Belly button tickles scritches around the belly button finger swirling around inside horrible butterflies from thinking about it Bauchnabel kitzelt Kratzer um den Bauchnabel Finger wirbeln herum in schrecklichen Schmetterlingen, wenn ich daran denke
I’m soooo normal about this I don’t think about it often noooo no way I don’t think about being mercilessly tickled til I can’t think nope nuh uh I don’t think about the stereotypical tummy tickles nahh too cliche I don’t get butterflies from them either I’m completely and utterly normal about the strange phenomenon that is tickling I didn’t draw this because I was in a horrible mood Ich bin so normal, dass ich nicht oft darüber nachdenke, nein, auf keinen Fall, ich denke nicht daran, gnadenlos gekitzelt zu werden, bis ich nicht denken kann, nein, ich denke nicht an das stereotype Bauchkitzeln zu klischeehaft, ich bekomme auch keine Schmetterlinge von ihnen, ich bin völlig und völlig normal über das seltsame Phänomen, das Kitzeln ist, ich habe das nicht gezeichnet, weil ich in einer schrecklichen Stimmung war
It's like midnight and I'm in one of this year's biggest ler moods. My brain is a genuine torture chamber rn, so I'm going to spread the love, so to speak, to anyone who might be reading this.
I just need to tickle someone until the only thing they have to worry about is how bad it tickles, and their cute little squirming under me. Is that too much to ask? I need to tickle someone until the world is A-Okay again.
I need to poke someone's side casually, realize they're ticklish, and start poking with more deliberate intent, start grabbing, wiggling, start pulling them into me and assuring them I'm not gonna let them go until I know every spot on their torso that this ticklishness prevails over their sense of dignity.
I need to make someone ask incredibly nicely for me to get them, then cuddle them and gently run my fingers all over while I tell them how beautiful and wonderful and deserving they are.
I need to see someone reaching up to grab something, and dart my hands in their exposed armpit, wrecking them there for 10 minutes while just studying their face and smile and laugh before helping them up and grabbing what they were reaching for myself, since I'm 6'2 lmao
I need to grab someone's foot as we're watching a film, and slowly trace over the arch of it and the tops and by the heel and the toes and look over with a slightly amused smirk every time they make a noise
I need to make someone sing with me while I tickle them so their voice is broken up by their precious giggles, and they can't concentrate on the words
I need to let a lee try and be silly and playful, and be witty and flustering back, and answer their attempts at banter and fake violence (EXPLODE, DIE IN A FIRE, I WILL BITE YOU, etc) with tickles and adoration and something I've noticed my voice does when I'm amused by something where it tilts a bit and say "yeah? That right darling?" and just make it known that I'm okay playing this silly game as long as they want because I genuinely wanna tickle them and make them love every second of it
I need to pin someone down and see the anticipation and excitement in their eyes, and make them know just how fucked they are
I need to tickle someone for like 5 seconds in public, and then just spend the day with them, so that all they can think about is that miniscule moment and whether I know, and then once the day is done, I let them know I do know and I'm gonna get them and they're gonna let me because they've wanted me to since I called their laugh cute
I JUST WANNA BE A TICKLE MONSTER AGFDHSF
If you read this I'm coming for you. You specifically.
If you got sent this the person who sent it is coming for you, and had you in mind whilst reading it.
If I sent this to you, come here, sit down, and pick a spot. I imagined tickling you while writing this and I'm gonna detonate this instant unless I get to wreck you, silly
okay I think that's enough for now
She'll stop tkling him for, like, ten seconds because she needs to type something, and this absolute puppy of a man will actually POUT at the loss of attention, he's such a brat(/silly)
It's okay guys she enjoys it too, it's just physically unfeasible to tell 🥹
Anyway, nonchalant ler!Stratt my beloved, also it's 3am so I'm prolly gonna- 😴😴😴😴
when VC’s are so fun and you’re so smiley that your face genuinely gets sore and you get so giddy after hanging up >>>> everything else except maybe tkls
~ A/N: So it's been a while once again, but I have broken free of writers block thanks to this art by @cloudysfluffs that has inpired this little iron lung fic.
I've only seen the movie once, and it was like a week or two ago, so my timeline of when specific events happen isn't great so forgive me for it not completely fitting canon but oh well, I'm kind of speedrunning the movie into this 😅 and yeah the ending to this is kinda stupid but I thought it was funny. Anyways.
Hope you enjoy!
