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[bimobuddy]

Because I haven't done this yet, I'm doing it now.

Introduction, DNI list, Fandoms, and Rules for Interaction (Updated)

Introduction

Hello! I'm Talon!! The 'blog mascot,' or main oc is Bimo, a blue cat, because who doesn't like a funky lil character?

This page is mostly SFW, and a safe place for everyone, don't worry. I don't really write NSFW here, but as I'm an adult, I might start, but everything will be tagged appropriately.

Update: If you prefer more 18+ content, you may find my k!nk blog > here <

I write fanfics (once in a blue moon, because I often either forget to finish drafts, or I lose motivation to write)

I'm 22, so if you're a minor, please do not interact. Nothing against y'all, it's just not appropriate for adults and minors to interact online.

Fandoms

I'll edit the post and add to this when I join a new fandom.

Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish (and original)

What We Do in the Shadows

A Goofy Movie/ An Extremely Goofy Movie

Guardians of the Galaxy (all 3 movies)

Helluva Boss/ Hazbin

Across the Spiderverse

Darkwing Duck

Ducktales (2017)

Legend of the Three Caballeros

The Umbrella Academy

Sailor Moon

Doctor Who

Batman

LoZ - BotW

TMNT (2012 and Rise)

Welcome Home

DHMIS

This is still a work in progress

Rules for Interaction

Please be respectful, not only to me, but to anyone else interacting with this blog. You may not like everything that's on here, and that's okay, my blog isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea, but please keep it respectful, I don't want arguments in any comment section.

You can reblog, but please don't repost

I don't consider my art 'good enough to steal,' but it has happened in the past, so PLEASE do not steal any art from me, please don't use any of my characters as faceclaims for your own OCs, please don't use them in role-play, bots, etc. Just leave them here, please.

If you send asks, please just be respectful. If you send a 18+ ask targeted at me (asking for explicit photos or harassing), you will be blocked.

Finally: I don't mind if you spam-like my content, in fact I actually find joy in the fact that someone might go through my blog and just find a bunch of shit that they enjoy :)

Also if you are an empty blog and have absolutely nothing in your bio, I will block you because I'll probably assume you're a bot or minor.

DNI list

LGBT-phobes

Pedos/ Maps

Pro-shippers

Porn blogs

Minors

Zoophiles

[snowypolaroid]

im just gonna kill people who mistag their shit with #tickle art. THAT IS A NAKED MAN. GO AWAY.

[anxious-lee]

is this a problem people are having wtf 👀

[bimobuddy]

I think it may be bots because they do this almost every tag

I remember searching through the Mario tag after the Mario Movie came out and got visually assaulted by an image of a naked woman because it had been tagged as 'Mario Bros' despite not being related at all

Bots or People, whatever it is, they post porn under random tags all the time unfortunately

[bimobuddy]

Back on my Smurf obsession

Here's my favorite grumpy guy getting tiggled

[despite this art being sfw, minors please dni]

[bimobuddy]

"Oh you like tickling? That's so cute and sweet, what are your other interests? I bet they're just as fluffy!"

I drink my morning coffee and watch documentaries about forensic entomology (how the presence of insects are used to solve murders)

[cloudysfluffs]

she had to find SOME way to shut him up

[cloudysfluffs]

wiggle wiggle :)

[bimobuddy]

SCREAMING

THIS WAS MY FAVORITE SCENE AS A KID!!!

I LOVED this movie growing up oh my gosh, you have no idea how fast I clicked on this notification

PLEASE post the other art 🙏

[gnarplee]

popquiz

summary: teeth gets a little idea and zoot is unfortunately the subject of it

pairings: dr teeth x zoot

warnings: tk fic if thats something u arent a fan of, foot/paw tks

notes: based off another drawing i did, takes place in muppets mayhem

Dr. Teeth sat on the couch, smirking softly as he gazed at Zoot, who was fast asleep across from him, legs resting on his lap. A nice, peaceful moment. Humming to himself, the keyboardist reached to grab the remote to the TV in front of them, surfing through channels to see if there was anything decent on at this time. Zoot stirred from his slumber a little when he could faintly hear the music playing from the TV, the tune almost ringing a very foggy bell in his hazy memory. Those people looked kinda familiar, so were their instruments, the way they sounded all together. It was almost as if he knows them, or knew them at some point. Teeth felt kinda bad for unintentionally waking Zoot up, but he had to chuckle lightly at his expression as he appeared to be trying to me mentally piece together why what he was watching looked so familiar to him.

