#palms tickling

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹:se nessuna fa un continente solleticoso per puzzle e sling m6010 //~// (COMUNQUE quelle piume rossa e arancione stanno solleticando sotto alle loro pancie no in quella parte...Ō>Ō)

🇺🇸:if no one wana make a tickle continents for puzzle n sling i d13 //~// (ALSO that pink n orange feather r tickling under theyr tummies not that spot...Ō>Ō)

[bigdumbtickler03]

In the mood to make somebody giggle with some gentle palm tickles

[bakudekublogblog]

i feel so greedy and gluttonous for even suggesting this but haha what if bkdk crumbs in the leaks tomorrow hehehe

[queenbeebumblebee]

people with ticklish palms>>>>>

I love them honestly, You mean i can get You giggling by literally scribbling My fingers around your palms? That's literally super adorable wtf-

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙸𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙱𝙱𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙶𝙶𝙶𝙶. 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝙼𝙽𝚃 𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚠— 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚘’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚌 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚋𝚏𝚋𝚏𝚑𝚍𝚓𝚓 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙱&𝙹 ✊🏾🥲…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟻𝟷𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 = 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 = 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙? 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝).

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗���� 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

@saturnzskyzz @giggly-cloud @savemeafruitjuice

@rice-cake-teen10 @titters-and-tingles @tmntalways @my-l0v3r-v3rse

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟷% 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 <𝟹

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚒𝚝!!!

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜…𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 /𝚛𝚎𝚏˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Alright. Hear Mikey out on this one, okay? Because in all honesty, this was originally a fire plan. A lit plan. Some might say that the fire from the plan was sooooo hot it was practically blazing due to the fact of how awesome it was.

…okay. Well perhaps maybe people don’t say that exact term but they definitely should!

Anyways, it started off as a pretty chill day for the orange banded teen. I mean, it was Summer for crying out loud! These next few months were supposed to be absolutely nothing but pure chillness.

If your Summer isn’t even a bit chill in the slightest, then you’re doing something totally wrong. 

Daylight savings was over, school was over and most importantly…homework was over! (Besides the fact that Mikey and his brother’s are forced to do dumb reading reports over the break because the school system dumb)…But other than that, Michelangelo was basically free! Free as a bird. 

And so, like any sane studious kid that has been in High school for about a year…Mikey has been doing something he hasn’t done in a while since school started…

…Absolutely nothing.  

He’s been spending the past week or two playing Roblox on his IPad while eating Doritos mixed with Skittles.

Look, don’t even judge until you try, it’s actually pretty good!

But anyways, as Mikey was playing Flee the Facility, he randomly came to terms with the fact that he needed to steal some of his brother’s clothes for today…

Random thought, I know. 

The youngest has (and always will) politely take his brother’s clothes during the Summer— preferably hoodies and/or shirts. It’s basically a forced hand-me-down/Yard sale the youngest turtle always looks forward to. And today marked the 29th of June— 8 days from June 22nd. 

And if you’re unfamiliar, the 22nd of June marked the official end of Spring and official start of Summer! So the smallest turtle’s annual raid of his elder brother’s clothes was loooooong overdue. 

Last Summer, Mikey took Raph’s Detroit Become Human t-shirt, his WWE shirt, one of his polos and one of his The Walking Dead t-shirts (Raph had a TON). 

And the Summer before that, Mikey took Leo’s Squidward hoodie. And…yeah. That was basically it— the eldest was a pretty bland guy and there was really nothing worth taking from his wardrobe. 

So if you did your Math correctly, you would realize that this year it was Donnie’s turn. And so that’s what the youngest of the turtle teens was planning…

How the absolute hell could he take some of his immediate older brother’s clothes without taking ALL of them? 

Because believe it or not, the nerdy turtle of the group had a pretty good fashion taste and sense. His style was simple but not too bland or standout-ish. Donnie’s style was just a simple array of sweatshirts— a piece of clothing the smallest turtle could never EVER have too much of. 

