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Intro to Account

Last updated: June 12 2025

Hello everybody my name is blankcardd, but you can also just refer to me as card or blank for short.

For a quick explanation on what this blog contains it has...

.Tickles (As this is a tickle blog)

.Fanfics

. Random Ramblings

.Nerdy stuff

.Genshin (Im sure you could've recognized from the PFP)

This will mainly be a blog for Genshin fanfiction however there will be random other stuff on here as well.

Below you will find more important things for those of you interested like if this blog is SFW or NSFW,the tags that I will use,list of fics,ect

SFW/NSFW

So this blog is going to be purely safe for work as of right now however if I ever want to change that I will be making a post about it and also change the information in this section.

Writing requests

Important - I will only be taking request for Genshin Impact

Currently - Open

(Please also keep in mind that when the school season is in progress it will be very difficult for me to respond to any request at all)

"Why are you writing?"

2 big reasons

. I was bored

. I also is loved the Genshin impact tickle docs and wanted to write some of my own

Of course at first I was very nervous with this because putting yourself out into the world of the internet for people to see and judge you at least in concept is scary, however one of my favorite authors and bloggers on this platform @aticklishpercivalwriter was a big inspiration for me not only writing but also when he followed me it gave me the biggest boost in confidence and I suddenly felt like I could write anything as long as I really tried to put my best effort out there. Also please go check out Percival's blog as he makes some really great stuff that I couldn't recommend enogh.

Q/A

For what you can ask me is really entirely up to you, however keep in mind if its weird or gross in any way I won't respond. For the most part though please ask me anything and I will try to respond as fast as I can.

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Other then that I don't really have much else. When it comes to socials I don't have any lol.

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Commissions are Open!

Last Updated: June 12, 2026

So, I'm trying commissions for the months of June and July!

Fill out the form here! (You can also DM me to if the form doesn't work but please go with the form as it is preferred.)

The rates are as follows. $5 for 500 words, $10 for 1000 words, $15 for 1500 words and so on with the pattern. A large request, 1500+ words, will need to be discussed.

Fics may be a little over or under the word limit, +/- 10-100 words. Price will remain the same regardless.

$2 deposit is required after discussing the details of what you want in the fic (plot/prompt, pairing, genre, SFW or N$FW, etc.) and after I'm done writing the fic and it is to your liking, you can pay the rest!

Fandoms I will write for are Genshin Impact and A Date With Death (1 and 2). Regarding Genshin, any character outside of the usual characters I write will take longer since I need to get a feel for them and may be ooc, so keep that in mind.

I can write SFW or N$FW. Pairings are M/M, Poly, Self-Insert (/Reader). Can be Romantic or Platonic. And for Genres, Pure Fluff or Hurt/Comfort.

If you don't see what you're interested above, you can still send something and I'll be happy to look it over. I'll politely decline if I can't write it, so nothing to lose!

Here is my collection of personal tickle stuff I have collected to help you with ideas :)

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Just added the Sketch comic and Simple color sketch page commission options on my ko-fi page!

Go check it out if you are interested.

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We're back! ✨

Hello everyone! I am so so so happy to announce that I'll be accepting commissions again *screams*

I managed to fix the situations going around and we're all good to continue ehe

You can check my ko-fi right here

Also, there has been a tiny update on the prices, so please make sure to check that out or ask me directly!

Again, thank you so so much for your endless support, everyone! You all were so so kind in your comments in my last post about me closing commissions. Thank you so so kindly for thaaaat, I was really happy ♥

I'll be reblogging this post tomorrow morning/afternoon, so please don't be surprised to see me around again!

Thank you so muuuuch!

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A Not So Peaceful Morning

A/N: I came across the light novel a few weeks ago and immediately feel in love with it. Later on, I even found out that there is a manhwa to it, that roughly covers the entire available novel up to now. The relationship between Cale and the Raon is such a cute one and upon reading it, I couldn’t help but write a little something with this “father-son” duo…

Summary: Cale just wanted to have a peaceful morning, though Raon had other plans…  

Words: 1,673 words under the cut

It was a quiet, sunny morning in the Henituse Estate. The soft golden light of dawn spilled through the tall windows of Cale’s bedroom, warming the polished wooden floor and lazily stretching across the room until it reached the edge of the bed. On that bed, buried under a luxurious blanket, was the (in)famous lout still sound asleep, peacefully.

Only a mess of red hair stuck out from the top… and a single foot was carelessly poking out from under the covers, toes relaxed, heel slightly hanging over the edge. Cale Henituse had declared war against the morning and he was determined to win by doing absolutely nothing. “...Mmph.”  

He shifted slightly, his foot twitching once as a soft breeze from the cracked window brushed over it. Still half-asleep, he sighed and buried himself deeper into the comfy mattress. The bed was warm. The world outside was full of stress and work and worst of all people. Today, he would stay in bed and rest his “overworked” body. No responsibilities. No plans.

Just ten more minutes - no, thirty - and maybe he’d be a real human again… Well, maybe. “Human! Human!” Cale visibly winced as a bright, cheerful voice pierced through the silence. “It’s time to wake up! Let’s eat! Or play! Or read together!” “Raon…” Cale groaned from beneath the blanket, dragging the name out like an exhausted sigh, “it’s too early.”

The blanket rustled. There was a soft flump as something light landed on the bed. “Human~” Raon chirped, creeping closer. “Are you hiding from me?” “No I’m not.” “But you’re not even looking at me, human!” Cale didn’t respond. He hoped maybe if he stayed silent long enough, Raon would wander off and bother someone else instead.

He did not, instead the little creature tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing on the foot still sticking out from the end of the blanket, his tail giving one interested twitch. Carefully, he padded forward. His nose crinkled slightly in mischief. “Human~” he sing-songed, stretching the word in that way only he could manage.

The little dragon was this close to sticking his nose under the blanket when something strange happened. With no real intention, his tail swayed and lightly brushed against the soft skin of Cale’s heel and sole, causing a sudden jolt from under the covers. “-Hhkk!”

The redhead’s foot twitched violently and immediately disappeared under the blanket, like a turtle retracting into its shell, with a sharp hiss that turned into something suspiciously close to a snort. Raon blinked. “...Human?” he said slowly. Silence. “Was that- Did I-?”

Curious, the little dragon backed up, then purposely pushed the - now covered - foot with one of his tiny paws again. This time, the foot twitched even stronger and a muffled groan came from beneath the sheets. “Stop that,” Cale muttered, voice gravelly with sleep, “Raon. Go… read a book. Or terrorize Vicross. Something quiet.”

“Ohhh?~” Raon’s ears perked up. “Human, are you… ticklish?” he asked, having learned about its fundamentals just a few days ago. “No,” Cale answered a little bit too quickly. Raon’s eyes glinted like a cat’s spotting a mouse. “The great and mighty Raon Miru has discovered another one of your many weaknesses~” he declared proudly.

