at his top rib just under his armpit on the side nearest the couch.Â
âEheâ no! Neihihein! Bitte!â He squirms to the side, only to meet Jesterâs finger on the other side.
Molly and Beau pause to rearrange a bit, trying to figure out the best way to hold his legs while also watching his helpless little squirms.Â
Caleb sputters out giggles and half-worded pleas.
Jester ponders aloud. âI should probably call Yasha and Caduceus⌠I feel like theyâre going to be preeeeeetty bummed if they miss this. I know I would be.âÂ
âNoâ no!â Caleb squeaks.Â
Molly wiggles a finger up and down Calebâs arch while Beau squeezes just above his knee.Â
âUgh. Youâre right, Caleb. Thereâs barely any room for us. You need to make the couch in here bigger next time you bring up the tower.â Jester chastises, poking at his side in light, random patterns. âThereâs not enough room for everyone.âÂ
Caleb whimpers into his bicep through laughter.Â
âI have an idea..â Fjord grins, transferring Calebâs wrists to one hand and reaching down with the other to squeeze and tickle at both his and Jesterâs sides below.Â
Caleb cackles with a renewed desperation, while Jester cries out. âHehehee- hey! Hah-â She gasps in fake offense before breaking into giggles.
âLetâs move âim to the bed.â Fjord finishes his thought with a few pokes under Calebâs arm.Â
âMmmfâ nooooo hehââ Caleb protests weakly, his face tingling with a happy, giddy silliness âsweet and warm under his skin like fresh honey.Â
Fjord releases his wrists and reaches down with both hands, and âeasily besting the now flailing armsâ hooks his hands underneath Calebâs shoulders and around to his armpits. He lifts up. Caleb squeals. Fjord wiggles his fingers a bit. Caleb makes some kind of choked laugh.Â
Then Caleb is shaking his head more fervently as Beau reaches to lift him under his knees. Mollymauk releases his ankles with a grin.
âBitte, you-youâve had your fun! Y-youâre killing me! Mercy!â Caleb pleads, his eyes wide as Beau and Fjord make quick work of lifting him up.
He scrambles for any sort of anchor or purchase âa steady moore out in the sea of giddiness and laughter heâs found himself caught and floating in.Â
âHey!â Almost on cue, a familiar sensation of Jesterâs claws make their reappearance on his sides. âThatâs mine! Give him back!â She scolds.
âNAHAâ ehehehee, donât!â Caleb canât stop himself from squirming and flinching away as Jesterâs fingers prod and tickle at the wizard above her.Â
She snickers, delighted, and her fingers follow along for as long as she can reach him. Noticing this, Fjord and Beau seem to take an extra long time moving him up and away from the couch âand out of tiefling range âover to the bed.Â
Finally, heâs out of Jesterâs range. His breath comes in shakily as they deposit him gently on his mattress. Heâs red-faced, tears welling up in his eyes with a few running messily down his cheeks. His eyes are squeezed shut to hide from the scrutiny and knowing smiles of his companions above.Â
âHee- oh nohohoââ Caleb whimpers with a smile. He reaches up with a shaky hand and grips one of his pillows, dragging it down over his head to shove his burning face into.Â
âAww, Caleb! Are you hiding from us?â Jesterâs voice alone draws an extra giggle from him behind his pillow.Â
Caleb shakes his head behind the pillow.
âCome onnnnn, whereâs that smile?â The mattress sinks as she climbs onto it near him.
âNooooooo..â Caleb whimpers, wrapping both arms around the pillow and smushing it tighter against his face. It doesnât do much to muffle his anticipatory laughter.Â
âWhat do you mean ânoâ?â Jester scoffs. âDo you know who youâre talking to?â
Calebâs legs kick at that, drumming against the bed as it dips a few more times âMolly and Veth, he concludes, since Jester is already looming next to him and Fjord and Beau still have hands on his shoulders and knees.Â
âAlright, come on, letâs get him already!â Beau declares impatiently.Â
âAh, I love the spirit, Beauregard, but it can be so much fun to drag it out âbuild him up, topple him overâŚâ Molly traces a delicate nail down Calebâs chest. Caleb shivers deliciously. The claw lifts away.
Jester snickers. âWe already tickled him like soooo much on the couch, Molly, heâs already all mush-brain. Come on!â
âOh alright âyouâre right, youâre right.â Molly shrugs, crawling his way up to Calebâs other side.
Caleb wails into the pillow when two sets of tiefling claws touch down gently over his midriff with purpose, leaving teasing trails down his sides and over his stomach and lowest ribs. âMmpppph- n- nahaha- oh nohohohoâ eheh oh dohohohonât! Bitte! Mmmf-aha ahahaha! Pleaseâ please!âÂ
Fjord leans down, taking Calebâs hands with ease into his own and pulling them up over his head. He adjusts, laying on the bed while keeping Calebâs arms trapped against the mattress. He shifts the pillow over and off of him so that he can get in close to Calebâs pink face, then nuzzles into the side of his hair.Â
âMmm. Itâs too bad I canât use my hands.â
Caleb feels some quiet relief at that. Maybe a little disappointment too, but he doesnât have the wherewithal to focus on that.Â
Still, some sliver of Calebâs mind registers the rumbling chuckle Fjord gives as dangerous as he continues. ââI guess Iâll have to improvise, then.âÂ
Calebâs voice catches in his throat as Fjordâs words take on meaning just in time for lips and scruff to brush right up against Calebâs ear.Â
âEeheehee- ah! Yeehehehee- youâ aha- no NO plehease!âÂ
âAww, heâs soooooo cute!â Jester squeaks with a few pinches to his ribs.Â
Caleb jolts under them with a whine. âHa- aha I- nooooâ Iâm âahahaha Iâm not!âÂ
âYes! Yes you are!â She pinches his cheek just as Fjord sucks in a breath. Helpful little Kitzelmonster she is, Jester brushes Calebâs hair away from the side of his neck.
âNein!â Caleb cries as the breath comes out as a vibrating, ticklish, raspberry on his neck.Â
Caleb is soon lost to cackling laughter as Molly and Jester prod and tickle at his middle while Fjord mouths along his neck and ear. And it isnât too long before he registers two sets of blunt nails âBeau and Veth, his mind helpfully providesâ that have touched down on his feet. He doesnât even try to kick beyond the instinctive flinching away âhe knows heâs not going anywhere.Â
The feelingâ a mindless bliss not unlike that of an evening spent polymorphed âbuilds slowly. But, soon enough, Calebâs mind feels light, unbothered and untethered, as his thoughts swirl and spark with the ticklish input from what seemed like every nerve. There is a⌠a warmth that accompanies it, one that Caleb comfortably slips into with a strange familiarity as though it is where he had always belonged.Â
Jesterâs voice cuts through the sound of Calebâs laughter as she begins her sending spell. âHey, Yasha? Are you with Caduceusââ Fjord briefly gets a panicked look in his eye as she starts, jerking his head back and realizing he canât count her words out as easily. He taps his fingers into the skin of Calebâs wrists one at a time in counting as she continues, âyou guys should come up to Calebâs room, weâre having a lot of fun! Hurry up you donât wannaââÂ
Caleb feels Fjordâs fingers wiggle individually against the thin skin of his arms. They arenât the only ones âall in all, he registers Jesterâs fingers fluttering around under his arm and pinching at his lower ribs with her other hand, Mollyâs claws spidering menacingly over his belly, Beauâs arm tight around his ankles, her fingers pulling back his big toes while Veth wiggles her nails all over his feet. His mind feels dizzy and fizzling âsome kind of gelatinous consistency, perhaps.Â
One of Calebâs last coherent thoughts is that it was at least a mercy (or⌠was it a tragedy?) that this hadnât happened in Beauâs room, where he could have ended up having to watch this giggling, disheveled vision of himself taken apart in the mirror over her bed by his friends.