Teeth, and pretty much everyone else knew how Zoot’s memory was usually. That was the reason they gifted him that camera, so he could remember more. It was kind of a 50/50 whether or not he did, but at least it helped him somewhat. They never made fun of him- just some of the band’s usual teasing, which they knew he was ok with, even though he’d get all red and blushy over it- hm… and that kind of gave Teeth an idea. A rather michievous one. He started by gently poking the bottom of Zoot’s foot, making the saxophone player let out a squeak, trying to pull it away. But it was too late. Teeth wrapped part of his stretchy arm around Zoot’s ankles, making sure he couldn’t move them. This alarmed Zoot a bit, eyebrows furrowing behind his sunglasses. All the while Teeth had the kind of grin that one would associate with individuals who consumed fecal matter, even as innocuous as he was trying to seem.

“Uhh.. Teeth..?” Zoot mumbled, still kind of sleepy. “What’s goin’ on..?”

“Nothin’ in particular, Zooty-pie.” Teeth chuckled. “I just had an idea. Ya up to play a lil’ game? The others ain’t home yet, so it’s just one versufying one.”

Zoot looked at the TV, then at Teeth. “Oh, like PING?”

“PONG.” Teeth answered.

“Ohhh, PONG.” Zoot nodded slowly. “Yeah, we can play that… uh, do you remember where the controllers are?”

“We don’t need no controllicators for this here game we’re playin’. It’s simple, I’ll just be askin’ ya some queries, and ya gotta try to answer to the verrry best of your ability. Or…” Teeth paused. “..There shall be consequences.”

“Uhm.. what kind of consequences? Do I like… lose a turn?” Zoot asked.

“Ya won’t lose nothin’ serious. Don’t wanna spoilify what they’ll be, though. If ya get enough right, ya get to decide where we order pizza from tonight. Sound like a fair risk?” Teeth smirked.

“…Uh, sure. Will they be hard questions?” Zoot sat himself up.

“Nah, just whatever comes to my musical mind. But I’ll try to think of an easy one to start’cha off…” Teeth poised one of his hands in front of Zoot’s feet, ready to attack if he got a wrong answer. And Zoot had no idea what his intentions were. “..Hmmmm.. how’sa bout… what instrument do ya play?”

“Uhhhh.. oh. S- Saxophone, right?” Zoot glanced over to Teeth.

“Correctamungo! I don’t think I, myself would’a gotten that one first go ‘round. So, good for now.” Teeth kept his hand where it was. “Next questionnnn.. hmm.. what’s your shoe’s name? The talkin’ one?”

Zoot processed for a minute, trying to come up with an answer, before it hit him. “Jimmy Shoe?”

“Ding ding ding, right again! Doin’ better than I thought- not that I thought you’d suck, hahah. That’s two correct, but I gotta start imagineering some harder ones..” Teeth thought for a moment. “Alright, saxman, what was the first song we all played together as a band?”

“Uhh..” Zoot tried to think. He swore he knew the answer, but all he had were blanks. He wasn’t sure why, but the way Teeth was looking at him funny.. it was making him a little nervous. “Was it, uhh… um.. was it… K- Kodachrome?”

“Ehh!” Teeth mimicked the sound of an incorrect buzzer. “Got one wrong, Zooty! Time for your first penalizing penalty!” Teeth wiggled his fingers against Zoot’s sole, making him immediately gasp and squirm in his seat at the touch.

“Gahh-HEEEEEH?!? GHaha-ahahahAHAH! TEHEHEHEHEETH?!” Zoot gripped the side of the couch to prevent himself from tumbling off it. Teeth’s tickly fingers were making him giggle like mad, and he was only touching the one foot. This was the ‘game’ he wanted to play? “TEHEHEEETH! WHAHAH- WHY ARE YOHOHOU TI— HAHAHAHAAA- DOHOHOIN’ THAT TO MEHEHEHEHEE, MAN?!”

“This, my dear and dearest Zoot, is a penalty! And you’ll keep gettin’ ‘em if ya keep gettin’ them questions wrong!” Teeth moved his shades up and down. “Now, how ‘bout this one..? How much cash did we borrow to make that album?”

