Okay I was considering doing this for a while soooo
Fandoms that I am in!
The ones that have “~” before them means I’ll write for it!
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-Genshin Impact
~Haikyuu
~Big Windup
~Sk8 the Infinity
~Demon Slayer
~Tokyo Revengers
~MCYT
-The Case Study of Vanitas
-Sanders Sides
-Danganronpa
-Dr.Stone
-Assassination Claassroom
-Free!
-BNHA
-Kuroko no Basket
-Fire Force
-Link Click
-Jujutsu Kaisen
-Bakuten!!
-86
-Blue Exorcist
-No. 6
-Given
-Aoharu x machine Gun
-Stars Align
-Number 24
-Run with the wind
-Skate Leading Stars
-Yuri on Ice
- Wave!! Surfing Yappe!!
-Horimiya
-Angels of Death
-Carole & Tuesday
-Dream Festival
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This will be updated regularly!! You can also send asks about if I have seen an anime!!
Hello!! Ok so update, all the ones that are bold are the ones I will write for!
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-Genshin Impact
~Haikyuu
~Big Windup
~Sk8 the Infinity
~Demon Slayer
~Tokyo Revengers
~MCYT(in some cases)
-The Case Study of Vanitas
-Sanders Sides
-Danganronpa
-Dr.Stone
-Assassination Claassroom
-Free!
-BNHA
-Kuroko no Basket
-Fire Force
-Link Click
-Jujutsu Kaisen
-Bakuten!!
-86
-Blue Exorcist
-No. 6
-Given
-Aoharu x machine Gun
-Stars Align
-Number 24
-Run with the wind
-Skate Leading Stars
-Yuri on Ice
- Wave!! Surfing Yappe!!
-Horimiya
-Angels of Death
-Carole & Tuesday
-Dream Festival
-Encanto
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Image ID:
A digital illustration depicting Miles Morales, Peter B Parker, and Mayday Parker from Into The SpiderVerse. Miles is suspended upside down from his webs. Peter is on the right, and Mayday is strapped to Peter by a baby carrier. Peter is tickling Miles on the armpit and Mayday on her foot while calling a friend explaining how he is tickling them to “teach them a lesson”. (Not shown) Miles and Mayday were bothering Peter repeatedly for attention so Peter retaliated. Miles is suspended in the air in hysterics trying to apologize to Peter through his laughter. And Mayday is giggling as her father tickles her foot.
Image Caption:
Peter: “Oh yeah don’t mix the kids, had to teach em a lesson.”
HELLO EVERYONE!! This is a bit late but Merry Christmas! This year, I got @woollymutt for the squealing santa event, sooo I hope you enjoy your gift! Thank you for hosting this event again Hypah! @squealing-santa
Pairing: Miles x Hobie (PLATONIC !!)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if it's not your cup of tea keep scrolling!!
Being spiderman was never easy, whether it was saving whole dimensions from collapse or being shoved against a train violently and being told you were a mistake. Miles definitely could say he wasn't fond of his job, but hey, it's what had to be done. In between all that, there was definitely an added bonus to having the abilities he did, like having to run from a very annoyed Hobie who was chasing after him.
"MILES. GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT"
"WAIT- Wait Hobie let's talk about this yea?"
If you're wondering what got Miles into this situation, let me enlighten you. Earlier that day, Miles and Hobie were hanging out in his Hobie's dimension (It's the perfect place for crashing, can you blame him?) and unbeknownst to him, he had eaten something Hobie was waiting on eating all day.
"YOU ATE MY BLOODY FOOD MAN, GET BACK HERE."
"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOURS I SWEAR! I'M SORRY!"
The chase had started at least ten minutes ago, but no matter what Miles did and no matter how many sharp corners he bent, he could never seem to get Hobie off his tail.
"MAN CMON I'M SORRY I'LL GET YOU MORE- Wait huh?"
Miles paused mid swing, and landed on a roof, with no sign of Hobie at all. Sighing with relief, he took a seat and laid back, closing his eyes.
"Finally, not being chased by that annoying, angry brit."
"What was that mate?"
Miles jumped and opened his eyes, screaming slightly as Hobie immediately pinned him down before he could escape.
"How did-"
"I was here the whole time, don't question it. Now what were you saying about me being an annoying, angry brit?"
Miles squirmed and smiled nervously, seeing how Hobie's face had a mischievous but still mildly annoyed grin on it.
"Wait- Wait Hobie I swear- I'm sorry man cmohon-"
Hobie huffed at Miles' frantic squirming and pleading, but in response, he only switched their positions so that he held Miles in his lap, lowering his hands closer and closer to the younger spider's tummy.
"Your sorries won't get it back, and I think I deserve some revenge for you calling me annoying yea?"
With that, Hobie dropped his hands, drilling deep into the muscle of Miles' tummy.