As it is, he simply closes his eyes and lets himself be lost, swimming safely in the sea of hands poking at him from every direction.Â
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Zemnian (German) | English Translations: von - from bitte - please nein - no der Struwwelpeter - the âshock-hairedâ Peter (book) lustige Geschichten - funny/amusing stories drollige Bilder - funny pictures ScheiĂe - shit Mist - crap/shit das Kitzelmonster - the tickle monster guten Abend - good evening Mm yeah ..and Iâm just goingâŚto include these⌠kitzeln - tickle (verb) kitzlig / kitzelig - ticklish das Kitzel/n - the tickle / the tickling (noun)
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ADDITIONAL AUTHORS NOTES:
A/N: And now friends and readers who are still here, if you look to yourâŚdown â what youâll see are some fun notes I did and things I learned while researching things for this story â also side note â itâs been about 10 years since, but I took 5 years of German from middle to high school, Iâm not by any means fluent but I remember decent enough (and I had the power of the internet and search engines on my side)!!:Â
ANYWAY â I wanted to figure out some strange quirky little Deutsch storybook that I could have Caleb have in his library, something with a catchy (see also: silly) cover or title that would draw Jesterâs eye..
Found this very quickly with a search for German childrenâs stories. <â yeah, my silly little lee brain was like âlol those nailsâ immediately â had to use.Â
Fic title was inspired from the book cover and title / description
Link to the book on Amazon đÂ
Did a decent amount of skimming and looking over, I was immediately thinking German fairy tale / kids story, and theyâre usually kind of brutal in Germany.Â
Did cross my mind to use der Katzenprinz or not go into as much detail on the book, or have her try to convince him to read Tusk Love⌠đ đ Â
Oh great! (affectionate) now am I gonna have to write that? (compulsive)
Yes!Â
I was conflicted on which translation to use to refer to Jester in âZemnianâ. I saw Hoffnar (court jester, kingâs fool) , Narr/Närrin (fool, jester, joker), and SpaĂmacher (joker, jester, clown) but literal translation of this one is fun-maker which I feel fits Jester very well. She makes fun, is fun, joke, jests, and is all around silly and teasy the whole fic so. Yes bby girl. In the end I ended up scrapping this longer title but it was essentially gonna be "Lustige Geschichten von der Spamacherin" but twas shortened.
Moving on from the language and literature ⌠the em..um⌠erm.. position was inspired from this lovely video (also recently found out sheâs very happily lee and Iâm like YES GIRL. ITS SO MUCH MORE DJFJFJJG TO SEE AND KNOW THEY LOVE/HATE/LOVE IT hsjsjdkf. Truly inspiring. What good friends. Caleb deserves to be in her position.Â
List of some of the lovely prompts / ideas that inspired parts of the story - original prompts in green:
Critical Role c2
1. Caleb & anyone
2. Fjord & Jester
3. Caleb & Fjord
4. Essek & anyone
5. Any combo of the mighty nein youâd like
me: yess. yes. now that Iâm making this I realize Essek isnât there. (Neither are cad or yasha, theyâre⌠meditating and drinking tea). Essek needs to have a turn helping them melt Caleb.
A has noticed that B is acting much sadder & moody than usual, little do they know that B is hamming it up in the hope of getting cheer up tickles. Whether the beans are spilled or not is up to you ;) (by beans I mean the fact they were trying to fake it)
me: I had a few ideas from various prompts floating around in my mind but also sometimes these fics just flow out of my brain â they go where they decide theyâre gonna go! Iâm sure you know! Anywho, it doesnât exactly go into sad and moody but stoic and boring and drawing the silliness out of them.Â
We love a good flustered blushing silly Caleb, we also love a stubborn little journey to get there while slowly losing his composure.Â
I feel that Caleb knew what would happen as soon as JesterÂ
a. sat on the couch with him
b. picked out the book
c. asked him to read to her, or
d. pranced into the room.
But either way he was #ready to be silly as soon as she came in - some serious #leebehavior immediately winding her upÂ
A has really ticklish calves & B finds out while pinning them to tickle their feet, & they immediately switch targets
me: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR VERY OWN BEAUREGARD LIONETT PLEASE!!!Â
TICKLISH CALVES! TICKLISH LEGS! AHH!
I love this so much fr fr fr frÂ
See, butâŚ. What if you have multiple friends and multiple hands⌠:D
A has been trying to get Bâs attention when it becomes clear theyâre deliberately being ignored.
me: love this trope so much
Calebâs brain: I MUST ANTAGONIZE JESTER IMMEDIATELY. BUT SWEETLY.
Calebâs brain: tells Jester how to say âtickleâ in his native tongue
Calebâs brain a few min later: in turmoil over why he makes it soooooo much worse for himself â well for a few more minutes until he gets all wobbly and brain-buzzy
A either has something B wants or wonât do their job & need some convincing in the form of Bâs tickling fingers
me: inner Jester monologue âCome on Caleb. Read the book. Read it. Do a silly voice. Read while I poke at your ribs. I donât mind if you laugh. Come on keep trying. Okay I guess Fjord and I are just gonna drop the playful ruse. But youâre finishing that book for me later.â
Final Author's Note â
I hope this holiday gift pleases you, my dear @amazingmsme! Happiest Squealing Santa to Thee! 2023! Iâm so happy I got you for the exchange and I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and new year!!!!!!!!!!Â
#amazingmsme#squealing santa 2k23#ss2k23#critickle role#lee!caleb#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT PLS ENJOY#IT WAS A BLAST TO WRITE AND TO SEND YOU LITTLE SNIPPETS THROUGH THE DAYS LEADING UP TO CHRISTMAS#I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL HOLIDAY#ticklish!caleb#gives me life#tickle fic#tickling#mine#critical role#fluff#funny stories#ler!jester#ler!mollymauk#ler!fjord#ler!beauregard#ler!veth#poor bb caleb#its ok he has fun#mage hand tickles#tickles#teasing#story time#lustige Geschichten#cr#cr fic
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In which Caleb fails his intimidation check and the Nein use their squishy wizard as a distraction. Critickle role fic!