Now, why would he remember that? This crap had to be rigged! And he knew Teeth was having fun with this… which, Zoot was kinda enjoying it a little too, but not like he’d say that. “HMHMHMHAHAHA! EHEHEHE- UH- F- FOU— FOUR THOHOHOUSAND?!?”

“Brrr, wrong again! That’s your second one wrong, buddy! Why don’t we introduce another handy hand pal into this little game of ours?” Teeth laughed, using both hands to tickle up and down Zoot’s two feet.

Zoot squirmed harder, but could find no escape no matter how far he curled his toes or how much he wiggled to free himself of Teeth’s torturous grasp. “PFFFHEHEHEHEHEHE! SNRRK- TEEHEHEHEEEETH! OH GAHAHAHAHAHAD, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR, MAHAHAHAHAN! IT TI- HIHIHI- Y- YOU KNOW WHAHAHAHAHAT!”

“Hm, I don’t believe I do! Could’ja care to enlighten me, bright eyes?” Teeth asked as he focused on the saxophone player’s arches, making him screech. God, it was adorable how ticklish he was. “Oh, don’t tell me… this tickly-tickly-tickles, don’t it now?”

“IT DOHOHOHOHOHOESN’T!” Zoot’s shoulders shook as he laughed and squeaked. “EHEHEHEHEEEK! NAHAHAHAHAHAH! NO, NOHOHOHO!”

“And that’s where yer wrong, Zooty-patooty! We all know how tick-a-tick-a-tickliiish out beloved sax man is! Besides, why else would’ja be laughin’? Hahah!” Teeth continued. “So that’s yer third one wrong… how about we step this up a lil’?”

“GAHAHAHAH! WHAHAHAT DO Y-“ Zoot noticed Teeth grabbing a feather from his hat, which was still on his head, and his eyes widened. “Oh NO, NOHOHHOO, NOT THE FEHEHEHEATHER!”

“Aw, but a lil’ rockin’ birdie informificated me that’cha love when we use these on ya~!” Teeth swept the soft end of the feather across Zoot’s soles, hearing a high-pitched squeal from him. Up and down, side to side, fast and slow strokes, all of it made Zoot laugh harder. Oh, how adorable he was. “Well, alright… what did’ja have for breakfast yesterday mornin’?”

“EEHEHEHEEEK! WAHAHAHAHAHAHHH! I- I DOHOHOHOHON’T- HAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHEHEEE! SNRRK- CE- CEREAL, I GUESS?! AHAHAHAHAHAHHH!” Zoot yelled through wheezy, squeaky giggles. “TEHEHEHEHEETH?!”

“What kind of cereal?” Teeth winked. Oh, so that was how this sparkly asshole was going about it. “No pressure, Zoot. Just needa know what kind it was~”

“PFFHAHAHAH I DON’T KNOHOHOHOHOOWWW!” Zoot covered his blushing face. “AHAHAHAH! I- I DON’T REHEHEHEHEHEMEHEHEHEHEHEMBER!”

“Ah, gonna have to put that one down for the count as a loss! That makes four… but if ya get this one right, it may save ya!” Teeth switched to slower and more deliberate touches with the feather, making Zoot twitch and jolt in anticipation for whatever ‘worse’ things were to come. “What color are Floyd’s opticals?”

“HAHAHAHAHHH-HAHAHA?! I- I DOHOHOHN’T- I HAVE NO IDEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEA! T- THEY’RE JUHUHUHUST- MWAHAHAHAHAHAHH! EEHEHEHEEHEEEP! EHEHEHEHEH! I GIHIHIHIVE UP, I- IT’S SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Zoot wheezed.

“Oh! 5 wrong now, Zooty? That’s a perfect shame! Now your toesies are gonna get it!” Teeth moved the feather up to Zoot’s toes, making sure to get the in-between areas that got Zoot the worst. “And ya get an extra minute of this, too, just a lil’ extra karmaficafion initiation..~”

Zoot squealed into his hands, wishing he could pull away. But every time he tried, Teeth could catch him again. And he would tickle him more. He screeched when the keyboardist swept the feather under his sensitive toes, falling backwards on the couch in utter ticklish defeat. “NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEEERE! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOOO! TEETH, TEHEHEHEEETH HAHAHAHAHAHAHH! I- I’M SORREHEEHEHEEE- B- BE REAHAHAHAHAHAASONABLE! EEEK! I’LL TRY HAHAHAHARDER, I SWEHEHEHEHEAR! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Aww, such a ticklish cutie Zootie~ Does the feather tickle? Does it? Oh, lookit’cha, so helpless..” Teeth said as he watched Zoot squirm, drinking up all the noises he drew out of the poor saxophonist. “Now, what’s 2 + 2?”

“WHAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“What’s 2 + 2, Zooty? As in, the numbers. Could’ja tell me that?” Teeth repeated himself, snickering.

“BWAHAHAHAH- WHAHAHAT DOES THAT HAHAHAHEVE TO DOHOHOHOHO WITH- HEHEHEHEHEEEEK! THIHHIHHIHIHIS?!? MHMHMHHAHAHAHAHHH! IT’S- I- IT’S 20, IHIHIHISN’T IT??”

Teeth pretended to consider Zoot’s response for a moment, but when Zoot could see in the doctor’s eyes that he was in fact, wrong, he panicked. “Sorry, Zooty boy, but that ain’t right! Six wrongs, yanno what that means…!” Teeth used one hand to spider across every little area on Zoot’s sole, while the one holding the feather continued its torment on the sax player’s toes.

“DAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAMMIT!” Zoot screeched.

“Ah ah, no cursin’! That’s another minute of this for you!” Teeth smiled at Zoot’s misfortune. “Okay, Mr. Blue.. I wanna know, do ya perhaps recall where we sang ‘We Are One’? Just can’t seem to remember it m’self…”

“I- UHUHUHUM- EHEHEHEE! UHHM!”

“Wasn’t too long ago, man! And it was close by!” Teeth dropped hints to see if Zoot could clutch this one. “I believe in ya, buddy~”

“IN MIHIHIHICHIGAHAHAHAHAN?! IN AHAHAHA DEPARTMENT STOHOHOHORE?!” Zoot cackled and squeaked.

“It was in that Minecraft thingamabob, don’tcha remember? Our first time doin’ somethin’ like that! Hm, how shall I improvify this for lucky number seven…? Oh, I know!” Teeth grabbed another feather, this one seemingly coming from nowhere- Zoot’s eyes were full of tears and panic, and he shook his head as soon as he saw the second feather.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOO, NOT ANOTHEHEHEHER!” Zoot begged. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAN’T- I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-!!”

Bringing out the second feather proved to be a success, as Zoot could barely manage words with all the squealing, squeaking, and laughing he was doing. Both of them moved up and down, tickling away at different areas, while Teeth’s smirk widened and his golden tooth gleamed in the room’s dim lighting. “What’s wrong? Can’t take a little tickly-ticklies? Hah! Ya could handle the Swifties, but not this? That’s real adorable, yanno.”

“WHAHAHAHAHAT DO YOU MEHEHEHEHEHEEAN ‘ADORAHAHAHABLE’?!? GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHH! BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHH- PLEASE, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE MAKE THE NEXT ONE EASIER!” Zoot threw his head back.

“Hmm…! Since ya asked soooo nicely, could’ja tell me how cute and ticklish you are?” Teeth asked, clearly not about to use this for blackmail later.

But Zoot saw through him. “EEEHEHEHEEE! I- AHAHAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHAHAI’M NOT TEHEHEHEHELLIN’ YOU THAHAHAHAT, DUDEHEHE! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAAAP! LEHEHEHEHEEAVE MY FEET ALOHOHOHOHONE!”

“Yowch, is that any way to talk to yer bandmates? That’s it,” Teeth intensified the speed of the feathers, watching as Zoot slowly gave up. “I’ll show ya, sax man! Hang on tight, now!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOHAHAHHHH!!”

It lasted like this for a while. Zoot’s giggly gasps and wheezes filling the room, Teeth verbally teasing and doting on him, the tickly sensations that felt like they would never end- except, after a while of merciless tickles, they soon would. Teeth noticed Zoot’s squirms getting weaker, laughter getting more silent. His face was the color of Animal’s fur, and he had tears staining his cheeks as he hiccuped and twitched. Finally, he put the feathers away, trading the tickling for some more gentle rubbing, though even that managed to tickle Zoot as well. No wonder why he tried to back out whenever Janice was giving massages to everyone. Zoot let out tiny, leftover giggles that would spill from his mouth as he calmed down, heartbeat evening out and finally allowing him to catch his breath properly. Even though he looked absolutely exhausted, he looked adorable. And Teeth was proud of both himself and Zoot for a game well played.