"sHIHIHIT- HOHOBIHIE IHIM SOHOHORRY-"
"Yes yes I know, I want to see you laugh as well so you're stuck until I get bored. Who's a ticklish little spider Miles? I think you are with how much you're laughing~"
Miles went red at the teases and laughed harder, thrashing in Hobie's hold, but no matter how much he squirmed, Hobie had a solid hold on him.
"Stop squirming mate jeez, you're more like a wiggly snake than a spider."
Hobie chuckled and switched to squeezing and pinching at Miles' sides, drawing out sweet giggles from the younger.
A Much Needed Sewing Lesson (Squealing Santa 2022 I)
Fandom: The Owl House
Lee: Hunter
Ler: Darius Deamonne
Platonic/Familial ofc
Word Ct: 1.6k
Warnings: Tickles, Brief mention of a sewing needle, self deprecating thoughts and words, a touch of angst
Squealing Santa gift for @alexielvee This takes place at some point between Any Sport in a Storm and Hollow Mind. The prompt I used was "Person A is insecure about something and Person B makes a game, for everything bad thing said about themselves (themselves as in person A) one minute of tickles" I am so sorry this took me so long to get out, life has really been getting in my way lately. I hope you enjoy regardless of the wait, happy holidays!
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“Ow!” Hunter yelped as his needle poked through the fabric too hard and hit his finger for the sixth time that day. “Darius, what am I even doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” Darius responded with a tired sigh. “You just need to be more careful. These things take practice. It would do you some good to learn some patience.”
The two were alone in Darius’s study, all work for the day completed early enough to make time for a brief sewing lesson. Hunter frustrated and Darius running thin on tolerance though, they were making far from progress.
“I don’t even get why I have to learn how to do it this way! You can do it with your abomination magic easy! Isn’t there anything like that I can do?” Hunter complained.
“As I have explained to you hundreds of times already, it makes it easier to do it magically if you do it this way first. Besides, unless you plan on taking years and years learning abomination magic for such a menial task, you shouldn’t be comparing our abilities. Though I’m beginning to have my doubts on your dedication to learning how to sew.” Darius brought a hand to his own temple and rubbed it firmly. “Now if you want my help that I am so generously giving you with what little spare time I have, I suggest you pick that needle back up and try again.”
Hunter huffed from his position on the floor and gave a slight glare to his mentor as he reluctantly obliged. He continued his work in silence, Darius’s firm gaze fixed upon him.
“You’re going to tear the fabric if you keep pulling though it that hard. You need to relax.” Darius pointed out, taking care to keep his voice calm so as not to make the situation worse.
“Well maybe I could relax better if I wasn’t so awful at this!” Hunter burst out, tossing his project onto his lap.
“Don’t say things like that. Like I’ve said, you just need time and practice.” Darius reprimanded.
“But it’s true, Darius! I’m terrible at this! I’m terrible at sewing, I’m terrible at being in the Emperor's Coven, I’m terrible at making friends! I’m just terrible!” Hunter felt his face go red and the beginning of tears sting his eyes.
Okay, maybe this was about more than sewing.
The two sat in tense, stunned silence.
Darius didn’t know what to do. Never before had he seen such raw emotion from the boy across from him. He supposed it was a mark of their newfound closeness to each other and felt a slight sense of pride at the thought. That being said though, he had very little experience with comforting others, especially teenagers saddled with more than anyone should ever have to take on. Sure he had his own experience and that of his friends from distant years ago but the tests of time had left Darius unable to fully grasp what the young boy was going through.
Wait.
Thinking back to his own teenage years reminded Darius of a particular game he and those close to him used to enjoy in times of need. It was definitely worth a shot.
“I think we’re both overdue for a break.” He broke the silence, making Hunter look up at him, rubbing his eyes in the process, already embarrassed of his outburst. “I suggest we play a game of sorts.”
“Shouldn’t I be working on sewing? Like you said, neither of us get much time to do this kind of thing.” Hunter questioned softly.
“Which, little prince, is exactly why we should step back for a moment and take a break.” Darius said with a soft smile. “Working while in your current state won’t make you much progress. You’ll improve at a higher rate later on. Consider it training.”
“Okay.” Hunter said, quickly adding “But only because it will help me get better at sewing.”
“Whatever you say.” Darius rolled his eyes, not entirely convinced.
“So what do I even need to do for your game anyways?” Hunter asked.
“It’s better demonstrated.” Darius walked over to Hunter, sat on the floor in front of him and moved any fabric and supplies well out of the way. “You have a particular habit of talking about yourself in a less than complementary way.”
“Well tha-” Hunter fruitlessly began.
“Hush. You asked for instructions and I am giving them to you. This game is meant to combat that habit of yours. If you are uncomfortable at any point, just say something and I will stop at once. Understood?”