Fandom: Critical Role (The Mighty Nein)
Words: 2,938
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A/N: Listen, I ship Caleb with laughing and being loved and I simply could not handle the silliness of him hanging upside down by his ankles without doing something about it. So hereâs my take on an alternate version of the rope trap scene in episode 50.Â
âYou do not want to tangle with the spirits I command!â Caleb snaps his fingers as he says this, summoning both his cat and four floating globules of light into existence in front of him. The swoosh of his hand to cast comes out a bit harder than he intends, and he can feel himself swing side to side with a bit more intensity. His coat falls down even further and he chokes on the end of his sentence, coughing as both his coat and a bit of dislodged dirt from the cavern ceiling fall right onto his face. Frumpkin lands sideways on the ground a few feet away, letting out an indignant yowl. Somewhere to his left, Caleb can hear Beauregard fail to stifle a snort.
Thereâs a tense pause. Then - cackles. The pack of kobolds are nudging each other and pointing at the slowly swinging Caleb, hooting and hollering with laughter. In between the kobold cackles, Caleb can hear the muffled chuckles of his friends.
This is unfortunate.
Caleb reaches up quickly, trying to push his coat back down. Unsuccessfully. It slumps right back down in his face.
As he does this, the armored kobold leader turns to look at the pack over his shoulder, a crooked but sharp grin appearing on his face as he waves his shortsword towards the slowly swinging prey right in front of him. Thereâs an almost-palpable electric excitement crackling in the air. Caleb can barely hear the words he speaks next, but he recognizes them - heâs too disoriented to tell if itâs through his spell or because theyâre in Common, but it doesnât really matter. They make his blood run cold either way.
âGet large food! Go!â
Immediately there's a whooping battle cry that rings throughout the cavern, and with a swoosh Caleb feels himself swing backwards wildly as several kobolds leap forward, their claws finding purchase on his body. He grimaces and brings his hands up to block, readying himself for an attack.
Thereâs a flurry of movement to his left as the rest of his party is spurred into action as well. Caleb hears Fjord summoning the falchion with a whoosh. Nott nocks an arrow into her crossbow swiftly and lifts it up, ready to fire. Beau is in a battle-ready position instantly, lurching forward.
The kobold leader spins to face them, shortsword out. âNo touch food! We eat you next, huh?â
Itâs at this point that Calebâs focus is yanked away from whatever his friends are doing - by a sudden, startling, feeling on his side. Heâs halfway through the hand motions for Fire Bolt - aiming for the rope in hopes of burning through it to free himself - but he drops his hands on instinct, trying to swat away the kobold that is currently using it's back feet to cling onto him while it digs around in his book holsters. The kobold only clings on tighter, and its tiny, sharp claws prod deeper into Calebâs ribs. Caleb chokes on a yelp and squeezes his eyes tightly shut.
He had forgotten about this particular sensation. It's been years since he felt it, and a large part of him assumed that he would never feel it again - that he would never be allowed to feel it again. He had put it out of his mind, locked the memory away in one of the many dark corners of his mind.
But here, with the kobold nails scratching against his sides, thereâs no ignoring it.
Those claws really fucking tickle.
And Caleb is possibly even more ticklish than he remembers.
He clenches his hands into fists and bites down on his tongue. He needs to keep that particular bit of information out of his friends hands.
The kobolds are really scouring his form now - digging through any and every pocket and poking and prodding around his holsters and down his legs all the way to his ankles. Their nails are sharp but they no longer hurt - theyâve moved on to a far worse feeling. One that has Caleb squirming side to side in a desperate attempt to get away and forces him to bite down hard on his lip to keep a snort at bay. ScheiĂe, this is not good. He needs to get out of this rope.
Suddenly Caleb feels a firmer poke in his ribs. He yelps without thinking, and looks over to seeâŚoh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
A larger kobold, wearing a mischievous grin. Jester. Right next to him, eyes bright, and one finger held out in his direction.
Caleb opens his mouth to say something - and promptly closes it again, swallowing a gasp that feels a bit too much like a giggle for his liking, as a kobold pokes a particularly sensitive spot next to his holsters. He bites his cheek. He do it. He can brace against this.
Jester giggles at him and turns to the small cluster of kobolds watching her in awe. âLittle meâs! Câmere, câmere!â She wiggles her fingers in the air - an action that has Caleb flinching even though it's not directed at him (yet, his mind helpfully supplies, and he shivers). The kobolds scuttle forward, looking curious but still hesitant. Jester repeats the action, wiggling her fingers rapidly through the air and pointing towards Caleb. Wiggling, pointing. The kobolds creep closer still. Caleb squeezes his eyes shut at the last second.
And promptly opens them again with a shriek he can't manage to stifle, as ten tiefling claws scribble over his exposed side.
Jesterâs laugh completely blows her kobold cover. She turns back to the actual kobolds - who have leaped back, snickering, at this sudden noise - and gestures for them to join her. They jump forward and land right on Caleb, claws out and wiggling, mimicking Jesterâs movements. Jester, still laughing, dives right back into tickling up and down Caleb's sides, around to his stomach, and up towards his ribs.
And Caleb cracks. Laughter bursts from his throat and he dissolves into cackles. âJehehehehe-ster! Bitte, nohohoho, dohohohonât!
Jester just giggles along. âBut Cay-leb! This is so much fun!â Her claws never stop moving. And Caleb canât stop laughing. Heâs swinging side to side, desperately searching for purchase along the wall, reaching for the ground, anything to get away from all these claws.
No luck. The rope around his ankles keeps him firmly suspended, and as the dozens of claws from both kobold and tiefling scribble and wiggle and poke and prod over every inch of his body, all Caleb can successfully manage to do is laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And find himself hoping beyond hope that this will never end because itâs quite possibly the most fun heâs ever had.
A screech leaves his lips as he feels a sudden pinch to his hip - and he immediately takes that thought back as he looks over to see Beauregard grinning at him, hands poised over his hips. Nope, no, there's no way heâs making it out of this alive. Heâs going to die. Of laughter or embarrassment, he's not yet sure. Possibly both.
Beau canât hide a laugh at the look on Calebâs face when he sees her. Then her hands are flying up and down his sides with terrifying monk speed, pinching and squeezing and seeking out every possible ticklish spot with horrifying Cobalt Soul precision. And Calebâs vision goes white. His brain feels like fuzz and static. Heâs gone, lost in a world of mirth, where there is nothing but laughter and ticklishness and more laughter. He gives up trying to bat Jester and the kobolds away and drops his arms down, covering his face.âBitte, Jehahahahahester, bitte, plehehehehehahahahaha-ease!â He doesn't know whether he's begging her to stop or keep going.