But the tech-y turtle of the family definitely did. Just looking at his side of the shared bedroom, you could see sweatshirts and hoodies galore just scattered everywhere. 

The orange banded mutant looked through the sweatshirts and hoodies, trying to figure out which one he should now claim as his own.

A Sailor Moon hoodie? Too bright. 

An MHA sweatshirt? Too basic. 

An Attack on Titan hoodie? Too edgy. 

The youngest sighed in frustration, digging through his brother’s mountain of clothes before settling on a nice black hoodie with Gojo Satoru on it.

…what? Gojo Satoru was cool! Even though the orange banded turtle had only seen him in TikTok edits…those edit’s were pretty fire.

Just like his plan of taking his brother’s anime merch because he simply just could. 

The orange banded teen looked at himself in the mirror right next to Donnie’s tent, humming the popular yet overused tune that Gojo is associated with to himself, trying (and failing) to do the popular dance. 

“Ugh…how did Donnie do it again…?” The chocolate eyed teen inquired, attempting to do the dance one last time before lightly falling on his shell; the other sweatshirts and hoodies breaking his fall. 

“Dude…” A voice giggled behind him.

Mikey’s eyes widened at the sudden but familiar voice, glancing upwards to lock eyes with the one and only Donatello, peering down at him and smirking. 

“DONNIE!” Mikey shouted in surprise, getting up and whirling around so that he faced his immediate older brother as he tried to look as casual as possible, “Donatello! Dee! Don-bon…what’s…up…?” The youngest grimaced, sending awkward finger-guns as the hood to the hoodie fell down, completely covering his eyes due to how big it was on him. 

The elder snickered, putting a hand over his mouth as he tried to stifle them a little. “Oh shut up…” Mikey huffed, taking the hood off as the other turtle chuckled in amusement again, going to his younger brother and standing right next to him.

“My sweatshirt literally engulfs you.” The turtle that wielded glasses chuckled soflty which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes annoyed at the entire situation. “Shut. Up.” He pouted, crossing his arms as he glared at his older brother, “It looks good on me!”

“It swallows you…” The other said back. 

“I’LL SWALLOW YOU!” Mikey retorted, turning away from his brother angrily. 

The purple loving teen sighed fondly and laughed slightly at the automatic retort, raising a teasing brow at his younger brother, “Are you attempting at trying to look like me~?” 

The orange banded turtle blushed profusely, glaring at the other turtle’s question, “HELL NO.”

“Thehen why do you hahave the hoodie I wear literally everywhere? You know damn well Gojo is my go-to anime character of all time.”

Michelangelo grumbled, looking to the side of him as he swayed his arms at his sides. Okay…well, perhaps out of context it did seem like he was trying to look like Donnie. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t.

The only reason why the youngest “steals” clothes from his brother’s is because…well, he can and it’s easy. And it’s just…sorta comforting in a way. Not the stealing part…but…

Look— it’s dumb and confusing don’t think about it too much. 

The elder teen huffed out a small laugh, “Why did you choose my Gojo Satoru hoodie of all things, though?” 

“…I keep seeing him on TikTok and he’s the only anime character that hasn’t made me cry out of cringe in a way...” 

“Ooookay. Good for you, bud.” Donnie nodded, putting his hand out “Now give it here. Me and the TMLBANOT21stC are meeting later today to have a JJK meeting.”

The chocolate eyed turtle blinked, “Your going to…what…?” 

“My club stands for The Most Logical, Big-minded, Anime Nerds of the 21st century. Duh.” The honey brown eyed mutant said sassily, “Now give me back my hoodie or I’ll be late!” 

Mikey blinked once more, a small cheeky smile plastering on his face, “And what if I don’t want to?” 

“Michaelangelo—“ 

And with that, the smallest turtle ran out of the shared room, moving his legs as fast as he could that the other in the room just saw an orange and green blur sprint past him. 

“MIKEY!!!” Donnie howled angrily, running out of the room to catch up with him. The second youngest bumped in between the two eldest turtles, quickly apologizing to them as he ran after the youngest.