“How was that?” Teeth asked the still-recovering Zoot.

“Hehehh.. ha.. d- did I get ehehenough right..?” Zoot asked back.

“Mmm… well, ya only got two right. But I’ll still letcha pick… if ya don’t tell Floyd we’re usin’ his wallet.” Teeth chuckled, imagining the look on the bassist’s face upon finding out his own money was spent.

“..That’s a cruel joke to play on him, man..” Zoot responded. “…I’m in on it.”

“Hahah, I knew our cutie-Zootie would agree.” Teeth lifted his heaf when he heard the front door open, and the faint rattling of Animal’s chain.

“Doc, we’re home!” Floyd called out. “What are we gettin’ tonight?!”

Teeth leaned over to Zoot and whispered. “He left his wallet upstairs in his coat pocket. Stay here and distract him while I go nab it..”

“ZOOT, ZOOOOT!” Animal chanted as he came running in, rubbing his face againt’s Zoot’s. “HI ZOOT!!!”

“Heh, hi there, Animal..” Zoot reached to pet Animal’s fluffy head. “Hope ya were good while y’all were out…”

“Threw his ball and it landed up in a tree somehow!” Floyd claimed. “So naturally, Animal decided to go up, scale the whole darn thing, and grab it himself…. THEN fall out, unharmed. I’m still pickin’ leaves outta my clothes from that mess!”

“So that must be why you looked like crap when we filmed Rockin’ Robin.” Zoot huffed out a small laugh.

“You—“ Floyd arched a fluffy eyebrow. “Ya remember that??? Wait- HEY! I DID NOT LOOK LIKE CRAP WHEN WE FILMED THAT! AND HOW COME YA REMEMBER THAT?!”

“I dunno, just a lucky guess.”

[gnarplee]

late night visitor

summary: something pays zoot a visit while hes asleep

warnings: shittily written tickle fic

pairings: none mentioned

notes: based off a drawing of mine from however long ago i dont fuckin remember man. takes place during the muppets mayhem. the shadow doesnt have a name yet but uses they/it pronouns

enjoy the ride 🛸

It was a ‘normal’ night in the Shack. Everyone was fast asleep, including Zoot, who snored as he lied comfortably in his bed. It was rarely this quiet here- if at all. But it took a little more than a bump in the night or Animal’s shenanegans to rouse him up from his slumber. So he didn’t react much when the shadows in the corner of his room began to shift, accumulating until they took a more practical form, one they could actually move in. Their many eyes opened one at a time, setting their sights on the sleepy blue muppet in bed. This was far from the first time they’ve met- they would visit him every few nights or so, and Zoot would always forget about it by the time he awoke, often taking anything he could remember as just the makings of a weird dream. He had those often, so he had no reason to believe some strange but very real entity was paying him visits in the dead of night. It would never hurt him or purposefully frighten him. It always did something, but again, he could never fully recall what. It would talk, but said nothing he ever retained. On the occasion he had these vivid ‘dreams’, his bandmates often reported hearing sounds during the night. Particularly laughter. The kind that sounded like Zoot’s. He shrugged it off- whatever was funny enough for him to be laughing wasn’t anything he could remember off the top of his head. And it wasn’t really bothersome, so what harm could it be?

The shadowy creature slinked towards the bed, drawing closer and closer til it was right at Zoot’s side. The sax player didn’t register their presence. Perfect. They stared down at him, watching his chest rise and fall as he rolled over onto his back and listening to him murmur in a barely audible manner. Carefully, the shadow used one inky, black tendril to pull down the blanket, two to coil around Zoot’s arms and hold them above his head, and another two to grab onto his ankles. This finally seemed to make the saxophonist begin to stir a little bit, feeling the shadowy limbs wrapping around his arms and legs. Zoot’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and that’s when he saw it. That thing again. He swore he could recognize it somehow. Wasn’t that the thing that he kept seeing in his dreams? He let out a yawn, trying to rub at his face, but finding that he couldn’t lower his arms. The shadow giggled, their eyes gleaming with amusement at his confusion and bewilderment.