“I’m not,” the redhead tried to argue, but he could already feel the doom approaching. “You are ticklish! You just jumped like someone lit a spark under you!” “I was just cold,” Cale insisted, but he could already feel his face heating up - or was it because he was still hidden under his comfy blanket?

Raon let out something like a huff and before Cale could react, he had already dove under the blanket, tail twitching excitedly. “I’m gonna proof your ticklish, weak human~” That caught Cale’s attention. “DoHon’t you dare,” he warned, even though he was already starting to snort.

“DoHohon’t even think about- hhng! RaHahon st-stoHohop!” he tried to stifle a laugh, but the first chuckles were already escaped him, turning into a sharp inhale when Raon’s little horns gently nudged against his side. Okay, he was ticklish… really ticklish, but he couldn’t let him find out… well it was probably too late for that. “PfftFt… NGhghh, noHohot thEhehre!”

Cale tried to curl up tighter, but Raon didn’t let that stop him and just nuzzled his snout up into his ribs, brushing against the fabric of Cale’s pajama shirt, as he twisted and wiggled with all the excitement of a child on sugar. “You lied to me human~” Raon giggled, his front paws wiggling over his upper body, earning more and more laughter from the redhead.

“NoHohoho hahAhahAhah- g-geHeheht off! That’s my ribs, Raon! HaHAHAhhahahah! I'm going to- *snrk* throHohow you out the window!” he tried to intimidated him, but the creature bluntly ignored his words - there where bigger fish to catch and more tickle spots to find. After all, he rarely got to hear this human making such funny noises.

So, all Cale could do, was trying to bear with it, while laughing his head off. “St-Stop! AhAhahHAah! Y-You liHihihittle menace!” he breathed out, already feeling tears of mirth forming in his eyes. Why had this body be so damn sensitive? He hadn't been so ticklish back in his original one and Cale really wondered why it now was.

“THE GREAT AND MIGHTY RAON MIRU IS NOT A MENACE!” Raon argued playfully, his wings fluttered every time Cale shifted, as he added his tail into the tickle attack as well, dragging it skillfully over his stomach and lower sides, before he sneaked it under his shirt. This made Cale explode and the redhead couldn’t believe how sensitive it made him feel.

“StoHOhop iHIhit! NoHOhoT thEhehre! RAhHahon!! HAhahAHAHAHha!” Cale laughed, no almost screamed and he wondered why Ron or the twins, hadn’t already stormed into his room, though he would prefer if all of them would stay away, not wanting to be seen in this kind of “predicament”. “You’re so sensitive human~” Raon teased, having the time of his life.

By now, he had robbed high enough so that his nose now poked against Cale’s collarbone. “I’m- ahAHAHAhahh I cahAhhn’t!” Every time he tried to trap the tail or push it away, Raon squeaked and flailed and ended up brushing an entirely new ticklish spot.

Cale was now attacked on multiple spots and he had neither the energy nor the desire to do much against it. In fact, despite his protests, his voice was getting lighter with each laugh and his hands, instead of pushing Raon away, ended up gently wrapping around the little dragon in a half-hearted attempt to wrestle him into stillness. “Human~ Do you want me to tickl-”

“Okay! Okay! I’m awake, I’m awake- ahHahahha Raon-!” Cale whined before Raon could continue. He couldn’t win a discussion with the four-year-old anyways and he was too exhausted to do so. Raon finally paused, victorious, and popped his head out from under the blanket, his ears perked and eyes bright with joy as he smiled up at his human.

“You look really happy!” he announced proudly. “Your eyes are sparkling!” “My eyes have trauma,” Cale corrected, breathless and squinting at the ceiling, arms still loosely wrapped around the squirmy dragon as he caught his breath. “You’re a rascal,” he muttered, voice soft but fond. Raon blinked. “A great and mighty rascal?” Cale snorted, lips twitching.

“...Sure. That.” There was a long, peaceful pause, then Cale’s fingers twitched. He sucked in a breath, eyes still watery from the ambush. “…You’re going to pay for that,” he whispered darkly, his trademark grin creeping up on his face. Raon blinked, confused, until suddenly strong fingers wiggled along the sides of his belly.

“H-HUUH!?” Raon shrieked, twisting wildly under the blanket. “YOU- YOU SAID YOU WERE TIRED- HAHAHA- HUMAAAN!!” Cale rolled them gently so Raon was tucked into the crook of his arm and proceeded to calmly tickle up and down the dragon’s belly. “H-HUMAN! YOU TRAITOR! I- I AM- HAHAHAHA- THE M-MIGHTY- NOOO- NOHOT THE BELLY!”

The redhead smirked with a satisfying grin on his face. “I warned you,” Cale said, his voice smug, “but no one ever listens to me~” “TRAITOR! FALSE HUMAN! BETRAYER OF DRAGONS!” Raon squealed, his laughter hiccupping into high-pitched giggles. Though, he made no really attempts to escape it. “I- I SHALL REMEMBER THIS!”

“Of course you will~” he teased as he used one arm to pin the dragon gently against his chest while his other hand sneakily dug into Raon’s soft sides and underarms. His scales felt soft and Cale couldn’t’ help but smile along with him.

“NOHOHOHO H-HUMAHAN! STOHOP!” Raon cried out. Cale chuckled, but he immediately slowed down his assault until he was simply holding Raon close, rubbing small soothing circles along his back. “You’re warm,” he mumbled, “maybe you’re useful after all.” Raon panted dramatically and puffed up his chest.

“Of course I am useful! I am always useful. You should keep me as a blanket every morning.” Cale rolled his eyes. “That was the plan. Until you turned into a tickling weapon of mass destruction.” Raon blinked innocently. “...That was an accident.” “You did it again on purpose.” “...I was curious.” “Hmm.”

They lay there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. The redhead sighed. “Alright,” he mumbled, “five more minutes. But if you tickle me again, I’m telling the twins about it.” Raon gasped. “You would not!” “Try me.” A pause. Then a muffled snicker. “...Maybe just a little tail flick?” Cale cracked an eye open. “Raon.”

The little dragon giggled. “Okay, okay! Five minutes. No tickles. Just cuddles.” Cale nodded and pulled him closer, letting the dragon curl up under his chin, as he rubbed his head gently, smiling when Raon leaned into the touch. “Good,” he whispered, “you're the only one allowed to invade my mornings like this.” Raon smiled, nuzzling into his human. “I shall invade them every day then.” Cale groaned, already regretting his words, but secretly, he didn’t mind one bit.

...

Little bonus from the manhwa chapter 41

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Old fic but I really love this one.

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‼️EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS‼️

For now I’m doing ok, but I’m just gonna place this here again just in case

Had to leave my job due to high stress mixed with moving prep, so if anyone is able to spread the word or have any commissions in mind, they’ll be open.