“Understood. Though I’m still confused on-”
“You won’t be for much longer.” Darius, without further hesitation clawed his hands and grabbed Hunter’s sides, squeezing them rapidly.
Hunter had no time to prepare for the sudden onslaught, making him all but scream with unexpected laughter. “AHEHEAH WHYHY?” He screeched.
“For every negative comment you make about yourself, you get this,” He emphasized with a particularly rough squeeze, “For another minute. As you have already made six, this may be a long game for you.” Darius briefly removed a single hand to form an hourglass out of abomination goo and let it begin to drip, signifying the time Hunter had left.
Hunter, still helplessly laughing at his mentor’s touch, looked at the hourglass, torturously slow dripping down. “I caHAHAHN’T MAHAHAKE IHIHT THAHAHT LOHNG.”
“Hm. That’s too bad.” Darius’s voice was too monotone to the point that any words he said so casually teased the younger to absolute bits. That was definitely on purpose. “Well, I believe doubting your ability gets you another minute.” He moved to squeeze rapidly at Hunter’s hips, sending him into further hysterics as he watched the top of the hourglass fill with more goo.
“NOHOHO NOHOHOT THAHAT, IHIHM SOHORRY.” He just barely was able to get out through his own laughter.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this. You’ve barely been trying to get away and you haven’t asked me to stop once, despite saying you would.” Darius pointed out, aside from a steadily growing smirk, emotionless as ever as Hunter flushed at his words. “If you’re really soooo sorry, you can give yourself two compliments and have a minute taking off.”
Hunter squirmed back and forth on instinct, and had it been really anyone other than Darius, he might have been able to get away but unfortunately (or really fortunately) the older man was far stronger and was easily able to keep Hunter in his grasp. “I CHAHAN’T THIHINK OF ANHAHAYTHING.THEHERE’S NOHOT MUHUHCH TO COMPLIMEHEHNT”
“What a shame. That’s another minute. It’s almost as if you’re doing this on purpose.” Darius said smugly, moving one hand from the boy’s hip to quickly scribble over his stomach.
“I WAHASN’T THIHINKING.” Hunter squealed as Darius brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. “I DIHIHDN’T MEHEAN IT.” He racked his brain for anything he could say about himself to make up for his slip up but the tickles were making it a little hard to think clearly. He then remembered the very thing that got him into this mess in the first place. Yeah. He could use that. “IHI’VE BEHEHN WORKING HARARD OHON SEWHING AND IH”VE GOHOTEN A LIHITLE BETTER”
Darius sighed, “I’ll take it.” A thin layer of goo dissipated from the top of the hourglass, “Though I’d argue that “working hard” and “a little better” are not sufficient complements.” He figured he should show at least a little mercy and count Hunter’s half-baked attempt regardless.
“I CAHAN’T THIHINK STRAHAIGHT, IT TIHIHCKLES. CUHUT MEHE SOME SLAHCK.” He demanded.
“Oh does it now? It’s almost as if that’s the whole point of this exercise, little prince.” Darius quipped sarcastically. “Though if you really want it to tickle, I suppose we could work something out.” Without any further warning, Darius moved both hands to swiftly prod and squeeze at Hunter’s ribs, causing a scream to ring out from him at the sudden intensity. “This is a bad spot, isn’t it?.”
Hunter didn’t have a clever retort or really any words as he had no choice but to sit back and lose himself in happy laughter. At one point or another he had leaned his head back and shut his eyes, so it came as a surprise when he heard a “One more minute” from a voice above him.
Darius began to slow down his hands in an attempt to ward away at least a little of what was sure to be lingering sensitivity when the minute was up. He lightened his touch and moved again to his sides, leaving Hunter in constant giggles, as opposed to the screaming of earlier.
He finally stopped the tickling and moved back to give Hunter room to breathe through the remainder of his laughter. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeheah. After all, Ihi’ve been through haharder training.” Hunter giggled
“I’m glad. If you’d like, we can go back to sewing after a bit of a break. We still have a little time.”
“Thahat sounds good, but I sthihill need a bit of a breather.”
“I believe we can work that in.” Darius fondly smiled at him.
It was truly an odd sight to see Hunter so comfortable and happy and… relaxed. Darius didn’t think anyone had seen him like this in years. He realized with his own smirk and teasy eyes, he might have looked the same to Hunter. They were incredibly lucky to have each other.
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Special thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this year, you've been incredible!
@totallynotbat Hey Bat! I was your Santa this year! I hope you enjoy your gift :D
Cold, cold, cold. Why is it so cold? Tubbo? Where is Tubbo?- No no no- Sam why would you take Michael- Please no no no-
"Kid, hey kid- wake up" Phil shook Ramboo gently as he recognized the obvious signs of a nightmare.