“Wakey wakey, Mr. Blue…” It spoke in a cacophony of voices all talking at once, like a disharmonious melody that didn’t quite mesh in the way it should. “Ah, are you surprised to see us…? Right, we forgot how hazy your memory tends to be… but you recognize us now, don’t you?”

Zoot blinked. “Uuuhh… um.. what are you doing here..?”

“What? Can’t friends check in on eachother..? We looked forward to seeing you tonight.. and we’ll look forward to seeing you again after.. after all, you always have so much fun when we’re around…” The shadow tilted its ‘head’. “Do we not?”

“You ask that as if I can remember it…” Zoot just looked at the creature sleepily. “Can I go back to sleep now..?”

“Mm… but what fun would that be?” Another tendril appeared, this time to roll up Zoot’s shirt, just enough to expose his stomach to the cool air of the bedroom. He could see a few more slithering near his sides and at the foot of his bed.

“Huh.. what are you…” Zoot asked, only to feel a tendril circling around his now vulnerable tummy. He jolted, eyes going wide when he realized what was happening. “W- WahAHAHAHAH? Nohohoho, wait, what fohohor?! GahaHAHAHAHAHAHHH!”

“Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies..~” The shadow sang teasingly as the tendril got closer to Zoot’s belly button. “Ashes, ashes, we all…”

“NO- NOHOHOHOHOHOO! NAHAHAHAT THERE!” Zoot cackled, wiggling and twisting desperately to avoid the incoming tickles, but this would only egg the creature on further, hearing it giggle at his panic. “PLEHEHEASE, I’M BEHEHEGGING YOU MAHAHAHAN!!”

“Fall…”

“S- SOHOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHEELP!” Zoot cried out into the dark, no one responded.

“….Down~!” The shadowy creature finally pounced, tickling right in the middle of the star-shaped button and marvelling at how it glowed softly from the tickling. “Aw, how cute…! We didn’t know you were like a little nightlight… and we thought we knew everything about you…!”

“GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHH! EHEHEEEP! STAHA- STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAP!! OH GAHAHAHAHAD!” The saxophonist shrieked and let his head fall back onto the pillows. “NOHOHOHAAHAHAAAA! I- I CAHAHAHAN’T HANDLE THAHAHAT! PLEHEHEHEHEEASE!”

“Oh, but you could handle it every other time we’ve come by… what’s so different about tonight now, hm..?” The creature wriggled a few more tendrils through Zoot’s sleeves in order to get to his underarms, and the ones sitting by the end of the bed attacked various areas of his feet, earning it a rare loud squeal. “If we remember correctly… you got so panicked when we tickled you here last time… isn’t that right?”

“BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHA! DOHOHON’T- GAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAH! C’MOHOHOHOHOHON MAN! THIHIHIHIS ISN’T FUNNYHEHEHEHEEEE!” The sax player pleaded through wheezing giggles and frantic laughter. He could feel the tears forming, but this wasn’t over yet. “LEHEHEHEHEEAVE ME ALOHOHOHOHONE, YOHOHOHOHOU FREAK!”

The shadow narrowed its several eyes. “Oh? We’re freaks now? Interesting… but that’s no way to talk to a friend, is it? We should teach you a lesson… don’t you agree?” It let out a sinister chuckle as it ceased the tickling on Zoot’s stomach for a brief moment, only to immediately start back up again with shadowy claws scratching at the ticklish spot.

Zoot practically screamed with laughter, desperately tugging at his restraints to no avail. To make things worse, the thing was now leaning closer, its breath tickling his skin and making him shiver. He could tell it was getting enjoyment from this, just by the look on its face. Was this why it constantly visited him? To basically torment him for no other reason than ‘fun’? “GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHH! NOHOHOHOHOT THE CLAHAHAWS! OHOHOHOH NOHOHO! I- I’M SORRYHEEE! I’M SORRY, J- JUST PLEHEHEHEASE STOP! IHIHIHIHI’M TOO TICKLISH FOR THAHAHAHAT!”

“Aw, now he’s sorry… but how do we know you’re not being a liar, pants-on-fire..?” The creature began to lower its head, and Zoot immediately knew what was coming. The little ‘NONONO!’ he let out was just too cute. “If you’re lying, then…”

“THEHEHEHEHEN JANICE WOULDAHAHAHA SNEEZED! SHEHEHEHE WOULDA SNEEHEEHEEZED BY NOHOHOHOW!” Zoot squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could push that thing’s head away. Like they would even let him.