Luckily for him, Jester does not take any time to find out. She, Beau, and the kobolds all lock onto the newly exposed spot at the same moment, and the next thing Caleb knows there are at least fifty fingers and claws in his armpits. His laughter, impossibly, kicks up another notch and his face feels like itâs going to crack in half from how wide heâs beaming. That's it, he is quite sure this is how heâs going to die.
But he canât quite bring himself to wish it would end.
A few feet away, Fjord, Nott and Yasha have slowly lowered their weapons and are watching this show with puzzled looks. Caduceus lowers his staff, a smile on his face. âWell that's nice.â He beckons to the nearest kobold. âHey. Do you have a bag? I can fill it with food if you do.â The kobold scuttles over, carrying a large sack, and the soft glow of Caduceusâ magic lights the interior of the chamber as he fills it with food. The koboldâs face shifts into a look of amazement as it reaches out, tasting a piece.
Thereâs a sudden screech - blending into the sound of Calebâs own cackling laughter ringing in the chamber - as the kobold leader leaps forward, slapping the hand away. Caleb stops fully paying attention around then - as someoneâs fingers find their way onto his neck and another set worms their way beneath his chin and heâs lost again to silly giggles - but he barely makes out a conversation happening between Fjord, Caduceus, Nott and the kobold leader. He thinks he catches the words âgator skinsâ - but itâs hard to tell when his own skin is being merciless attacked with scratches, pokes and wiggling fingers and his brain is still laughter mush.
An eternity later (exactly thirty-eight seconds, Calebâs mind fills in), a whistle cuts through the laughter. Fjordâs gruff voice follows. âMighty Nein! Câmon, weâre done here. Letâs get moving.â
Jester slows her fingers to a crawl - but does not pull them away, which is almost worse - and turns to Fjord with a pout. âAww, but Fj-ord! We're having so much fun! Arenât we, Caleb? Arenât we, little meâs?â
The kobolds donât respond, just continue their wiggling and tickling over every inch of Caleb they can reach, chirping and grunting to each other. And Caleb, still lost in giggles, could never hope to respond himself.
He does, however, notice Beau pull her own hands away - thank the gods - and rest a hand on Jesterâs shoulder. âCâmon, Jes. We can finish tickling Caleb senseless later. We don't need the rope, he's easy to catch.â
Jester heaves a sigh but pulls away. Beauregard reaches up with a shuriken and cuts the rope, leaving Caleb to drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He rolls onto his back, still laughing, as about half the kobolds run, cackling, back to the pack, carrying coin and other various supplies theyâve stolen from him. Several others remain, claws still wiggling against Caleb as he rolls side to side on the ground with his arms wrapped around his sides in an attempt to shield whatever he can manage.
Jester shoos them off. âThat's enough, thatâs enough! Go on, go, go.â The kobolds scatter away from the laughing wizard quickly, before turning to watch Jester almost reverently from a short distance away.
Caleb throws his arms over his beet-red face, gasping for air. Jester bends down over him, still wearing that ear-to-ear grin. âCaleb! Youâre really, super ticklish!â
Caleb says nothing, still shaking with residual giggles. Jester giggles along and takes hold of his hands, pulling them away from his face. Caleb groans and turns his face away from her, attempting to hide it in the dirt floor. Jester just giggles again and dips forward to lay on top of him, giving him a one-sided hug and a gentle kiss on his cheek, which sends his face flushing red again.âDid you have fun? Because we sure did!â
Caleb rolls over to face away from her as soon as she sits back up. His giggles are trailing off but that pesky, wide grin stays persistently on his face. He takes a deep breath, catching his breath. ââFunâ would not be the word Iâd choose, butâŚscheiĂe, Jester, you certainly have a talent for torture.â
There's a sudden skittering sound from across the room as a few of the kobolds that had been watching their large kobold goddess suddenly rush towards her and the exhausted wizard. Caleb flinches on instinct. But the claws aren't tickling anymore. Theyâre copying Jester's actions - resting their hands on his and leaning in to lick his face. It doesnât tickle - but itâs so silly, and Caleb canât help but laugh despite himself.
Jester squeals at this sight. âAw-eeee! Look, they love you Caleb!â
Caleb bats the kobolds away. He still has not managed to stop smiling. âJa. Maybe. Anyway, we need to get moving before they decide to - ah, eat me.â
âAww, no, they wonât eat you, will you?â Jester is now cooing at the kobolds that are still trying to snuggle around Caleb. She turns back to Caleb, flashing him that bright, mischievous grin. âThey were definitely probably going to do that before though. I definitely kept them from eating you.â
âI might have preferred that, actually,â Caleb mutters. Heâs pushing himself up from the ground. Still attempting to cover that persistent leftover smile that dances underneath his beard, as he looks up to find Beauregard staring at him.
Beau gives him a smirk. âYou made a great distraction.â
Caleb shoots her a glare - aware that it's dampened by his still-present smile - and opens his mouth to snark back. Before he can say a word Fjord steps forward, frowning. âYes, a great distraction. Other than being loud enough to summon every other monster in the area. Letâs get moving before either they show up or these guys decide to eat us after all.â
Caduceus, who Caleb notices is already walking down the tunnel ahead, chimes in over his shoulder. âNah, I donât think they're going to eat us anymore. We made a deal.â
âYup. Yeah. Yup. A deal, that we did.â Fjord is still eying the kobolds warily. âAnyway, let's go.â
Jester pushes herself up, away from Caleb, and turns towards Fjord - calling over her shoulder, âNugget, come on!â Nugget bounds over, stopping on the way to give Caleb a slurp on the face. Caleb splutters on another laugh.
Beau helps Caleb the rest of the way up off the ground, giving him a smack on the back that sends him staggering to the side as he walks away. Caleb turns to give her a look of disbelief - but heâs still smiling, scheiĂe - and she just flashes him a grin. He settles for a shake of his head and turns away to catch up with the others.
Jester, it seems, is now eagerly interrogating the kobold leader about the worm and the army following it, while Fjord and Yasha wait next to her, looking impatient. Nott, off to the side, catches Calebâs eye. Sheâs clearly biting back a smile and she gives him a look he canât quite decipher. Caleb averts his gaze quickly and hurries to catch up with Caduceus.
Caduceus looks over as Caleb joins him in the tunnel ahead. He gives the wizard a warm smile. âAh. Have fun? That looked nice.â
Caleb brushes himself off, carefully avoiding eye contact with the firbolg. âAh, umâŚnoâŚbut Iâm happy to have provided a distraction.â
Caduceus chuckles. He catches Calebâs eye anyway as Caleb straightens up, and his smile grows even warmer. Thereâs a knowing glimmer in his eyes. âAlright then.â
Jester comes bounding up then, closely followed by Fjord, Nott, Yasha, and Beau. She rushes up to Caleb, all bright, toothy grin and fingers jabbing into his side, which has Caleb jerking away, yelping. Jester giggles. âThis is so great, Caleb! We can have tickle fights now!â She flashes him another bright grin. Caleb just stares at her, fighting for his life to keep his face stoic.