The leader in blue scratched his head confused, “Should we…?”

“Nah.” Raph commented. 

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Donnie was internally groaning. If he couldn’t get his hoodie back from his brother in the next 10 minutes he would be late to his own club. 

Imagine that.

…Exactly! You can’t. 

The second youngest looked around the living room, trying to figure out just where his little brother was. In the last couple of years, the honey brown teen didn’t really mind the youngest taking some of his clothes (even if Donnie would’ve preferred him just normally asking).

But Donnie needed this hoodie. More than anything and one way or another he would get it. 

Suddenly…an idea popped into the geniuses brain, smirking widely as he leaned on the wall. He closed the door without stepping outside of the kitchen, still in the room to make it seem like he left. The youngest peeked from behind the couch, him and his brother making immediate eye contact. 

Ha. Got em. 

The anime loving turtle basically lunged at the smaller turtle, sitting on top of him as the other tried to squirm away. “I GOT YOU, YOU LITTLE TURD!” The purple cladded teen smirked triumphantly, crossing his arms and watching amusedly as his little brother tried to escape. 

“Just give me back my hoodie, man. You’re making it seem like I’m asking you for your liver.” 

“YOU DID ONCE!!!” 

“That was for a Bio experiment.” The elder corrected almost immediately, “But that’s not the point just— UGH! Give me my dang hoodie!!!” 

“NO!!!”

The purple banded turtle glared, uncrossing his arms as he wiggled his fingers in the air, “Wanna do this the hard way? Because we can do the hard way, little brother…”

The brown eyed mutant paled, shaking his head back and forth at the question. Well…this didn’t go exactly as planned.

Donnie just scoffed, his hands immediately going for the other’s underarms but Mikey put his arms down, sputtery giggles escaping his mouth as he did so. “P-Plehease! Deehee!”

“Don’t 'plehease Deehee' me! Give back me back my JJK hoodie!”

“BuHUT—“

The elder turtle lost his patience, effortlessly raising the other’s arms as he scribbled his free hand’s fingers all over his underarms. The smallest turtle squawked, falling into loud giggles. He kicked his legs underneath his older brother, “DOHOHON— NOHO!”

“Someone is sensitive here!” Donnie mused.

“STAHAP— I AHAM NAHAT!!”

“You’re not? Not what~? Ticklish~?” The anime loving turtle asked, his smiled widening as he saw how flustered his baby brother was getting. “STAHA— STAHA-! DEEHEE!” Mikey shrieked, “NOHO TEEHEEASING!”

The glasses wielding teen gasped dramatically, “No teasing? You take my hoodie and now you’re telling me what to do?” 

“NONONONO WAH— *squeal* WAHAHAIT!!!”

The tech whiz wasted no time prodding his thumbs on the youngest hips. The brown eyed teen squealed loudly, hugging his middles and just not even trying to stop Donnie’s hands at this point.

The last time he attempted to, his immediate older brother spent the next half an hour scribbling the orange banded teen’s palms…

That was hell in itself and Mikey was not trying to relive that again if he could help it.

“Awe…does this tiiiickle? Is this tickling you~? Maybe that’s cuz you’re reeeaally ticklish here…” 

“IHI— *squeal* QUIHIHIET!” Michelangelo demanded loudly. 

Donnie smiled at the weak retort, kneading the other’s hips harder, “What happened to all that smugness, hm? Where’d it all go, little guy~? Do I have you in a giggly puddle because your tickle tickle ticklish and I’m tickle tickle tickling you~?”

“STAHAHAP *squeal* SAHAHAYING *squeal* THAHAT, AHAHASHOLE!!!”

“Stop saying what~? Tickle? Ticklish—?”

The orange banded teen squealed loudly once more, accidentally cutting his brother off with his teasing. The glasses wielding teen couldn’t help but laugh softly at it, “Awe…look at my baby brother…” Donnie cooed. 

“NAHAHAHA!” The youngest threw his head back in loud laughter as Donnie now tickled the sides of his shell. Mikey arched his back, trying to buck his older brother off of him but Donnie held on easily, continuing to tickle him. 

“PLEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE!!!” 

“'Plehease'? Please what~?”

“JUHUST *squeal* NAHAT *hic* THE SHEHELL!” Mikey despretley cried, turning to his side as other small hiccups followed as the end of the hoodie went up a bit, revealing some of his plastron. 

The honey brown eyed turtle giggled at the perfectly played out action, “Oh…would you look at that~!” He mused, “Last chance to give me back my hoodie, bro.”

The smaller turtle’s eyes widened in realization, looking up at his brother from the corner of his eye, “Yohou *hic* wohohoudn’t…!”

“Oho wouldn’t I~?” Donnie grinned, gently holding Mikey’s waist and blowing multiple upon multiple raspberries on his stomach whilst scribbling his nails on his sides. “DAHAH— *squeal* DAHANNIE!” Mikey cried. 

“Jeez…your mega ticklish here, huh?”

“SHUHUT— GEHET— PLEHEHEASE!!!” The brown eyed teen rambled through his laughs, shaking his head. 

“Why— would— I???” The tech whiz mocked playfully, now blowing raspberries on his little brother’s neck and scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. “NAHAHAT THEHERE!! BROHOHO COHOME OHAHAN!!” The youngest squealed and squeaked. 

Donatello smirked, ceasing his 100% justified attack for a second, “You saying 'nahahat thehere' is genuinely so funny, Mikes. Like, I was going to tickle you here regardless but, hey! Thanks for confirming how badly it tickles for you.”

He resumed his tickling onslaught on his younger brother, the younger brother in question basically falling limp due to how hard he was laughing. The only body parts that were really fighting for his life right now were his legs, that still did not cease desperately kicking the floor. 

The purple banded turtle now started lightly giving ticklish nibbles on his younger brother’s neck as his light scribbles on the smaller turtle’s sides became quick and fast squeezes. “Om nom nom! Hm…you taste like…giggles! And ticklishness~! My favorite food combo!” The elder teased. 

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE?! WHAT DOHOES THAHAT EHEHEVEN MEEHEEAN?!?!” Mikey cried desperately, his voice sounding like a tea kettle brewing because of how squeaky and high pitched it was.

“Awe…you haven’t used that nickname for me in ages~! It must tickle that bad, huh?” The glasses wielding turtle cooed.

“IHI *hic* CAHAN’T!”

“You can’t~? Can’t what~?”

“IHIT— *hic* NAHAHAH!” Mikey silently wheezed, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight. “Is someone giving me the silent treatment?” Donnie snickered, “Pfft— get it? Cuz you’re laughing silently~? Eh? Eh?”

Okay, even if Mikey was the comedian of the family, he would’ve admitted that was a pretty solid joke if he wasn’t getting slaughtered right now. “FIHINE FIHINE *hic* HAHAVE *hic* IHIHIT BAHACK!!! TAHAKE IHIHIT!! PLEHEASE *hic* JUHUST STAHAHAP *squeal* I’M GOHONNA *squeal* DIHIHIE!!!”

“That would be kiiiiiiiinda funny making your grave honestly.” The tech loving teen smugly said, “Michelangelo Hamato. Reason of death? Being too freaking ticklish.”

“DEEHEEHEE!!!” The youngest cried. Donnie stopped, getting up and laying next to his brother, wrapping him in a side hug which the smaller turtle immediately melted to. “May I plehease hahave my hoodie back?” 

“Ihi juhust sahaid yehehehes!” The orange banded teen groaned, literally throwing the hoodie at his immediate older brother. The anime loving teen smiled, putting on the hoodie as he grinned in triumph. “For real real. I feel like new...” He said to himself proudly. 

And if the youngest knew his brother (which he did), that was probably a quote that that Gojo fellow has said. 

“Oh! And by the way, little bro. My club doesn’t have a meet up today. It’s tomorrow.” Donnie snickered, walking away and leaving Mikey left in complete and utter awe. 