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Hello

Even though I lost my 1.1k acc, I already said that the number of followers didn't matter so much to me, because I have so many interactions in silly and random posts rn.

I finally feel not so awkward to post, and I don't feel the urge to please people like before too HAHAHAHAH

so I really appreciate everyone that enjoy my hard working and my way of seeing the world 🤓 let's be silly and own what makes us happy, I'm glad to be part of this community!! I see and hear you, thanks for doing the same to me

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Wild Instinct | Cynonary

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FABIFABIIIIII (@lovelynim) I love you soooo much, I hope you like this little giftie gift ❤️ I tried to post it in kinda morning time for you because... yes. I wish you the happiest of days today Fabifabifabifabifabifabifabi! ❤️❤️ MWWWAAAAAHH

Summary: Did you know fennec foxes are playful creatures? Cyno didn't. 

Words: 1k+

He was not one to take work home, he preferred to finish all those matters at the end of his workday and enjoy his free time with Tighnari at home, however, Cyno had been terribly busy these past couple of days and the paperwork had piled up, (thanks to a certain Acting Grand Sage), so he decided to take just a little bit home, just to lighten the next day's load. 

It wasn't going to take too long, he had told Tighnari, who was resting on the couch while Cyno read his papers at the Forest Watcher's desk, surrounded by botany books, notes and some ointments that smelled really good. Cyno had barely sat down in front of the desk, if he had to say, he had been at it for about five minutes when he felt something lean against his shoulder from behind; fur tickled his cheek and he smiled as he felt Tighnari's ear twitching against his skin. 

“Missing me already?” He teased, smiling as he turned a page in the file in front of him. Tighnari did not answer, but his head nudged against Cyno's shoulder again, softly moving from side to side as if he was saying no. “I'll be done in just a few minutes, Nari, you wanna go to bed now- ack!” 

A poke to his bare waist made him jump nearly out of the roof. He reached out and captured Tighnari’s hand in his. “N-Nari, I'm really going to be finished in only a few minutes, could you– n-noho!” 

Another poke to his other side had him giggling softly and Cyno quickly caught that hand as well, turning around to look at Tighnari. “What–!” 

Tighnari had raised his head, their eyes meeting, and Cyno felt something funny swirling in his chest. Now, that was a look he didn't see often. Tighnari was smiling brightly at him, his toothy grin making Cyno flush a little. His beautiful eyes shone as brightly as the first rays of sunlight filtering through the leaves of the tall forest trees, a spark of playful malice in them. His adorable nose was scrunched up on one side, as if he were daring Cyno to do something. Cyno blinked a few times, slowly letting go of Tighnari's hands. 

“What... do you need, Nari? I- ahahaha!” Tighnari’s hands latched to his waist and squeezed it, making Cyno giggle and rise from his seat like a spring. “Nahari, what-” 

Turning to face Tighnari, the Forest Watcher quickly walked away, barely able to contain a chuckle as he continued to show his teeth in a wide smile and wrinkle his nose. Cyno didn't understand what was happening– he had never actually seen Tighnari behave that way, and for a moment he worried, thinking that maybe some plant spore had done something to him. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the only sound that left his lips was a squeal as Tighnari poked his exposed belly. 

Cyno caught Tighnari's hand again, and to Cyno's surprise, Tighnari laughed, using his free hand to try to get away while letting out panicked giggles and Cyno understood, or at least he thought he did. 

“Oh? You want to play, Tighnari?” Tighnari's expression seemed to brighten even more and Cyno smiled, although he didn't really understand what was happening, however, who was he to deny something to Tighnari? 

Cyno smirked and pulled Tighnari against him, his arm wrapping around Tighnari's waist as the other cupped his side. Tighnari jolted and he let out a laugh. 

“I haven't done anything yet? Why are you giggling so much alreHEhe! Hohold ohon!” 

Cyno had to let go of him when his hips got tickled. Tighnari giggled and he quickly backed away, looking back as he slowly walked away. Oh, he wanted Cyno to chase him? How adorable. The Mahamatra chuckled and he faked Tighnari, making him think he was going to start running after him, Tighnari screamed and ran a few steps before realizing that Cyno was not chasing him yet, but then Cyno did it when Tighnari was distracted and in two strides, he almost caught him, but Tighnari was very agile and laughing like a child, he snuck away from Cyno. 

Cyno chased him throughout the house and almost got dizzy as he circled the couch a thousand times. Tighnari was impossible to catch, moving so quickly from one side to the other that Cyno had tripped over his own feet many times already, but he was the Mahamatra and a very skilful one; he managed to corner Tighnari near the bed with his chasing skills, (and maybe a little luck), and finally trapped him in his arms, both falling to the bed with a soft 'thud'. 

“Gotcha, Nari,” he said and wasted no time. His hands glued to Tighnari's sides and started to squeeze them up and down. 

Tighnari threw his head back with bright, happy giggles. His hands pawed weakly at Cyno's hands as he barely squirmed under Cyno's weight. 

“Cynohoho!” 

“Oh, so you can talk, Nari. I thought a little mouse had eaten your tongue,” Cyno said playfully, straddling Tighnari's hips as his fingers climbed up towards his ribs. The fennec’s laughter turned louder and more panicky, but his hands simply wrapped around Cyno's wrists as his ribs were played like a new instrument. Cyno smirked. “Let's play the Nari~” 

His fingers ran over each rib and into the spaces between them and Cyno had to laugh as he noticed that Tighnari's laugh changed depending on where his fingers toyed, just like an instrument. The melody of his laughter became more intense and vibrant as Cyno played with his highest ribs, near the hollows of his armpits. If he went to the lowest ones, his almost hysterical laughter turned into frantic giggles that made him snort adorably. 

“I'm composing a masterpiece," Cyno said, smiling widely. "Who knows, maybe Nilou will want to do a dance to this new melody of mine. What do you say, Nari?”

Tighnari couldn't do anything but laugh, his cheeks were red and Cyno thought they were even a little sore. His long black eyelashes were dampened with tears caused by laughter and glistened in the dim light of the room. Cyno rarely saw Tighnari laughing like that, not even his best jokes could make him laugh that hard, plus he usually didn't tickle him because Tighnari was brutal when he took revenge on him. 

But Tighnari seemed to be having too much fun and something warm spread across Cyno's chest. Since when did Tighnari behave like this? Was it common for the Valuka Shuna race to be like this? He wondered, and would ask Tighnari about it some other time, right now he was busy making his lover happy– but perhaps he was a bit too out of breath right now. 

His hands slowed down until he was simply tracing each bone, so Tighnari could catch his breath. The Forest Watcher giggled sweetly, his hands wrapping around Cyno's wrists moved out of the way, (It wasn't like they were really trying to keep Cyno's hands away, anyway), and he willingly put his arms up by each side of his head. 

To Cyno's surprise, Tighnari began to make a very peculiar sound. A sound he has never heard before, it was something like…

“Are you purring, Nari?” 