Jester, undeterred, turns to Caduceus instead. âRight, Cad? We can have tickle fights!â She gives his side a quick jab and is rewarded by a flinch away and a soft chuckle. Jester looks absolutely delighted at this - and Caduceus looks pleasantly surprised himself as he gives her a soft grin.
Caleb steps a few feet away from this and watches the two of them for a moment, before giving a glance behind him at the rest of his friends. Theyâre looking right at him. Definitely talking about him. He looks away quickly, feeling his face heat up again.
Thereâs a sound next at his side, and Caleb turns to find Beauregard walking quietly next to him. She gives him a nod. Without returning it, without saying a word, he reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder. And with a quick snap of his fingers, poof - his vision drops into Frumpkin's.
Beau places her hand over his on her shoulder. Itâs warm and gentle and affectionate in a way that Caleb is barely familiar with - and if his emotions weren't dulled by being inside his cat, he might be tempted to say something.
But heâs not there. Heâs watching through Frumpkinâs eyes as the kobolds whisper amongst themselves and two start following after them. Soon enough heâll have to say something to the others, let them know about this new development.
But walking there, hand on Beauregardâs shoulder, her hand firmly on top of his, vaguely aware that up ahead Jester and Caduceus are starting a tickle fight all of them are sure to be dragged into, Caleb can catch his breath, calm his mind, and be grateful that, in this moment, no words are needed.
#critical role#the mighty nein#critickle role#lee!Caleb#ler!Jester#ler!Beauregard#very very brief moment of lee!Caduceus#maybe I'll write a sequel with more of that#plus someone needs to pry Caleb's feelings around tickling out of him and it's probably going to be Cad#also I need to do something about Fjord because he turned out to be a bit of a dick in this#and that's a terrible choice on his part considering it's CANON that he's ticklish and that Jester knows this#caleb widogast#jester lavorre#beauregard lionett#caduceus clay#fjord stone#nott the brave#m9#critical role fic#critical role tickle fic#critical role tickling#tickling community#tickle community#tickle fic#sfw tickling community#critickle role fic#ticklish!caleb#critical role tickles#cr tickles#my fics
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Jax's Downfall
Summary: Jax has played one too many mean pranks, and Pomni wants revenge.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Rather intense tickles, Jax is an asshole but he gets his just desserts, swearing (haha censored though)
A/N: Jay! Thank you for the wait! And I'm happy to hear that you like my work! I'm sorry you have had to wait so long, but I do hope this one is good. Enjoy!
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Jax snickered to himself as he hid in the corner of his room. It was rather early in the Digital Circus today. While everyone was still asleep, Jax had found the key to Pomniâs room. Pomni was relatively new to the circus still, having been only there for a couple days. What kind of person would Jax be if he didnât give the new girl a nice housewarming present, right?
Except the housewarming present may or may not have been a sack full of cockroaches. And maybe Jax knew that Pomni had a fear of cockroaches. Apparently the little jester hated the way they moved.
Jax had also been extra kind and put cleverly made fake cockroaches around as well, so the jester would have a hard time telling which roaches were real, and which were not. Jax giggled to himself as he heard the noises of Pomni stirring awake. He didnât even need to check if his prank had gone to plan, as he heard a hair-raising shriek from behind the door.
âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! THEREâS COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE! NO, GET AWAY! EW!â
Jax slammed his hand over his mouth and he snickered as Ragatha raced into Pomniâs room and got her out. Caine popped into view, rubbing his eyes.
âPomni, its most earlyâŚâ Caine complained, but then he saw all the cockroaches and both sets of teeth that also made up his head comically fell open. âOh goodness.â
Ragatha hurried Pomni out of the roach-filled room and consoled her. âHey, hey. Pomni, calm down. I donât know how they got in there. Donât worry, weâll get rid of them all.â
âHey. Bugs matter just as much, you know.â Jax cut in with a drastic eye-roll. Ragatha sent Jax a look. Oh, if looks could kill, Jax would be a pile of bones by now. Her eyes were hateful, as she comforted Pomni.
âJax, what the (HONK!) is wrong with you? Why would you do that to Pomni?!â Ragatha accused. Jax scoffed and held his hands up.
âDonât be blaming me, Ragdoll. I didnât do anything.â
Caine went closer to that door. âWell, Iâll put this right in a jiffy.â the ringleader responded. One simple click of his fingers and these digital bugs, both fake and real, disappeared at one simple snap, making their little chirping noises even as they dissolved into pixels.
âThank you, Caine.â Pomni murmured, even as she pressed closer to Ragatha, the jester refusing to look at her room even as the last roach disappeared. She had woken up to find one of those on her bed. Granted, it was a fake one. But then she looked up and saw real, moving ones, which had caused her initial scream.
âNo problem, Pomni. Well, Iâm off to touch some grass.â Caine excused, the ringleader vanishing with a pop. Jax scoffed and walked by Ragatha, who still sent the lilac bunny a very angry look indeed. He bent down to Pomniâs level, whispering into her ear.
âYou know, Pomni⌠fun fact. Female roaches can lay eggs after like sixty days.â Jax teased, loving Pomniâs whimper of fear as he left. God, he loved messing with her.
Pomni growled once Jax had left. âUgh⌠I hate him so much.â
âSo do I, Pomni. I donât know why heâs the way that he is.â Ragatha said, doing her best to sympathise with the upset jester. Jax was unfortunately like this. Just the other week, he had done a similar prank to Ragatha, only with centipedes, which happened to be Ragathaâs fear. Seems she and Pomni were on quite a similar wavelength in regards to their fears.
âI want to get him back.â Pomni hissed, at her wits end with this stupid rabbit.
Ragatha wasnât sure. Turning the other cheek sounded like a better option, but Jax was the kind of person to never get bored, and his pranks tended to become much more mean if he got a reaction he didnât want, as it was blatantly obvious that because of life in the circus, Jax either had little or no regard of consequence coming to pay its dues to him.
âI want to do that as well. But we donât even know how to get him back.â Ragatha reasoned. But Pomni was dead set on paying the rabbit back, and then some.
âThen we ask Caine. Letâs go.â Pomni said, leaving no room for excuses as the two girls ran off to go find the ringleader.
Caine was outside the tent with Bubble. He was doing what he said, at least. His mismatched eyes were on the lush, digitally-created green grass, and his gloved hand was stroking up and down the green blades, them swaying softly in the wind.
âCaine.â
The ringleader looked up to see Pomni. She looked most irritable, and her arms were crossed.
âPomni, dear. Whatâs wrong?â Caine asked. Pomni sighed, one hand twirling at the stray strands of hair under her hat.
âJax has been playing such horrible pranks. I want to get him back.â Pomni stated, looking at the ringleader, even as he played with the blades of grass idly as he listened to Pomni air out her singular grievance against Jax. Oddly refreshing, considering that the other members must have had a list of grievances against Jax that was about three miles long by now.