~
It wasn't the initial splatter of blood dropping onto his forehead that made the hairs on the back of Simon's neck stand on end. Not the reminder of just how small, just how fragile he was in this vast ocean of lost hope. No. It was the odd, nearly fizzing sensation it seemed to buzz into his skin as it evaporated in the heat of the iron lung.
Just another odd thing about this whole situation. Surely it was just the dehydration and mental toll of the situation getting to him.
He brushed it off and pushed forwards towards salvation, reminding himself of just how close he was to his freedom. Just a few more clicks.
Then another few drops fell from the roof above him, sending tingles across the back of his hand and up the base of his fingers.
He shook his hands to rid them of the feeling, like trying to rid himself of some alien pins and needles. The feeling lingered a little longer than he would have liked, burning a question at the back of his mind.
The crackle of the speaker behind him pushed him to ask;
"Hey Ava, has this blood been... tested... on anyone?" He called out over his shoulder.
"Ttested? We've rrun lab diaggnostics to determine it's mmake-up but nnothing on hhumans." Ava's voice glitched out in response. "Wwhy?"
Yeah yeah, 'this is the test'. Simon rolled his eyes before continuing. "It feels kinda-"
He was cut off abruptly by his own voice yelping, as something touched the back of his neck and sent a zap of electricity down the skin of his back.
He slapped his hand over the impact zone, and it returned with a smear of red tingling over his palm.
"Whatt was tthhat?" Ava asked quickly with a moderately panicked tone.
Before Simon could think of an explanation, another few drops spattered onto his neck. He yelped again, mouth instinctively twitching into a smile for the first time in days, as he twitched from side to side.
"Ihit's... ihit's spreadhing..." He grunted, trying to rub the now noticably ticklish sensation off his neck.
"What'ss spreadding?" Ava commanded.
Clearly by this point the integrity of the hull had gone far past its peak, as a large splattering of blood landed on Simon's arms. Simon flung himself up from the console with a shriek, both at the amount of blood and the now rapidly growing tickling sensation running up his arms to his elbows.
"Ava! Whahat is thihis?!" Simon stuttered through stifled laughter, slapping at his forearms (which only seemed to spread the blood further).
"Whhat's what Ssimon?! Tell mme what's ggoing onn!"
Simon gripped the piping on either side of the sub for balance, trying to breathe through the giggles threatening to burst from his chest. "The- the bloohood!"
"It's jjust humaan blood!"
"HUMAN BLOOD DOHOESN'T FUHUCKING TIHICKLE!" Simon shouted through gritted teeth, moving to pull his arms from the pipes.
They didn't budge.
Whatever blood had leaked through the walls had now congealed itself to his hands, trapping him and rapidly slithering itself up his arms.
"What thhe fuck do yyou mean tiickle?"
"AVA! AVAHA!" Simon shrieked at the sight, and managed to get one good gasp of air before the blood reached his underarms. "GNF- FUHUHUCK!"
He could feel it almost crawling down his sides and along his ribs, shooting unbearably ticklish jolts right down to his deepest nerves.
"Simmon wha- goinng on ddo- there??" Ava's voice began to chug as more blood poured into the sub from the speaker.
Simon shook from side to side trying to free himself. "St-stohohop! That tihihickles!"
"Oh Siiiimon~" Ava's- wait, no. Not Ava. The voice from before. The... That thing.
Surely it wasn't doing this to him on purpose?
"Does my touch tickle Simon?" It asked.
You've got to be kidding. Simon thought to himself through his hysteria. There's no way the thing down here is a fucking tickle monster.
Oh well, at least maybe there was a way out alive.
Honestly, this may be added to one of my FAVORITE PICREWS EVERRRR. Look at dat! And since it’s asking what my “blog” would like, I would guess it’s a fusion of me and my OC Coolstar. Honestly, it makes sense. Shes basically the face of my blog, BUT, I still own it, so it’s only fair for us to fuse together for something like this! :D
Ok @giggle-guru @kamy-thee-egg @w0ls-den @electrode-the-nerd @asktheticklishgamers your turn!
Hi, um, I was wondering if I could request 14 and 19 with lee!Wally and ler!Barnaby? They're taking over my brain rn
You're doing this community a great service with your Welcome Home fics
"Ohohoho" Barnaby chuckled lowly, looking over at the grinning yellow puppet who just had the absolute audacity to throw a pillow directly at his face, knocking his pipe askew and sending it to the ground.
"Kid, I'll make you regret that."