“Well, she isn’t going to be helping you, we’re afraid… wouldn’t want to disrupt her beauty sleep… would we~? So, you’d best not scream too loud…!” The shadow giggled, its head stopping a few inches away from Zoot’s stomach. “Well…?”

“NO! NOHOHO! GEHEHEHET AWAY- GET AWAHAHAHAHAY FROM MEHEHE! GET AWAY FROM MEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE—!!” Zoot’s entire body jolted as the creature finally made contact, blowing a raspberry directly onto his belly. It didn’t even have a mouth to speak of- how did it tickle so badly? “WAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHH! NO WAHAHAHAHAHAAAY! PLEASE, AHHH! CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT! I CAHAHAN’T- HAHAHAHA! SOMEONE HEHEHEHEHELP ME! GAHAHAHAHH! I- I’M GONNA DIEHEHEE!”

“We take it you won’t be calling us names anymore..?” The light vibrations from the creature’s speech only made Zoot laugh more, tears streaming down his face.

“I WOHOHOHOHON’T! GAHAHAHAHAH- I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR! I SWEAR I WOHOHOHOHON’T! Y- YOHOHOHOU HAVE MY WOHOHOHORD! NOW PLEHEHEHEASE MAKE IT STAHAHAHAP!”

Zoot thought he could’ve passed out if it went on just a bit longer, but at last, the shadow pulled away from him, something akin to satisfaction in its glowing eyes. He panted, and the tendrils finally released him. He would curl in on himself protectively, half-expecting to be tickled more. The shadow dragged the blanket it had moved back up to cover Zoot as he lied there, still shivering and giggling to himself from that encounter. One of its clawed hands pat him on the head.

“That wasn’t so hard, now, was it…?” It murmured, slinking towards the wall. “We have to go now… rest for us, won’t you…? We’ll be waiting for you another night… farewell…”

And just like that, it was over. It was all over. That thing was gone, it was all done with. Zoot sighed as he shut his eyes and soon fell into sleep, where he wouldn’t be interrupted again for the night. Come daytime, he awoke in his usual daze, his memory of the previous events a blur. He looked at the walls, at the corners of the room- nothing was there. He felt strange. Jumpy, almost. His cheeks were tingling, and he couldn’t discern why. Whatever. It.. It didn’t matter. He got up out of bed, still in pajamas and all, put on his sunglasses and his hat, and wandered out of his bedroom. He heard the distant chatter of his bandmates- looks like everyone was awake already. As he walked out, he knew there were eyes on him. Why would they all be looking at him? Nothing happened, right? Nothing happened… that’s what he thought.

“Look who’s finally here,” Floyd smirked. “Ya took longer than yesterday.”

“I overslept.” Zoot answered, finding a seat. “Not a big deal, man.”

“You like, still look kinda tired.” Janice said.

“Don’t I usually?” Zoot looked at the guitarist, who shrugged.

“Relax, gang,” Teeth was next to speak. “The saxman just needed to count a couple extra sheeps, is all. Understandificatable, he sounded to my ears like he was havin’ a lot of fun lastnight.”

“…What do you mean?” Zoot asked.

“Yew was laffin’, blue.” Lips answered. “Uh lawt.”

“Why would I be…….” Zoot trailed off, like something just hit him. Like he remembered what they were talking about. He looked at his bandmates- he clearly had some explaining to do.

And as if Floyd couldn’t make things worse- “Don’t make us tickle it outta ya! Hahahah!”

God damn it.

[bimobuddy]

Did I just enroll in a college course so I could write better kink fanfiction?

Yeah ._.

[bimobuddy]

I could have sworn someone had sent me an ask, maybe months to a year ago, about the Smurfs and I searched high and low for it because I want to write something tickle related about them

but it's gone 😔

I'll post a link to my au, but that blog isn't tk related in the slightest so please behave /lh

You can also see what they look like, if that makes it any more interesting, maybe. If anyone wants to send me tk related asks, you can send them to this blog here, but if you're curious about the au in general, send it to my smurf blog

[gnarplee]

sigh well thanks to my mom dragging me out of the house at 2 am to do laundry and somehow making it take so long that we didnt get home til 5 am, coloring this will have to wait until later tomorrow

[bimobuddy]

So

That finale huh?