Cyno could definitely describe that sound as a purr, just a bit more squeaky

“Hmm~” Tighnari nodded, giggling as Cyno lightly tickled his ribs. “Chase me again.”

Cyno raised his brows. “Again? I have to finish my paperwork, Nari, and- 

“Just once, yes?” Tighnari begged with a saw expression. “Didn't you have fun?” 

Of course Cyno had fun. Tighnari wasn't like this all the time, he really thought this was some kind of wild instinct kicking in, and he definitely loved it, but he really needed to finish his work or else tomorrow… 

“Just once, yes? Then I'll help you with your w-wohohork- I sahahaid chahasing!” 

Cyno giggled, “of course, first try to escape and I'll chase you, how does that sound?”

It seemed like he'll have to worry about that paperwork tomorrow, right now he was very busy playing with his cute Tighnari– stupid Acting Grand Sage could survive without those documents on time.

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MIAAAAAAAAA

Now I want a nari to play with too, oh my god he is so cute imma throw upppppp

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, I WAS LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET WHILE READING IT

So f*cking cute

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One of my favorite fics and sorta makes me wish my gf did this....

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Reblogs and interactions are appreciated

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I want to reach the followers from the other account 🙏

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Being Vulnerable

Summary: Kael (my persona) x Casper; Kael breaks down and talks with Casper about his life. Being vulnerable, if you will ;)

A/N: This is going to be a serious fic (with some cheer up tickles/tickles to prove a point). I hesitated to post this, but I really want you all to know more about me and what I’m going through. I would like you to read it since, as Casper said, “Why not write a fic to show the world how you're feeling? To subtly explain why you couldn't write the fics you wanted to write? To gift? Your writer's block? Your jealousy? And everything else you told me?” And this is what this fic is. Before you read the fic (if you want to), whether you are a new reader stumbling upon my fics or a follower of mine, I want to thank you for reading this far. And specifically to my community of friends and followers here on Tumblr, thank you from the bottom of my heart for making Tumblr, the tickle community, my home. And to my irl friends, if you ever stumble upon this fic, even though we rarely communicate, I am eternally grateful for the friendship we still have and the memories we shared. Without further ado, enjoy reading.

Word Count: 3454 Also on AO3!

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“Kael, I heard that a mistletoe— What's wrong?”

I wiped the tears from my eyes rapidly, giving Casper a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

“I must be an ugly mess to you, huh?” I joked, trying to downplay everything.

“Kael, I know what you're doing, and it isn't going to work on me.”

“Do what?” I say, masking my panic and fear with a smile. He's going to find out. “I'm okay now, now that you're here,” I choke out, heart hammering in my chest and my surroundings suddenly going quiet. It's cold. All I can hear is just Casper’s voice and the voices in my head.

I'm just a burden to him. He won't love me anymore.

“Trying to hide your feelings from me.”

I'm going to be left behind, like what everyone did to me.

“No, Casper. I—”

Please don't leave me. Please don't leave. Please—

He squeezed my hand, and I looked up at him. He squeezed again, his eyes gleaming with concern, patient and reassuring.

“Kael, you can always tell me anything.”

The dam broke right then, and there, harsh sobs ripped through me as I leaned into Casper, hugging him tightly.

He widened his eyes in surprise, pulling me towards him and rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“It's okay. It's okay. I'm here, Sunshine. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere,” he softly spoke, making me cry even harder.

It was only after a few minutes that the waterworks started to lessen, and my breathing started to settle down, that Casper spoke up.

“Are you feeling better?”

“sniffles Yeah, I-I'm feeling better.”

“Deep breaths, okay?”

“O-Okay.”

I took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm down as Casper waited.

“I'm sorry you have to see me like this…I'm just a worthless person.”

“Kael, you aren't worthless or any of the negative things you say about yourself. You're the rays of sunlight that filter into my life. You're my whole world. Nothing about you is worthless.”

I nod, though his words didn't really reach me, and he could tell.

“What made you cry when I walked in?” he tried instead.

I tensed up at the question, scared of answering. I hated the feeling of confronting my problems and voicing them out loud. I'm the stable pillar that everyone relies on. That everyone expects to be perfect. I shouldn't have any problems.

I clenched at my chest, bunching up my clothing, wanting to make a smart remark, tell him to leave me alone. But then I look into his eyes, and the building rage in me suddenly vanished and was replaced with guilt.

He's only trying to help, and I'm getting mad at him. He's my lover too. It's unfair to him if I unleash my anger at him.

“Casper, I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry,” I start to cry again, tears forming. “I'm such a bad person. I-I shouldn't be this way.”

“Be what way, Kael?” He asked, knowing that trying to say everything's okay when it's not okay is not gonna help, as he gently combed my hair.

“This,” I gesture to myself as if he could understand. “This cycle of mine. I get triggered, feel pain and anger, and then clarity, which is where the logical part of my mind turns on and I realize how stupid, how-how terrible of a person I am, causing me to feel guilty before repeating all over again. That's why I avoided getting close to anyone; I knew that this was going to happen eventually. That doesn't mean I hated the times I spent with you! I didn't mean it to come out like that. If you want to break up with me, that's fi—”

“Kaelron, get a hold of yourself. I told you, I'm not going anywhere.”

He hugged me close, rubbing my head soothingly.

“I feel like I lost the creative part of my life, Grimmy,” I started once I felt ready to speak again. He nodded to let me know he was listening. “That spark. I feel that I have to please everyone now. Actually, it’s been that way for a while now, but it has been more apparent since I’ve been on Tumblr and in college. I feel…pressured to try to make something that everyone will enjoy, and if I don't get X amount of notes, it's a failure.”

“…Have you…ever thought back on why you wanted to write tickling in the first place?”

“…I...I wanted to write because it was fun. I…enjoyed it. It was a way to convey my own yearning, my desires.”

“What's stopping you from doing that now compared to before?”

I relaxed into Casper’s hold, getting more comfortable as I thought.

“As a writer starting out before, I had nothing to lose. I could write whatever I wanted, and I don't have to worry about whether or not people liked it or disliked it because it was what I wanted to write, and I'm in my own corner of the internet.”

“So, what changed?”

I think for a moment before replying.

“…There are just many people seeing my works now. And I just…I just don't want to scare them away. Or give them a reason to leave me when I explore new ideas.”

“Is that why you care so much about notes now?”

I look away shamefully and nod.

“It's like a measure of my skill to me now. I know it's not accurate, but what else can I go on? How do I know I'm doing well?”

“Do you like what you write?”

“Yeah, I love all my works I…write.”

“There was hesitation in your voice.”

“It’s that I've been trying to be more joking, teasing. Trying so hard to make sure tickle spots, techniques, wordings, etc., are not repetitive.”

“Why are you putting so many constraints on yourself?”