That freaking asshole.

Okay, well now Mikey’s definitely taking that MHA hoodie next year.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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Every Lee, Ler and Switch within a 1 Mile Radius:

[bow-of-aros]

Moments Like This

They are my babies and they deserve to be happy goddammit!!

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“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Charles nearly jerked his hand away for the first time in as many minutes, and Edwin drew back as if burned.

He looked up at Charles with genuine confusion and said, “I’m sorry. I must have stopped paying attention, I hadn’t even realized that I was doing anything.”

The ‘anything’ in question was something so purely innocent that Charles had to resist a soft aww when he’d first seen it. It had been a slow day in the agency and yet Edwin couldn’t seem to help flitting around in search of something to do. Just watching him had made Charles exhausted, so he’d grabbed Edwin by the wrist, dragged him over to the couch, laid down, and pulled his friend down on top of him.

Edwin had put up some token complaints, which Charles had been expecting, but had very quickly relaxed in Charles’ hold, which Charles had also been expecting.

After a few moments, Edwin had taken Charles’ hands in his own and started fidgeting with them. Gentle twisting and tugging at his fingers had turned into curling and uncurling his fists had turned into lightly tracing the lines of his palms.

And that’s where the problem had started.

What had started as a slight itch had slowly turned into an unbearably light tickling sensation dancing across his palms. Charles was grateful that Edwin couldn’t see his expression from the position he was in because he was losing the battle against the smile fighting its way across his face.

Now, with Edwin looking like someone had kicked a puppy right in front of him, Charles knew that he would do anything to bring back the calm serenity that had been there just a few moments ago.

He gently pried Edwin’s fingers open from the fists he had curled them into and folded them back around his own hands. “It’s alright mate, I really don’t mind, I was just curious.”

Charles exhaled in relief when Edwin began hesitantly fidgeting with his fingers again, shoulders lowering from where they had tensed up.

It was silent for a moment before Edwin spoke up, “I suppose it’s just something that helps calm me. It gives my hands something to do while my mind wanders, but…” he trails off, glancing up at Charles and then flushing as he quickly looked away, “It’s different, when it’s with you. It seems that most everything is. It brings be a sense of peace to know that you’re here, with me. Does that make any sense?”

Meanwhile, during this incredibly heartwarming little confession, Edwin had begun anew with the tracing, and that was making it very had to focus.

“Charles?” Oh shit, Edwin had asked him a question.

“Yeah, mate! I-ah, I completely get it.” Charles’ voice had hitched for a brief moment during a swipe across the centre of his palm, but he’s pretty confident that it went unnoticed.

“Are you quite alright, Charles?” Damn.

“I’m aces, reheally,” A giggle slipped past his defences before he could catch it.

“Are you sure? You’ve gone rather tense,” Well that was because Edwin had started drawing nonsensical patterns on his hands, spiralling out before looping across his palms without any discernable patter and it was driving Charles mad.

“Yeah, I—ah shihihihihit! Edwihin!” Edwin had, out of nowhere, begun scribbling his fingers with frightening intent and precision, causing Charles to lose the tenuous grasp he had been holding on him laughter.

“Is something the matter, Charles?” Through his squinting eyes, Charles could see the familiar curl of a proud grin accompanied by Edwin’s Oh, so you’ve finally caught up? tone.

“You knehehew! You basta—No not there!” Edwin, likely through observation and deduction, had focused his attentions on the centre of Charles’ palms, keeping his touch firm enough to be felt, but light enough to drive Charles out of his mind.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re referring to,” He took Charles’ well-timed shriek as an answer and continued, “Oh! You’re saying that I knew that you had sensitive palms, and that I knew that what I was doing had you rather tickled pink, is that it?”

Charles, lost in frantic giggles, resorted to nodding his head vigourously against the traitor’s back.

“Well, it’s not completely true, but I did figure it out during my prior explanation. I am a detective after all,” he punctuated that with a vicious scribble that had Charles tugging fruitlessly at his arms.