[bimobuddy]

"Man, I think I'll look up some Muppets tickle content-"

*my blog is the only one that shows up*

"Man, I remember reading some really cute tickle fanfics between those Muppet scientist-"

*their blog is gone without a trace*

man okay :(

[giulscomix]

OMG!! My Comic has been dubbed!! O////O I'm so flattered and flustered at the same time! XD They did such a good job on it, check this out ⬇️

[ticklishbeans4]

The VA’s did such a good job!! This was so cute!!!

[bimobuddy]

Can we get your opinion about how Dr.Teeth, who is most likely not ticklish at all, how exactly he would tickle each of his band members??

I actually do think Teeth is ticklish, but I think both

A) It's really hard for the others to get him because he's good at avoiding it and getting them first

B) He's good at holding in or stifling his reactions... And then he also gets you back lol

As for the others, I think he's universally feared as a ler, and he has different methods for everyone

• Floyd: He's been friends with Floyd for years, he knows everything about him, including the fact that Floyd doesn't fight back much and actually enjoys it.

He'll just dig into his ribs, and Floyd will wheeze and his knees will give out, so then he's only being held up by Teeth's tickling hands under his arms, and there's not much he can do about it

• Janice: He's gentler with her, despite the fact that surprisingly, she's a fighter and she's really strong. She doesn't mean to fight back or swing at anyone, her reflexes just take over. Anytime she actually hits someone she's immediately drawing her hands in toward her chest and apologizing, but the guys are used to it and don't mind. They love her.

Though, over the years she has learned how to channel that energy into non-violent movements like stomping her feet and twisting her body away, but occasionally a hand will go flying, and Teeth has learned to just snatch it up like, "Oh was this for me? Thanks sweetheart~" and he'll hold it up and get under her arm

• Lips: He gets treated like an instrument and he "hates" it. He's already cheery and laughs a lot, and it's pretty easy for Teeth to just drag him either into his lap or against his side and skitter his fingers down his ribs like he's playing a piano

Lips can't fight back, his instinctual reaction is to just curl up and hope for the best.

Teeth is a little extra mean and likes to pretend he's playing Lips like and instrument. "Just gotta hit that high note-" he grabs Lips's hips and wiggles his thumbs into them, making the poor trumpet player scream, "There we go :) "

• Zoot: This sleepy man is such an easy target. He's a back sleeper and his arms are almost always up and behind his head

Most commonly, Teeth does drive-by tickles. If he's walking by the couch, he'll reach over and scribble over Zoot's tummy briefly just to get a giggle or a gasp, grinning to himself as the sax player sits up and covers his belly

Sometimes though he'll vibrate all ten (eight??) fingers into the man's ribs just to watch him laugh and flail aimlessly

I think Zoot's body wants to fight back or escape but he's so confused that it's more like if someone controlling him were just spamming all the buttons at the same time. He just has no idea what to do, and it leaves him vulnerable to more tickles

• Animal: Animal does not get tickled often because he's a fighter and a biter. Like Janice, he doesn't mean to hurt anyone, it's just how he reacts. Teeth is a bit more playful with Animal though, and riles him up like a dog, which gets him scolded by Floyd

He does that thing where he'll suddenly drop himself a couple inches downward, wiggling his fingers, and Animal gets whatever his equivalent of zoomies are and darts away, running around.

He is impossible to catch in this state and Floyd always chastises Teeth about getting him worked up

Bonus: He's tried to tickle Nora before but she was quick to take his van keys and put them on a high shelf as punishment, so now he leaves her be

[bimobuddy]

Floyd being mean and trapping Lips by sitting on his legs, then nonstop massaging his fingers into the man's hips, just rubbing in circles while the trumpet player loses his mind

Lips is usually pretty strong, falling just under Animal in strength, but when he's getting tickled he's so helpless and weak it's almost pathetic

On top of that, Lips cannot form a coherent word, let alone a sentence, so he either is gonna have to wait until Floyd stops on his own, or he's gonna have to throw in the towel and tap out, which he does not wanna do

minors dni

[bimobuddy]

I'm in deep y'all

I'm watching Muppets Mayhem for the second time now, which isnt something I typically do. The only other show I willingly rewatch over and over again is Doctor who ._.

I usually finish a show and that's it