“Well, for one, it proved it works. You saw my work with My Honey, My Bee, and the fics that followed during that year. And reason two is, because writing characters like Xiao, Aether, Sethos, Scara, and the others…they're special to me. I want people to understand the universe I created in my head for them. It's…really all I have…to be able to be seen and recognized. For being lonely in real life, besides you, of course, and just having no one to talk to and keeping my ideas locked away, Tumblr became my outlet. It became my world for these ideas. And when I can't convey those ideas properly, I'm worthless. When people don't understand, I'm a failure. And the notes on my fics reflect that. How can I call myself a writer when I can't translate the chaos of thoughts in my mind into a readable sentence, much less a fic? And three, although not as direct but still related, is time. I'm scared of being irrelevant, to be forgotten as a creator when I don't post for a while. And right now, I feel like I already have fallen off.”

“Kael…”

“I just…I just want to create the best fics possible. I see all these great ideas in the world and great works from Mochii, Val, ppy, Ginny, Elian, Max, ticklygiggles, lovelynim, and more, and I feel terrible for not knowing ticklygiggles (Mia, I believe?) or lovelynim's (And is it Nim??) nicknames right now. But I just don't feel I can reach their level consistently. The detail they put into their work and the way that their work makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. Seeing characters come to life and their own individual styles is awesome. I just…don't think I invoke that same feeling in others with my work.”

“Kaelron, in my immortal life as a Grim Reaper, there was one saying that I always encountered. ‘The creator will always be their own harshest critic.’ Or something along those lines. And you're being very harsh with yourself.”

“But it's justifi—”

“Have you seen your AO3 comments? What people say on Tumblr?”

“I do, and it's all positive, and I do believe it for a time, but then I just don't…believe my work is that good.”

“Kael, you put passion and love into your fics, and you thinking your ideas or latest fic is terrible doesn't change the fact that people like it in the long run. Sure, you don't have many notes when you just posted a fic, but that's supposed to happen. It doesn't make it terrible just because there are only one or two notes. You have to let it age like fine wine. And heck, you don't even need to look at the notes. You need to believe in yourself more. Trust in your own abilities. In my opinion, you create works that are on par with the creators you look up to. You,” he taps on my chest where my heart is, “haven't realized it yet. You're trying too hard to be like them and relying too much on what people think when you're great as you are already.”

“I get what you're saying, Caspy, but I just feel like I got lucky and— Wha!”

“Nine Hells,” Casper muttered as he flipped me onto my back, pinning my arms to my sides. “Fuck your imposter syndrome or whatever the hell is making you think this way. I want you to describe what you're feeling, right now, as you're pinned beneath me.”

“I…I,” I feel my mouth run dry as I stare up into his deep, majestic scarlet eyes, as I try to rack my brain for words. “I feel…anticipation, wanting to squirm and crawl away, but… gulp, the way you look at me gives me an excited feeling. I feel flustered beyond belief…b-but I love every second of it.”

“Good. And now this.”

He begins to trace random outlines over my belly, and I burst into giggles.

“Grihihimmy! T-Thohose arehehe teheheasing touhuhuches! Heheahaha!”

“Good start, but I know you can do better.”

“Ihihit r-reheheally tihihickles and— Ahahaha! Grihihimmy! Hmm? Your t-tohohouches ahahare so sohoft and lihihight. I’m q-quivehehering just from yohohour fihihingeheher— ehehe, Cahahasper!”

“Better. How about what you want now?” he continues, adding another finger.

“Grihihim! Thihis ihihis embahaharrassing!” I try to tell him.

“I'm not going to stop until you tell me~”

I whine at that, opening my eyes that I didn't know I squeezed shut, and seeing Grimmy smiling down at me made me even more ticklish.

“I-I gehehet morehe t-tihicklish ahahas tihihime passes. Ahahaha! I wahahant mohohore tihihickles a-and tohoho be teheheased. I feel my heheheart skihihip a beheat as you cohohontinue. Ihihit’s an addihihictive feelihihing.”

“Wonderful. Or should I say,” he leans downward whispering into my ear. “Good boy~”

I squeak at that, giggling some more before I yelp, and laughter starts pouring out of me.

“CAHAHAS—”

“You're such an adorable little thing~ Look at you squirm and melt into my touch~”

“THAHAHAT'S NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR!” I cry out, feeling more flustered.

“I'll stop once you tell me what you're feeling one more time.”

“YOUHUHU SAHAHAID THAHAT BEFOREHEHE! WAIT! GRIHIHIMMY! NAHAHAHA!”

“Answer the question, my love.”

“IHIHIT’S A MADDENING SEHEHENSATION! P-PLEHEHEHEASE! GRIHIHIM!”

“Go on, Kael~ I know there’s more than that. I'll even help you, coochie coochie coo~”

“BWAHAHAHAHA! THEHEHE TEHEHEASES AREHEHE EHEHEVIL BUHUHUT MAHAKE MEHEHE HAHAHAPPY! I-IHIHIT’S LIHIHIKE TIHIHIHICKLISH SPAHAHARKS ARE GOHOHOING TO MY BRAHAIN! IHIHI WAHANT MOREHEHE BUHUT I AHAHALSO WAHAHANT IHIHIT TO STOHOHOHOP!”

“Ahh, you're so cute, my mortal.”

Casper eventually stops, but not without a few more squeezes to my side and whispered teases.

“Thahahat wahahas mehehehean!” I whine, covering my face with my hands now that he let me go.

“You liked it though~”

To that, I responded with another whine.

“But in all seriousness, though,” he continued. “Do you see it now? You were able to describe the feelings you were having while being tickled, the sensations, everything. You are capable of making a fantastic fic, you always have been.”

I think for a moment and nod, “You’re right…”

“You don’t sound sure. Do I need to tickle you some more?”

“No! I-I got it!” I giggled, putting my hands up defensively. “I’ll try to believe in myself more.”

“Good boy.”

“C-Casper! Stop saying thattttt!” I whine, covering my face.

“You are so weak to teases, it’s so adorable.”

“Casssss.”

“Though mortal,” Casper goes all serious once more. “I sense that there’s one more thing plaguing your mind.”

The smile on my face falls away before looking to the side and at our center table in the living room.

“How do you know?”

“Just call it a Grim Reaper sense.”

I chuckle before turning back to him and pulling him into my arms, cuddling him.

“You remember I talked about Mochii and the others, right?”

“Mhmm.”

“Yeah, so, even though I admire and look up to them, I sometimes, actually most of the time, get…jealous.”

“Jealous? Why?”

I curl further into Casper’s warmth, my voice getting muffled.

“I haven’t posted a lot since I started my third year of college, and just seeing them post things makes me feel like I’m falling behind or being forgotten. And I get…angry. More at myself, but I will admit a sliver is at them, but they never did anything wrong, and that makes me feel guiltier. They don’t deserve that. Like how I just got mad at you initially before it fell away. It was unfair to you, as it is unfair to them. That's why I don't hop on Tumblr a lot anymore because it hurts to see others doing what I love better than I could.”