“And,” Edwin added thoughtfully, “I must admit that it suits you rather well. You have always had tender hands, and I find this quite charming.”

Okay, that’s it. Charles could deal with everything else, but he could feel his face burning at Edwin’s compliments and called for mercy, “Uncle! Uhuhuncle! I give! Edwin plehehease!”

Edwin released his hands with a quick kiss pressed to each, an action that still set off butterlies in Charles’ stomach no matter how many times it happened, and Charles rubbed his palms against his legs to rid himself of the residue sparks dancing across his nerves.

“You,” he said after catching his breath, “are an evil man, Edwin Payne.”

The evil man in question turned around with a soft smile that set his green eyes alight, and Charles fell in love with him all over again in that moment.

“Well, you love me anyway.” And he was right. Charles did indeed love him anyway.

Charles pressed a kiss against Edwin’s forehead, “Yes, but do you know what I love more?” A questioning hum as Charles leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Revenge.”

Edwin’s eyes went wide, “Wait. Wait Charles, we can talk about this! We can—Ah! Chahaharles!”

As laughter rang through the office once more, Charles found that he didn’t mind when days were slow, because that’s what gave him moments like this.

[crossover-enthusiast]

Silly little fic inspired by an older headcanon by @eunchancorner

Simple, but was fun to write :>

"Mom! Mom mom mom!!!"

"What is it, son?" Lila spins her chair around to face Skid, his hair bouncing as he waves his arms around.

"I found videos on the Internet about palm reading! I would like to do it with you!"

"Well, sure thing!" Skid takes Lila's hand in his own.

Skid hums as he rubs his fingers against his mom's, "I think you have water hands! That means you are kind." Lila can't help but let out a little "aww" as Skid starts to trace the lines in her palms.

"I think this is the head line," Skid runs one of his fingers across a line in the middle of her hand, a fuzzy little feeling following behind. "It's really long, that means you are creative!"

"Really?" Lila bites back a giggle as her son nods his head and moves lower on her hand, his finger going across a line curved near her thumb.

"This is the life line! It means you get sleepy easily." Without waiting for a reply, he moves to the top of her palm, her hand wavering slightly as he moves across another line. "And this is the heart line! It means you are really loving!" He pauses for a moment before digging into her palm. "Oh, you have a mark here. That means–"

Lila abruptly laughs, covering her mouth with her hand in a futile attempt to muffle it.

"Mooom!" Skid pouts. "I am trying to do the cool thing! Don't laugh!"

"Sorry, sweetie, it's not your fault! I didn't think it would tickle that much."

"Your hands are ticklish?"

"ApparentLEEHEHE!" Skid skitters his fingers across his mother's palm, tongue stuck out in concentration as her loud laughter goes through the house.

"C-c'mere, you!" She scoops Skid up in one arm, using her now freed hand to keep him from getting at her again. "Now, I thought you just told me not to laugh?"

"That was different!"

She lovingly rolls her eyes. "How so?"

"I did not know you were ticklish. Now I do!" He looks up at her, a little smile on his face.

"Well, you know what I know?" She brings her hand close to his side, Skid already giggling in anticipation.

"What?"

"That little skeletons have ticklish ribs!" She digs into his side, up and down as her silly little son howls out with laughter.

[thebest-medicine]

Day 16: Unusual Spot

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Essek

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: based on the lovely idea that Essek has ticklish palms

[read on AO3]

Words: 460

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“Ah, and do you see how it- and here!” Caleb explains excitedly, drawing a copy of their newly integrated glyph, combined from some others they had been studying. Essek hums along and watches him, also thrilled by the invention or alteration of a new spell, but he can’t stop himself from glancing up at Caleb’s face as he speaks, face lighting up with curiosity and joy.

Caleb dips the quill back into the ink, brings it back up and continues to scrawl. But, the paper only picks up a smudge of the line he attempts. “Ah.” Caleb mutters, glancing around for a bottle. His eyes settle on Essek. “Here.” He reaches out, gesturing for Essek’s hand.