âHmm. Well, I suppose there is one way that you could pay Jax his dues. I found out some rather valuable information about Jax, and he doesnât know that I know. Care for me to spill the tea, as it were? Though I donât really have tea. Just a teacup.â Caine rambled, a flowery teacup popping into his hands. Caine pretended to drink tea from it to sell the illusion.
Pomni grinned as she nodded her head. âSpill, Caine. Spill every drop of information.â
Caine chuckled. âWell, Jax is actually rather ticklish. More than he wishes to admit. If you give him a good tickle, he should back off for a little.â
Oh, Caine had just helped Pomni strike a gold mine head-on. She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. âOh, Caine. I donât think you know how happy I am right now. Thank you.â
âYouâre most welcome, my dear. Oh, and Jax canât stand nibbles on his stomach.â Caine added.
Pomni rubbed her hands together, the way a cartoonish villain would. She chuckled lowly as she began to plot with Ragatha.
âWe have our plan. Ragatha, youâre gonna help me.â Pomni said.
âSure. Jax has been more annoying than usual. Iâd like to see him laid out and screaming like a baby while we tickle him to tears.â Ragatha stated, winking her real eye as her button eye focused upon Pomni, content to listen to the jester explain her plan.
Pomni chuckled a little mischievously, as she and Ragatha assumed their places. They waited in Jaxâs room, because Jax had so foolishly left his door unlocked while he went to go wreak havoc on Gangle again.
Gangleâs muffled cries were cut short at the snarky laughter of Jax slowly growing louder as the rabbit walked back to his room and closed his door. Perfect. Ragatha and Pomni took their chance and they both jumped on Jax.
Jax shrieked like a little girl as he was taken to the floor. Ragatha gathered Jaxâs wrists and yanked them sharply above his head as Pomni straddled his waist, and she smirked down at him.
âWhat the (HONK)?! Pomni, get off! You little-!â Jax yelled, trying to struggle, but then Pomni traced Jaxâs underarms. Jax clamped his mouth shut faster than he ever had, trying to swallow down the laughter steadily rising in his chest.
âA little birdie told me you were ticklish, Jaxie-Paxie.â Pomni cooed, the jester never losing that mischievous look.
âJaxie-Paxie? Oh, cohohoHOHOHOME OHOHOHON! P-POHOHOHOHOMNI!!ââ Jax deadpanned, but then his sarcastic remark was cut off by a loud shriek and laughter as Pomni stuck her hands in Jaxâs armpits and started off tickling.
âYes, Jax?â Pomni asked, in a sickly sweet tone that made Jax squirm. But Jax couldnât even say anything, overwhelmed by laughter as he couldnât even wriggle, Ragatha holding him down easily like he weighed nothing.
âPOHOHOMNI, STOHOHOHOP!!â Jax wailed, the rabbitâs legs kicking as he tried to find purchase to escape the jester and her tickles. But there was nowhere to go, and not like Ragatha would let him get very far.
âStop? Aw, but I barely started!â Pomni responded, moving her hands slower than a snailâs pace to Jaxâs stomach, pulling his shirt up.
âWAHAHAHAIT, WAHAHAIT! NOT THERE, POHOHOMNI!â Jax begged. He hated how ticklish he was sometimes, especially when other people found out about it. Well, hate may have been quite a strong word. Like hell he would tell anyone how he really felt about getting tickled, though.
âNot here? But why, Jax?â Pomni asked.
âB-Becahahause no!â Jax lamely responded through his laughter.
But Pomni didnât listen and vibrated her fingers into Jaxâs stomach. Jax had no chance at resisting, as that was his number one tickle spot. He fell into loud, wheezing cackles near-instantly.
âNOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!! ST-STOHOHOHOP IHIHIHIT! THAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES, POHOHOMNI!â
âAww, is the wittle wabbit all ticklish on his tummy-wums? Ohh, poor baby.â Pomni teased, not letting up on her tickles one bit. She grinned, letting Jax see her teeth. âSuch delicious giggles, little bunny-bun. Iâm hungry for laughter. And I think I could go for a snack~â
Pomni dipped her head down and began to softly scrape her teeth against the ticklish skin. Jax screamed and thrashed at the feeling, loud and boisterous laughter leaving him.
âJust give it up, Jax. Let me hear them giggles.â Pomni encouraged, before going right back to nibbling Jaxâs belly, and Ragatha laughed along with Jax. This was the best entertainment Jax was involved in, by far.
Jax screamed and wailed like a baby as his legs kicked out. Pomni was so mean.
âHave you learned your lesson yet?â Ragatha asked. Jax cried out as Pomni was now kneading Jaxâs stomach with her fingers.
âNOHOHOHOHO!!â Jax screamed, but Ragatha tutted from above him.
âYou havenât? Oh, dear. Well, you need another lesson. Pomni, give him some good raspberries.â Ragatha instructed. Jax swore he saw God for a minute.
âNOHOHOHO! DOHOHOHONâT YOU (HONK)ING DARE!â Jax yelled. Once again, Pomni didnât listen as she ducked her head down and her lips met Jaxâs stomach as she inhaled and blew a raspberry right over his bellybutton. Jax shrieked at such a high pitch, that if the circus tent had windows, Ragatha was pretty sure that Jax would have shattered the glass.
And Pomni didnât stop there. She blew smaller raspberries and moved her ticklish little raspberries all over Jaxâs tummy. By the time she had enough, tears were flowing down Jaxâs face as Ragatha finally released his hands. The girls chuckled as they high fived each other. Jax held his stomach with one hand as he pressed the other against his mouth to muffle his remaining giggles.
âDonât you dare prank me like that again.â Pomni said, as she and Ragatha left him to his own devices. Jax watched them go as he flopped back on his bed. Jax made a note in his head even as his exhaustion from such intense tickles took him to a nice nap.
Way more roaches in Pomniâs room next time.
#rosa writes fics#tadc tickles#ler!ragatha#ler!pomni#lee!jax#GET HIM POMNI#DESTROY THIS RABBIT WAHAHA#for u jay :D
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could you do lee ragatha and ler pomni with day 8?
TickleTober Day 8 - Nuzzles
~AUUHAGA these two! I watched the new episode right before writing this. They're just so- FFFFFFFFAH! This was a pleasure to write, dear anon. I would say ship if you squint, but let's be honest: I was projecting so bad. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Ragatha
Ler: Pomni
Summary: During an impromptu cuddle session, Pomni realizes how much she loves seeing Ragatha smile and laugh. When she accidentally makes an adorable discovery, the jester makes good use of that knowledge.
Warnings: spoilers for TADC! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
She was going crazy; that was the only real explanation. There was no way on Earth it was actually happening.
And yet, there she was, Ragatha cuddled up next to her, her eyes shut peacefully. She could feel the simulated warmth of the doll against her; while she knew it wasn't truly real, it was still nice.