Kael got mad at me? When? When we were talking earlier? How did I not notice? He’s really a master at hiding his emotions.

Casper thought to himself as he patted my back to calm me.

“Have you ever talked to anyone about this besides me?”

“…”

“Kael?”

“…n-no.”

“Why not?”

“It's because I don’t want to lash out in rage. So…I keep my feelings buried. I avoid…talking about myself to anyone. Especially the ones closest to me. It’s also because I’m scared of what they’ll think of me. The ones I look up to and love…turning their back on me and n-never looking back… That’s…what scares me…like I mentioned before. Being left alone. Left behind. Abandoned…”

I lightly cry into his chest as he hugs me tighter and kisses my forehead.

“I just want to talk to my friends either irl or on Tumblr, but sometimes they don’t end up responding, and that makes me anxious. Logically, I know they’re busy, but the other side of my brain goes thinking that they’re ignoring me or I’m being annoying, so I just never reach out or follow up. And then when they do reach out, I feel guilty, and it’s just this cycle all over again.”

“Kael.”

“Yeah—ahahaha!? Cahahahsper?!”

“You really need to stop overthinking, and we need to work on your self-confidence.”

“Hehehey! Lehehet mehehe behehehe sahahahad!” I tried to protest, only to cackle when Grimmy hit a sensitive spot.

“I'm not letting you stay sad. You've been suffering long enough.”

“You'rehehe mahaking mehe sufferer morehehe—EYAHAHAHA! WAIT! GAHAHAHA!”

“You are a stubborn brat, you know.”

Casper stopped after a while as I took in gulps of air.

“I know it's going to take a lot of change to get into that thick skull of yours,” Casper started. “to get you to stop overthinking and have more self-confidence, to be able to enjoy your friends’ work. And you opening up after all these years is a big step.”

He paused, rubbing our noses together and giving me a kiss before continuing.

“Just keep talking with Mochii, Val, Cardd, and reach out to other members of the tickle community when you're ready, or they might reach out to you too. And try to go back on Tumblr and look at your favorite blogs again. Don't overthink, though, Kael. Just enjoy what you see.”

I nod, “Okayyy.”

We cuddled some more until a ding from my phone interrupted us.

“I'll get it,” Casper says, and I run my hands over his muscles and abs as he reaches over to the nearby table.

“Where do you think you're touching?” he asks, amused and handing me my phone.

“You're just so sexy, and I can't get enough of you.”

“Heh, I know~ You do moan my name every time we—”

“Casper!” I pout, slapping his chest.

He just giggles softly, putting his head on my shoulder as he watches me navigate my phone.

“It's Cardd, Mochii, Val, and…ppy?” I murmur.

As I read through the messages, Casper can see a soft smile spreading across my face.

(Thanks for the birthday gift my friend...)

(Your fic also made my morning, so cute. Thank you again 🥺)

(if you really plan to write this, that's amazing! and please, don't rush)

(Thank you so much for the mimo ❤️❤️❤️❤️)

“See, Kael?” he spoke gently. “You didn't have to worry about anything. They're still your friends, and they haven’t abandoned you, and you’re making new ones too. Your followers are right by your side, too, no matter how long you're gone for.”

“Yeah, you're right,” I look back at Casper with a gleeful smile that showed in my eyes. Something that catches Grimmy off guard. It was a smile that he hadn't seen in a while, but he’s glad it's back.

“Why don't you write a fic about everything we talked about?”

“Are you sure? It's something that I don't think people would—”

“Do you want people to understand how you're feeling?”

“…I do but—”

“Kael, you put so much pressure on yourself to craft the perfect and bestest fic to please others. But no one knows that pressure besides me. Why not write a fic to show the world how you're feeling? To subtly explain why you couldn't write the fics you wanted to write? To gift? Your writer's block? Your jealousy? And everything else you told me? Put it down into words and have people read them. So, they can understand you. So you don't feel alone.”

He rubs reassuringly on my back.

“Sometimes, you need to express the hurt coming from here,” he rubs the spot where my heart is. “To be able to move forward.”

I let his words sink in before letting out a soft smile.

“I…I will write that fic.”

“That's my Sunshine.”

He ruffles my hair lovingly, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading to the kitchen.

“Oh, by the way. Make sure to add me as the sexiest Grim Reaper that you are so down bad for~,” he teases, shooting me a wink.

“Shut up,” I laugh, giving him a playful glare before writing only two words when my brain finally clicks that Casper is in the kitchen.

“Casper!”

As I sprinted to the kitchen and giggles and squeaks filtered into the living room, my cursor was left flashing after the words I had written:

Being Vulnerable

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Bonus:

“About that mistletoe thing—”

“Let’s do it.”

“I didn’t even complete my sentence!”

“I know all about the mistletoe things and kissing and all that, and I want it all, with you.”

“You are a greedy mortal, you know that?”

“I’ve probably been told that one or two times by a certain reaper~”

Casper shook his head fondly before hanging a mistletoe on the kitchen doorway.

“Now—”

I didn’t even let him finish his sentence before I jumped at him and wrapped my legs around him as he held me from the butt.

“Mmn~”

“Mmmm~”

We shared a passionate kiss for a few moments before we had to break apart for air, a line of spit connecting each of our lips before breaking.

“Hah, y-you’re pretty eager,” Casper panted.

“You haah have no idea,” I grinned. “Another one?”

“How can I refuse?”

Our lips met again, and this time it was more spicy, and as we were about to get to the tongue sucking…

“Do you smell smoke?”

“Oh shit! The food!”

“Casper!”

“Why are you blaming me?! You were in the kitchen, so it’s as much your fault too!”

“You have a point! But, you’re still wrong!”

The two of us scrambled to turn off the stove and pull the burning food from it.

“…”

“…”

“Pfft, hahaha!”

“Kael?! What arehe youhu— Stohop! You're mahaking mehe laugh too!”

We giggled our butts off before falling into full-blown laughter and then eventually calming down.

“Ohoehe,” I giggled out, the last of my giggles fading as I looked at Casper with a smile.

“I love you.”

He looked back at me, leaning forward and smiling back at me.

“I love you too.”

And we kissed, a soft, barely there kiss before knocking our heads together and doing it again…and again…and again.

The burnt food can wait.

[tickly-electroslime]

Ways of the kitsunes

[Notes: HAII @supersleepydreams, you’re my squealing santa this year!!! ahhh i love the pretty pink yuri, sorry this came late i was super busy with studying cuz i have mock exams rn ;-;;;]

Pairing: Ler!Yae, Lee!Kokomi (Romantic)

Word count: 600~

Summary: Kokomi is curious about the culture of kitsunes, and she visits the only person, or kitsune, she knows who could fulfil her curiosities. Little did she know, Yae Miko’s way of teaching might be a little more “ticklish” than she thought.