Essek places his hand into Caleb’s open palm with a raise of his eyebrow. “Look, Schatz.” Caleb starts, tracing the glyph shape on Essek’s palm. “This here? I think we’ve finally figured it out,” The drow lets out a soft sound of surprise, his fingers curling inward. “Once I grab another bottle, we’ll be-” 

Caleb stops when Essek trembles, sucking in a breath. Caleb’s eyes flick up to him, soft. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes, I-” Essek takes a breath, glancing down. “If you wouldn’t mind..” He tugs his wrist back a hair. When he looks back up, Caleb is still wearing a look of interest, of curiosity. 

Caleb traces his index finger, deliberate, slow, down the center of Essek’s palm. 

“Ah-” Essek flinches, his fingers flexing again. He tries to close up his hand a bit. Caleb is smiling this time, when Essek looks up at him, and he fights the urge to smile himself. “Wait, Caleb.”

Caleb chuckles, his own hand enclosing the sensitive purple palm. “It seems you’re rather sensitive here, ja?” His mouth quirks up into a smirk.

Essek makes a disgruntled noise, protesting. “No.” A heat rushes up his cheeks. He tugs on his wrist again but doesn’t pull free of Caleb’s grasp.

Caleb begins tracing against Essek’s palm once again, feigning a serious look. “You’re paying attention, right? This is important.” He lifts his finger ever so slightly, tracing along the skin with his fingernail. Essek shivers, blushing. 

“I- I am but- ehehe, wait-” 

Caleb brings the rest of his nails down to scribble and trace along the purple palm, dropping the front of magical glyphs in favor of seeing just how ticklish this hand is. 

Essek gasps, and wriggles his hand out of Caleb’s reach. He clutches it to his chest, looking a bit scandalized, his cheeks magenta. His eyes flick up to the softly grinning, ginger wizard. “Caleb-” He holds his other hand up, placating. 

Caleb raises his eyebrows mischievously and makes a grab for the hand. His grin widening.

“Nohoho!” Essek definitely does not giggle as he turns to run, snatching back his hand. 

“Come on, don’t quit now, we’ve almost got it!” Caleb launches after him with a laugh. “Essek!” 

[gigglycloud]

𓊆 @giggly-cloud just posted .ᐟ𓊇

﹒ 　 ⊹ 　 🝮 　I cant stop thinking abt palm tkls,,, some gentle traces and scribbles would feel so good rn

ㅤྀི◟Cloud loves you and wishes you a good day/night! ೀㅤ𓈒

[detective-piplup]

hits you with my oc lore beam. Gabriel and Elias both of you please get therapy I’m begging you both

(rest is under the cut)

these are so messy but honestly I just had this idea a while back and I needed to post it at some point. so enjoy Elias and Gabriel talking about family

[bigdumbtickler03]

So Imagine This:

Gentle palm tickles..but with a really soft paintbrush. Specifically this kind 🤭

[daisylovestickles]

My sweet best friend hiiiii!! I hope your day is going as great as you are today!! ����

For the ask game~

25. Would you rather be tickled face up or face down? Why?

28) Do you have any uncommon tickle spots?

21) Pillow under the back during tickles- yes or no? Why?

Love youuuu!!! 🩷

Hi my beautiful bestie!

21. Pillow under the back during tickles - yes or no? Why?

Oh definitely, I love the feeling of my back being arched up for my ler. It only makes it tickle more

25. Would you rather be tickled face up or face down? Why?

Face up so I can get even more flustered with my ler looking down at me and teasing me

28. Do you have any uncommon tickle spots?

I think palms are a pretty uncommon spot, right?

[nas2203sillyblog]

Just another thought-

Aren’t palm tickles just so goofy and adorable?

Cuz I think so :3

Like imagine holding hands and and you just start wiggling your fingers around your palms and they start giggling or smth-

[gigglesis]

Pov, he doesn't believe your palms aren't ticklish

[mayisgoingnuts]

Hi guys ART OF MY FAVORITE BOY