#nawww nail queen hehe lemme get my nails on you

[wishitweresummer]

hewwoooo! as the community’s resident nail queen, i wanted to run some questions by u :3

so!!!! i want to hear your thoughts on this:

finger guitar picks / hair parters

who would wear them

would they be more teasy or ruthless

who would be their main target

are they themselves sensitive to them

here’s a picture for reference :D

(Mushiiie Mushie Mushie, thank you for the aaaaask I will kiss your forehead and also your nose as thank you.)

Maybe I just miss the BANTER Boys so much, but Karl all the way Karl!!! (And of course he shows up to recording of the newest podcast with these.)

He already always has some kind of bright nail polish on his nails and rings on his hands so it’s easy to imagine these on him.

Him and George curled on the couch waiting for Sap when they are finally noticed, the shiny metal catching the light and grabbing George’s attention.

“What are those?”. Karl looks a bit evil as he stares down at his own wiggling fingers. “Karl what the fuck are those?”. He won’t stop smirking.

In a flash Karl slips them off and pockets them, then the fight begins.

~George’s shrill shriek echos through the studio

Karl has strength and height on poor Gogy and in less than a minute the squirmy boy is face down on the couch with his wrists pressed down at his sides with Karl’s knees. Immediately he’s a giggly mess, very familiar with Karl’s tickle attacks.

“No Karl don’t tickle me!!!”, he whines, he already knows. He screeches as Karl lifts his t-shirt up and reveals his back. His whole body shudders at some tinkly sounds on top of him as his mind reminds him of the little metal claws Karl wore. “No!!!”.

The rounded tips of the claws are trailing down his bare sides and George is screaming. His helpless squirming only makes it worse. The electric tickly feeling zapping him to the core. No amount of movement can get his ticklish sides away from the cruel dull points of the claws.

“They are guitar picks,”, Karl supplied unhelpfully, unable to be heard over George’s hysterical laughter. The mean claws trail and spider over his back and spine, then down his lower back and back over to his sides. The room filled with squeals and cackles,

“Fuck you! Karl fuck youuu!!!”. The words are mean but the giddy-sounding laughter really robbed them of their bite.

“God you guys are loud.”, suddenly a new voice.

“Sapnap help!”, George whined.

Karl finally relented so he could grin and show Sapnap the claws as he came closer to investigate.

“Whatchu got there?”. Sapnap reached out and touched one of the claws. Karl let him do it for a bit before taking his wrist in his hand and turning it over. He dragged the claws down the bare forearm and Sapnap pulled away with a huff.

“Jeez!! Those tickle.”, he rubbed away the feeling and finally took in the scene. “Holy shit where are you touching George with those?”. The older boy whimpered at his name.

Sapnap watched in horror as Karl dropped his clawed fingers to George’s sensitive sides and drew out a startled squeal that twisted into crazed laughter. Karl bounced on top of the squirmy form.

“Want to try?”, Karl halted his tickling and tilted his head at a stunned-Sapnap. George gasped out softly for air.

“Please get him instead.”, he mumbled.

~A new screech pierced the air as Karl leaped into action again

The new BANTER podcast’s recording was postponed by nearly an hour while the boys got to know Karl’s new toy.

How it turned Karl’s normally teasy tickling into ruthless torture.

Eventually, they even learned how the toy was most powerful against the one who originally had wielded it.

Karl was crying within a minute when George finally wrestled him down and Sapnap pried off his sneakers and socks.