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“M-mistress Yae Miko… Let’s keep this professional, please?” Kokomi flinched as the Head Shrine Maiden stepped closer, her fingers wiggling in front of Kokomi as she slowly approached the Priestess.

Kokomi felt her blood rush into her head, the butterflies in her stomach only grew with each step Yae Miko took towards her.

She took a few steps back, hoping to maintain a distance between her and the approaching fox-lady. She took another few steps back, until her back hit the wall of the shrine’s meeting room.

The devilish grin on Yae Miko’s face only grew wider…

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“I’m honoured to have this meeting with you, Mistress Yae Miko.” Kokomi spoke. Her tone was professional and masterly, honed by the years of experience being the priestess of Watatsumi Island.

She had decided to seek Yae Miko to learn more about the cultures of kitsunes. A meeting was quickly organised between the two. A few days had passed since her request for a meeting, and now she found herself visiting the Grand Narukami Shrine, sitting in a well-decorated room across from the pink-haired shrine maiden.

The room had a comfortable atmosphere; the tatami mats underneath were warm to the touch, in contrast to the colder climate outside.

Kokomi had her hands placed on her knees “As I have said before, I would like to learn more about the modern Kitsune culture local to Inazuma.” she started. “Since the both the sakoku and the vision hunt decree have halted, I believe it would be of my interest to learn more of Inazuma’s traditions.”

“Well…” Yae Miko started, bringing her finger to her chin as she ponders, a smirk appears on her face,  “Firstly, I think it’s well known that kitsunes are rather… playful”

Kokomi felt her stomach drop at the tease. She nodded, hinting to Yae Miko to continue. “And when kitsunes are in a rather playful mood, they tend to do… this”

Yae Miko stood up, making her way towards Kokomi-

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“Waha-wahahahait! Mihihihis Mihiko-” Kokomi giggled out.

Yae Miko’s fingers were currently scribbling all around the soft skin of Kokomi’s exposed stomach, occasionally dipping her fingernails into her navel, earning her a high-pitched squeak from the hydro user.

“Awww, isn’t this adorable?” Yae Miko cooed out from on top of Kokomi, who was currently pinned under the shrine maiden on the floor. “The well-respected priestess of Watatsumi Island is, in fact, ticklish!”

The tickling was driving Kokomi to melt into a puddle of laughter, and the baby talk from Miko wasn’t helping. The blush on her face grew pinker, almost matching the light shade of pink of her hair.

“NahahahHAHa!” Laughter poured out of Kokomi’s mouth. Her arms flaied around, like a fish out of water.

Miko immediately grabbed one of her hands, pulling them up and over her head, giving Miko full access to her torso. She wasted no time greedily digging into her most ticklish spots. 

Snorts and squeals escaped Kokomi as she felt Miko’s devilish fingers scratch around her ribs. She used her other hand and swatted at Miko as an attempt to fight back from the tickles. “WahaHAHAHAiT! Ihihi- *hiccup* It’s soHOhooh tihihIHicklish!”

“My, my, I had no idea, miss Sanganomiya! I just thought you found me hilariously humorous!” Miko teased. Kokomi whined through her laughter in response to the sarcasm.

Small sparks of electro energy left Miko’s long-nailed fingers, the ticklish sensation from it drove Kokomi to hysterical cackles, to which the smirk on Yae Miko’s face grew.

Who knew the way of kitsunes were so playful?

[blankcardd]

W fic

[ppyspsps]

I put the link for my kofi in my bio

btw I have one slot remaining for january, scheduled more or less for the 17th cause I need to finish current projects!!!

I need to make another commission pin post 😣

I will try to make it look even better

[ppyspsps]

I found an image of you irl

[blankcardd]

Alright guys if I don't post for the next 5 months its either I am really busy with school and or I'm in jail.

[wertzunge]

Late Night Shrine Visit

A/N: I saw this scene in the new “anecdotes event” in Genshin and this story immediately popped up in my mind. So here we are, back with another story ft. lee!Aether~

Summary: Upon Aether’s return to Inazuma, he has a fateful encounter at the Grand Narukami Shrine.

Words: 1,154 words under the cut

The late evening air in Inazuma was peaceful, tinged with the warm scent of sakura and faint incense lingering from the Grand Narukami Shrine. Pale moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the worn stone path leading to the top of Mt. Yougou.

Aether's boots clicked softly against the stone as he ascended the final steps, a nostalgic flutter rising in his chest. It had been so long since he'd been here, too long. Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan… the nations had pulled him far from Inazuma, and although the adventures there had been thrilling, nothing compared to the calming elegance of this place.

Strangely, the shrine was quiet. No Miko in sight, no offerings being placed, not even a trace of Yae Miko’s usual playful aura in the air. That absence made his chest feel hollow for a moment. He had hoped to see her again. So much had changed since he last stood here.

The energy of the Archons, the new memories he carried, and most of all… the warmth he secretly missed. Just as he passed the crimson torii gate, soft wind whispered past his ears and suddenly, a hand covered his eyes from behind. Aether froze. “What the-!?” How could some sneak up on him with him noticing?

Before he could spin around, he felt another hand slipping through his off-guard defenses, starting to brush directly across his bare stomach. “W-Wai- ahhH! AH-haha! N-NoHOho! WHahAHat?!” The gentle yet precise wiggle of nimble fingers danced right across his soft skin, teasing the sensitive area just above his navel.

Aether doubled over immediately, a burst of helpless giggles tearing from his lips. His knees buckled, and he squirmed in the grasp. “HaHAHAHHA! Wha-HAHA! No nohoho, stahap thahahat! P-PleheHEhehease!” From behind him, a silken giggle curled around his ear like warm mist, followed by a teasing purr: “Guess who, Little One~?”

Aether’s laughter only intensified at the sound of her voice. Her fingers didn’t pause, no, they only grew more confident, fluttering gently over the hollow of his tummy, circling his belly button, then gliding sideways with light, feathery strokes. His muscles clenched in response, but there was nowhere to escape.

“Y-Yae! HahAhahAh! Yae M-Mihihiko! It’s Yaehehehe!” the blodne laughed, relaxing a bit now that he knew who it was. “Correct~” she sang with smug satisfaction, removing the hand that still covered his eyes, only for it to start tickling him as well. “AhAhah plEhehase iHihit tiHickles sohOho much!”

At that, she let her fingers slow down a bit… but not stop. Now they drifted teasingly, tracing slow, maddening spirals over the sides of his stomach, brushing right over the skin with the tips of her nails. Aether let out a squeaky giggle, grabbing her wrists but unable to do much more than wriggle helplessly in her arms.

“Yae! Th-This is soHo meHean! Y-You sneak attackehed me!” “Mmm, and here I thought you’d be more alert after your time abroad. But no, you’re still as deliciously ticklish as I remember~” she purred, her breath ghosting over his ear. Her fingers began to explore again, this time targeting his hips, pressing them softly.