Pomni sighed as her mind wandered further, letting it roamânot much else to do when her mind was the only part of her that still vaguely belonged to her.
Despite everything the clown had done to her, Ragatha still stuck around. Sure, the excuse that Pomni was having an existential crisis could maybe hold up, but it didn't explain all of her behavior. It was kinda nice to have someone stick around, even if she really didn't deserve it.
The jester girl sighed as she started to run her hand through Ragathaâs woven locks, trying not to delve too far into the negative thoughts. It was healthy to confront and feel them, but she didn't want to start panicking again out of nowhere.
The gentle touch seemed to stir Ragatha from her half-asleep daze, looking groggily up at Pomni. Her one true eye half-opened as she rubbed at it.
âPomni? You okay?â Dang. Barely two seconds of being aware, and she'd already noticed Pomni was feeling a little off. The woman had talent, to be sure.
âUhâŚhonestly, not really. You're amazing, you know that?â Pomni sighed, not wanting to lie to her. The compliment would hopefully soften the less-than-chipper answer; the jester still meant every word, though.
âI'm sorry. AndâŚthank you, Pomni. That means a lot.â
That smile. Pomni had concluded that Ragatha's real smile could always cheer her up, no matter how she was feeling. She wouldn't be surprised if it was the cure to abstraction.
The jester couldn't get enough of it.
Before the redhead could notice her staring, Pomni hugged her closer and buried her face in the doll's soft neck. She really did feel just like a pillow, though moreâŚalive.
The way Ragatha's breath hitched as he nuzzled in made her pause. Was she doing something wrong? Did it feel bad? Was she rethinking everything? Fâ
âS-sorry, that tickled. You're good.â Ragatha's soft head nudged Pomniâs, snapping her out of her disassociation. OhâŚright. Not every semi-negative response was a complete rejection.
âOh. Okay.â Jeez, she felt awkward. Ragatha's smile was still there, but it was lessâŚbright. Less joyful. Pomni didn't like the change; she intended to fix it.
âYou say sorry a lot, ya know. That can't be good for you.â
Ragatha felt the soft fabric of Pomni's hand brush her cheek, the woman's pale face nosing against her neck. It made Ragatha bite her cheek as she tried to stay quiet.
âI-I guess nohot, but ihit feels right.â
Pomni couldn't help but feel lighter when she heard the giggles slip through. They were so bubbly and carefree; she had to hear more.
âJust because it feels right, doesn't mean it is.â Pomni started deliberately blinking against Ragatha's plush skin, her small lashes gently tickling there.
âP-Pohomni!â Ragatha giggled and shook her head, gently kicking out one of her feet. She wasn't really trying to get away; the doll just couldn't sit still.
âWhat? I thought you wanted to cuddle, Ragatha.â Pomni spoke against her neck, making the ragdoll squeak and giggle like a schoolgirl. Ragatha had always known her neck was ticklish, but Pomni somehow seemed to make it ten times more sensitive by just existing.
âY-yeheah, but- GYEE! Pohohomni!â Ragatha had tried to speak, but Pomni decided that was the perfect moment to nuzzle under her chin while gently tickling her stomach. âYouhuâre dohohoing thihis on puhuhurpose!â
âDoing what on purpose?â She hummed, knowing the vibrations would make it tickle more. The jester was honestly surprising herself; she usually wouldnât have the confidence to do any sort of teasing. It wasâŚreally fun. âDid I say something funny?â
âPohohomnihi!â Ragatha kept on saying her name, but nothing substantial ever really came after it. It was kinda cute.
âWhat? You keep saying my name; can you please finish your sentence?â She, of course, spoke against Ragathaâs neck the entire time, still gently tickling the dollâs belly. Pomni wasnât sure how their digital bodies â especially a cloth dollâs â could be ticklish, but she wasnât complaining.
âWh-whyhy are youhuhu tihickling mehehe?â Ragatha wiggled and weakly batted at Pomni's hands and back, but she was mainly just giddily taking the tickles.
âYour laugh is nice, and being happy feels good. You're always making sure I'm okay; I wanna return the favor.â
Ragatha's plush heart nearly burst a seam at that. Pomni was so sweet; she'd have to convince Caine to have a soft adventure next.
âTh-thahat's reheheally sweheheet of youhu, Pohomni.â
âYou deserve it. Now shush.â Feeling her cheeks heat up from the giggly appreciation, Pomni started to firmly knead Ragatha's sides; it would definitely keep her from making the jester's heart flutter.
âYEEEK! POHOHOMNI!â The adorable giggles quickly gave way to happy laughter as the doll's sides were targeted. Her squirming doubled, though she still made no real attempt to get away.
Pomni just rolled her eyes fondly as she continued to tickle the digital ragdoll to pieces. It was actually really fun, both to tickle her and hear her laugh. She could've continued for ages.
That is, if Jax hadn't chosen the most inopportune time to find them.
âHey, freak out and ragdoll! Caine wants us to- uhâŚâ He froze as he came across the scene, color glowing on his purple cheeks. What the *BOINK*?
Pomni immediately stopped when she heard his voice, not knowing how Ragatha would react to Jax seeing them.
âWh-whahat was thahat, Jax?â Ragatha was tickle-drunk as she slowly sat up, hugging her sides with a tired smile. She didn't seem bugged in the slightest that Jax had walked in.
âIâŚtch, whatever. Caine wants everyone at the stage for another adventure. Hurry up.â With that, he walked off, his ear twitching slightly for some âunknownâ reason.
âRagatha, I⌠I'm sorry. I didn't hear him coming.â Pomni wrung her gloved hands, hoping she wouldn't be too mad. She looked calm enough, but that didn't mean anything.
âWhat? Pomni, you're fine! Jax had seen me laugh like that plenty of times â everyone has, really. No harm done.â
The gentle back rubs Pomni received after that immediately put her at ease. Ragatha seemed to have recovered quickly enough, and she couldn't sense any hidden anger or discontent.
âOhâŚokay. Let's go, then.â Pomni started walking to the stage, but Ragatha grabbed her wrist. Before she could ask anything, the jester was swept up into a tight hug, her feet leaving the ground for a moment.
âThank you, Pomni. Really. It feels good to laugh with someone trustworthy here.â
With that, Ragatha walked off, quickly catching up to Jax. His shouts were soon heard across the tent, squeaky and embarrassed-sounding.
Pomni's mind was racing. That hug feltâŚgood. No, understatement: that hug felt wonderful. Ragatha's smile, her giggles, her laughter, the way she sounded afterwardsâŚ
The jester girl looked down, finding her face slightly reflected in the sparkling tile of the circus floor. Her usual pinwheel pupils were shaped differently, resemblingâŚhearts.