"No- no please-" Ranboo woke up, shaking with sobs as they hugged themselves, looking around frantically.
"Hey it's alright kiddo, it's me, it's Phil."
Phil slowly moved towards Ranboo extending his hands towards him. Ranboo immediately hid in the hugs while trembling badly.
"P-Phil- They d-died- They all d-died."
"Mate it's okay, we are all okay, now I need you to breathe slowly, okay?"
Ranboo nodded as he began to take slow deep breaths, still trembling from the nightmare he had been awoken from.
Phil smiled slightly as he cuddled Ranboo closer.
"That's it mate, great job."
With a few minutes of deep breathing, Ranboo was significantly better than before. They leaned into Phil, yawning slightly.
"Tired mate?" Phil asked as he rubbed Ranboo's back gently.
They merely responded with a small nod and another yawn, then that was replaced by an embarrassed look. Then Ranboo pulled Phil's hand to their stomach and covered their purple face. Phil audibly cooed and began gently tracing around Ranboo's tummy. Ranboo melted and burst into happy giggles while still hiding.
"Noo, don't hide mate" Phil teased while brushing his wings on Ranboo's sides.
"eEK- pHihil-"
"Yes mate?" Phil smiled watching Ranboo melt even more.
"Ihihit Tihi-" Ranboo stopped himself before he could finish his sentence and went even more purple.
"Aww mate, does it tickle?"
With a squeak, Ranboo nodded and giggled more. Phil continued his gentle tickles until Ranboo fell asleep peacefully in his arms. With a small smile, Phil cozied himself and soon they were both asleep on the couch, Ranboo's nightmare long out of their minds.
hello. Would it be possible for you to write a fic of Douma tickling Akaza or Enmu? please
Helllo!! I'm sorry but i will have to turn this request down! I don't feel like I know any of the characters well enough to write them, but thank you for the ask ^^
I really recommend you watch that anime, soul eater has a lot of great characters, it's on Crunchyroll. When you see it, can I request a fic? would it be possible?
ooh! If my requests are open at that point of course!
HI!! I got you for the mcyt fic event and I really hope you enjoy this!
Tommy had been Tubbo's best friend for a while, from early Lmanburg, to Pogtopia and even past exile, but one thing Tubbo could never get accustomed to is seeing how sad Tommy was. He was no longer his happy, bubbly self. Instead that was replaced by a hollow shell of emotions, with an occasional fake smile. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't concerned, but he didn't want to bring it up with Tommy. So instead, he started trying to make Tommy smile. It went on for a while, from constant jokes to acting overly dramatic, but none of it got a smile out of the blonde. Tubbo began to lose hope before he saw a scene. He saw Ranboo and Michael playing, but not just any playing. Ranboo was using his tail to brush over Michael's tummy while the little piglin squealed and giggled happily. Tubbo looked at the scene with an adoring smile before thinking,
"What if Tommy is still ticklish?"
So that became his mission, to tickle Tommy and get him smiling again. The next time he saw Tommy he set his plan into action.
"Hey Boss man!"
Tubbo smiled as he saw his best friend walking towards him.
"Hey Tubbo"
Tommy tried to smile but it came out as a half hearted attempt to seem okay. Tubbo's smile faltered, he just knew he had to make Tommy smile. Time to set his plan into action.
"Hey bossman?"
"Hm?"
"Remember when we were younger, you were always extremely ticklish? Are you still?"
Tommy flushed and stuttered with wide eyes while trying to act oblivious.
"O-Of course I'm not what are you on about."
But Tubbo had known his best friend for years, and definitely knew when he was lying. He tackled Tommy and sat on his waist.
"Are you sure Toms? Cause if you aren't, you shouldn't mind this!"
With that, Tubbo began to skitter his fingers all over Tommy's stomach, smiling as Tommy went even redder trying to hold back his giggles.
"Aww, cmon Toms, let those cute giggles out!" Tubbo teased switching to drilling small circles into his lower stomach.
With that the dam broke, and Tubbo smiled widely, his best friend was finally laughing again.
"TuhUhubs- cMohohohon-"
"Cmon what bossman? Tickle you more? Okay!"
Tubbo drilled into his hips and Tommy let out a near shriek before bursting into happy cackles.
"TUHUHUBOHOHO- NAHAHAHA-"
Tommy snorted as Tubbo raspberryed his stomach. He couldn't lie, this is the happiest he felt in a while, but his need to breathe overlooked how much fun he was having.
"OHOHOKAHAHAY- STOHOHOP-"
Hearing that, Tubbo paused and tubbed away the remaining tingles that his friend would be feeling.
"You okay there Toms?"
No reply. Tubbo had looked down where Tommy lay and Tommy laid fast asleep. He smiled and played with Tommy's hair.