Wally huffed, rolling his eyes and brandishing another soft feather-filled pillow like a weapon. He stuck out his tongue, blowing a quick raspberry in the blue dog puppet's direction.
"Come at me, I dare you."
Barnaby stood up.
Instantly Wally's eyes widened in surprise, letting out a squeak as the larger puppet started to approach him. Every bit of cocky confidence seemed to leave his body in an instant.
"W-Wait! Barnaby! I-I asked you nicely to stop smoking inside but you didn't wanna listen and-nohoho Barnie! Stay away!"
The yellow-faced puppet chucked the pillow at the rapidly approaching blue beagle, missing him by a mile in his haste to scramble away.
"Oh no, you don't." The beagle huffed as he reached out and scooped up the smaller puppet as he tried to escape, holding him in his arms he made his way back over to the couch, plopping down with the squirming painter in his lap.
"Now you're gonna sit here and have the audacity to throw a pillow at me? Me of all people, your dearest best friend? And if that wasn't bad enough, you're gonna make a nasty face at me! Now when did you get so sassy?"
Wally giggled, squirming in Barnaby's lap, though the grip the fluffy blue dog had on him, while gentle, wasn't giving him any chance of escape.
"Let me gohohoho!"
Barnaby shook his head. "Oh, not a chance! You are way too sassy to be my Wally, so clearly you are an imposter! Now I know you're hiding my Wally in there somewhere, where is he huh? Where you keepin' him?"
Adjusting his grip slightly to keep the squirming puppet settled comfortably in his lap, the Beagle used his free hand to gently poke and prod the painter's plush belly and sides.
"Is he in here? Huh? Huh? How about...here! Oooo or maybe here?"
Meanwhile in his lap, Wally was a squirming mess of giggles and squeaks, eyes scrunched up and mouth opened in a wide grin, the painter desperately tried to grasp onto his friend's larger paws, pushing at them with no avail.
"Nahaha! Nohohoho! N-No ticklihihhing!"
The blue beagle rose a single brow. "No tickling? But i thought you loved tickling! I mean just look at how much your laughing! You look like you're having a blast!"
Wally squealed, giving up trying to push at his friend's paws in order to cover his face, which was quickly getting redder by the second, with both his hands.
Barnaby chuckled fondly, wiggling his fingers in Wally's now exposed underarms. "Aw come on kid, none of that now. Let's see that smile of yours!"
The blue-haired puppet snorted loudly, clasping his hands down quickly to his sides.
"Ahahahehehee! Barnabyhehe!"
"Barnaby? Oh no, my dear Wally you are mistaken, I'm not Barnaby right now.....I'm the tickle monster!"
With a playful growl, the blue puppet formed his paw into the shape of a claw, before bringing it down to gently claw at Wally's stomach, tickling him now in earnest.
Wally's giggles quickly became full-blown cackles and snorts, frantically shaking his head back and forth as he squirmed. Messing up his usually neat and gelled-up hair, which was now dangling loose and sticking up all over the place.
Barnaby's cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling at his friend's endearing reaction, that and the fact he had yet to ask for him to stop. The beagle gave a fond shake of his head, chuckling softly.
He abruptly stopped his attack, leaving Wally giggling quietly in his lap. After a second of catching his breath, the yellow puppet cracked open his eyes to look up at him in confusion. Barnaby just gave him a wide toothy grin.
"Say, Wally? What's a Tickle monster's favorite snack? "
Wally's eyes widened at his he let out a squeak, sputtering out frantic giggly protests, which Barnaby paid no mind to as he scooped his hands underneath his friend.
"Raspberries!" He exclaimed, and with it lifted Wally up in his arms to blow a big raspberry right into his belly. Nearly bursting an eardrum from how loud his smaller friend squealed right close to his floppy ears.
"NahahahAHAHA! BarnabyHEHE!"
Picking up on the wheeze in his friend's voice, Barnaby stopped. Carefully lowering his quietly cackling companion back down into his lap, placing him there and simply leaning back against the couch cushions and letting the little painter catch back his breath.
After a moment, his gradual titters finally faded away. Leaving him red-faced and curled up in Barnaby's lap, with a groan he lifted both his hands up to cover his face.
"Why are you so mean?" He whined, causing Barnaby to let out a laugh.
"Me? Mean? You say that as if you weren't not telling me to stop."
The rest of what he had to say was drowned out by the blue-haired painter's flustered whining and threats of revenge.
Barnaby chuckled, bringing up a large paw to pat the top of his friends head.
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