â...F-*SPROING*-k.â
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like old times
lee!blitzø, ler!fizzarolli :)
i love them so much i am so glad theyre friends again actually. theyre besties and i love them. this was not proof read so if theres mistakes then OOPS !! (haha u get the reference ? get it ?? cause. cause oops is a helluva boss episode. and its the one where fizz and blitzø made up. haha. yeah)
this fic is intended to be viewed as platonic.
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Blitzø would never admit it aloud, but he couldnât be happier that him and Fizzarolli are friends again. It felt like a piece of him had gone missing, then found itâs way back to him.
Blitzø decided to have him and the I.M.P team take a day off, allowing them to do as they please for entertainment that day. And for Blitzø, that meant inviting Fizzarolli over.
The jester admittedly was confused, but honestly, so was Blitzø. How was he even supposed to word that message? âHey, wanna hangout?â It sounded odd to him, at least since it had been, what, 15 years?
Or maybe he was just really, really socially awkward.
He settled for calling Fizz and, very awkwardly, inviting him over with strings of words that just barely made sense; Something Fizz fully intended on teasing Blitzø for later.
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Fizz barged into the door of the I.M.P headquarters, making a strong entrance as always. Blitzø nearly flipped out of his chair.
âYou invited me to where you work, really?â Fizz looked around as if unimpressed. âDo you ever leave this place?â
Blitzø blinked. He does, but he lives in a raggedy old apartment, shared with Loona. He invited Fizz over to the I.M.P Headquarters both because he was embarrassed about the apartment, and he didnât want to disturb Loona.
âDonât worry about it. Anyway, I just wanted to catch up since itâs been, what, fifteen years now? And the last time we did get to talk about life, we were dealing with a bunch of psychoâs trying to kill us..â
âOh, so you can explain your reasoning here, but not on the phone, huh?â Fizz smirked, earning an eye-roll from Blitzø.
âHey, if you came to be a dick, the doorâs right behind you,â Blitzø crossed his arms. Fizz only walked further into the room, adjusting the sleeves of his light-pink top as he did so.
The jester moved to circle Blitzø for a moment, âNope. Iâm afraid youâre stuck with me today, Blitzo.â
âThe âoâ is silent, clown! Do I have to drill a paper with it in writing through your ears in order to get it through your head?â He flicked Fizz's forehead, though the action and his tone showed that he wasn't actually upset. Usually, he would be, but things were different nowadays; He couldnât find himself to be genuinely upset with the jester.
Fizz laughed. "Nah, I just like messing with you." He bent forward a little to be on Blitzøâs level, only teasing him further. Blitzø poked Fizz in the chest.
"Thin ice, buddy. Thin. Ice." He glared, making direct eye contact with the jester. Fizz only smiled.
"Guess I'll have to tread carefully, huh?" He gently pried Blitzøâs finger away from him.
Blitzø crossed his arms over his chest. Maybe a harmless little joke to get back at Fizz, but what?
Scare him.
Blitzø and Fizz spent about fifteen minutes discussing life, AKA Blitzø was prying into Fizzâs personal life about him and Asmodeus. Then Blitzø spoke.
âI need to grab something from the company van outside, give me a few minutes.â Then he got up and left. Fizz raised an eyebrow as he watched the shorter imp leave.
It was only partially a lie, given what he âneededâ wasnât actually important. However, it was necessary for his little scheme to get back at Fizz.
Once the door to his office was closed, Blitzø ran out of the building to his companyâs van. When he got to the vehicle, he started to dig through the mess of trash on the floors and seats. He mumbled something about needing to clean it, or get Moxxie to do it.
Then he grabbed it.
An airhorn.
Fizz had mentioned using an airhorn to startle Asmodeus awake, why not use the same to scare the jester? A taste of his own medicine.. sort of.
Once Blitzø had the airhorn, he ran back into the building. He looked through the window to see inside his office, Fizz wasnât facing the door. Perfect. He made sure to shake the airhorn before entering.
He opened the door slowly and carefully, making sure to shut it the same way. You couldnât even hear the click. He tip-toed over to Fizz, then blared the airhorn right behind hip.
Fizz fell out of his seat, and Blitzø fell right next to him, except it was because he was laughing so hard. The jester had fallen out of surprise.
âWhat the fuck!?â Fizz couldnât help but crack a smile; He couldnât be mad, he did the same to Ozzie almost every day. He mumbled, âoh, you son of a bitch..â
Blitzø was too caught up in his own laughter to notice how Fizz had stanced himself.
And then he pounced.
The squeal that came from Blitzø was one Fizz would never, ever forget.
âYou think thatâs funny, do you? Huh? Fine then, Iâll give you something to laugh about!â The jester exclaimed as he immediately dug his fingers into Blitzøâs sides. The imp immediately started to kick and thrash, loud laughter emitting from him against his own will.
âFIHIHIZZ! Fuck, not THIHIS!â Blitzø grabbed onto Fizzâs robotic hands, but it didnât do much to stop the jester as he just continued to scribble his fingers along Blitzøâs torso, the killer laughing helplessly beneath him.
âAh, just like old times, right Blitzø? Youâre still so insanely ticklish!â Fizz chimed, switching to vibrate his fingers along Blitzøâs ribs. âThis will never get old. Ever.â
Memories of Blitzøâs childhood with Fizz flooded his mind; They almost always had tickle fights in the free time they had growing up. They both loved it, and they were honestly pretty open about liking it to each other.
Only to each other.
âYâknow, I remember you always seemed to love it whenever Iâd go riiiiight here..â Fizz trailed his fingers down to Blitzøâs stomach, eliciting high pitched giggles from the shorter imp.
âFihihihizz!â Blitzø whined, and Fizz couldnât help but tease further.
âNâaww, still your soft spot, huh? Tickletickletickle!â He briskly scritched and clawed at the skin, simultaneously keeping the touches gentle just to worsen the sensations for Blitzø.
It was then Fizz noticed a soft sound, something hitting the floor. He glanced to the side to see Blitzøâs tail wagging, and he had to pause for a moment to compose himself.
âAww, Blitzø! Youâre tail still wags when I do this!? Fuck, youâre making me regret hating you for fifteen years,â Fizz joked. He moved his hands down a little and drilled his thumbs into the space right above Blitzøâs hip bones, relishing in the shriek that came from the shorter imp.
âFIHIHIZZ!â Blitzøâs hands latched onto Fizzâs wrists, and he started to thrash under the jester.
âStill a bad spot, huh? Guess youâre not so different compared to when we were kids!â Fizz grinned.
Soon, Fizz stopped tormenting Blitzø and sat beside him as he composed himself. It was pretty adorable.
âYouâre an ass, you know that?â Blitzø huffed, glaring at Fizz with faux annoyance.
âYou know you love it~â Fizz teased, delivering a few pokes to Blitzøâs sides before backing off again. He couldnât help himself.
They both sat on the floor for the rest of the day, talking about whatever came to mind or messing with each other.
They both really did miss times like these, they missed each other, and both couldnât be happier that theyâd be able to experience it again.
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