The touch made the blonde yelp and break into full-blown laughter. “NOHOHO! Not thehehere! Wahahait! Y-Yae- aHAhAhah!” “Oh? Here?” she asked innocently, her voice full of mischief as she pressed two fingers into the spot just below his lowest ribs and wiggled them firmly. “NAHAHA! I CAHAN’T! Y-Yaehehe! coOHohme oHOon!”

His entire body jerked at the sensation as he collapsed into a squirming heap, still half trapped in her arms, his face flushed crimson and his golden hair sticking to his damp forehead. “Oh, my~” Yae Miko chuckled. “Still so hopelessly ticklish on your sides. And here I was worried you’d toughened up during your travels.”

Aether tried to speak, but another giggle bubbled up, and she struck again - her hands now darting beneath his arms to tickle around his ribs from behind, forcing a high-pitched squeal from the blonde Traveler when she pressed them in-between. “YAE! WAHAHAHA! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! I GIHIVEHEHE!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Little One. I’ve barely even started,” she cooed. Her fingers slowed only to trace long, lazy shapes up and down his sides, her nails drawing invisible lines that sent shivers racing through him. Aether tried to twist away, but his body was far too busy twitching and laughing to escape properly.

His bare skin was so damn sensitive, every grazing touch from her fingers felt electric. “You’re so reactive,” Yae mused, her voice low and delighted, “look at you, blushing and laughing like a child. You must’ve missed me terribly.” Aether, barely able to breathe through his laughter, wheezed: “I-I did! I-I missed yohohou but not thihihis!”

“Oh, don’t lie. You know you enjoy it; you could’ve escaped any time~” Her hands moved again, this time skimming back down to his belly, drawing teasing loops around his navel, occasionally darting a finger right into it, which made him jerk and squeal uncontrollably.

“YAE! S-STOHOHOP! I- AHAHAHA I CAHAHAHN’T!” “Hmhmhm~ But you’re smiling, aren’t you?” His knees gave out completely as her tickling intensified just for a moment, sending him into one last helpless flurry of laughter before she finally let him go.

Aether crumpled to the ground with a dramatic sigh, his arms flopping over his stomach as he gasped for breath. He was beet red, giggling softly even after she’d stopped. “You *huff* You’re so cruel,” he panted, looking up at her with wide, watery eyes and a dazed, lopsided grin.

Yae Miko stood tall and graceful above him, the soft glow of the shrine’s lanterns illuminating her pink hair and serene smile. She knelt beside him and brushed a bit of hair from his damp forehead with surprisingly gentle fingers.

“I’m happy you’re alright,” she said softly, a more tender smile gracing her lips, “and even happier to find you still just as ticklish as you were when you left.” Aether laughed breathlessly, covering his flushed face with both hands. “I come back hoping for a peaceful reunion and get ambushed like this…”

“Oh, don’t be so pouty, Little One. I had to welcome you back properly. And besides…” she leaned closer, whispering playfully, “you laughed so beautifully.” Aether peeked through his fingers at her, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah… I missed that too. The teasing. Your voice. Even your wicked fingers…” “Oh? Do I hear an invitation for round two?”

His eyes went wide. “NOPE! No no! I’m good, perfectly good. No more tickling!” Yae chuckled, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him scramble slightly away, still giggling under his breath.

The sound, the warmth, the comfort - it was all back, just as it should be. “Welcome home, Little One,” she said softly. Aether smiled up at her, cheeks still pink but eyes shining. “Thanks… it’s good to be back.”

[blankcardd]

I love this fic so much

[ppyspsps]

Hello this is @ppystkposts

Where do I begin...

I lost my account, apparently

I already sent the support a message, and now I need to wait..

My account was taken down for violating the community guidelines

I blurred the images because I don't want to have this account taken down to, for whatever reason.

As you see, there isn't explicit content

but anyway, for now, I'm gonna use this account here

I'm gonna tag some friends and moots for support please don't mind me

@chibimochii @ticklygiggles @lovelynim @ticklystuff @vqler @kusuguricafe @rovers-ticklish-tummy

(will tag more later, I'm so tired...)

[blankcardd]

new year

happy new year everyone and may you all have good fortune

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Earl Grey or Barley Tea?

Credits: Wrio and Lyney (@dailylyneywrio)

Summary: Wrio is weak to soft touches :P

A/N: Originally for TickleTober 2025, Day 5, (not much sorcery, if u count a tiny bit of magic as sorcery) Nonetheless, hope you enjoy and happy reading!! For my good friend, @blankcardd’s birthday back in October! Sorry it's late 😭🙏

Word Count: 903 Also on AO3!

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“Earl Grey is the best.”

“What are you talking about?! It’s definitely barley tea.”

Loud voices rang out from within the Duke’s office where Lyney was standing in front of Wriothesley’s desk, and Wrio himself was sitting in his chair behind it. Both of them were arguing about teas of all things.

“I’ll have you know that the taste of Earl Grey is bold and slightly bitter with a citrusy taste. Better than your earthy-tasting barley tea.”

“Excuse me? That’s what makes barley tea, barley tea! Along with that toasty and nutty flavor.”

“You’re so wrong, it is laughable.”

“Oh yeah, let me give you something else to laugh at.”

Lyney snapped his fingers, and two feathers materialized out of thin air and darted towards Wrio's neck, dusting the sensitive skin there.

“Wait, whahahat? Nohoho stahahap!” he was interrupted by his own giggles, making the magician smirk smugly.

“Abra-feather-cadabra.”

Lyney walked up to Wrio, taking pride in making him squirm as he lifted his front and joined in, fluttering his fingers against his abdomen, making the other squeal and swat at his arms.

“Lyney, nohoho! Nohohot therehehe! “

"Not here, hmm?” Lyney teases, his fingers leaving featherlight touches in their wake, making Wrio shake his head in ticklish mirth.

"Tehehell your feheheathers to stohohop their— EYAHAHA!”

The feathers slipped down his neck and beneath his clothing and started softly swiping along his armpits, making him cackle and whine. The soft touches were driving him up the wall, and he wasn't sure if he could take anymore.

"You being so sensitive to soft touches is so adorable~” Lyney cooed, pinning his arms above his head so he doesn't squish the feathers. “If I just wiggle my fingers like this…NOHOHOHO PLEHEASEHE! You laugh so cutely! And if I spider my fingers over your ribs…GAHAHA! You squirm like crazy~”

Lyney then placed a chaste kiss on his lips, making Wrio let out a surprised noise. Lyney pulled away just as quick as he came, giving him a cheeky grin before removing Wrio's coat and pulling the feathers away.

"Took your breath away, didn't I?”

“Not pant ihin the slihightest.”

“Well, good thing that was only part one then, huh?”

“What do you mehe—huh—haHAHAHA!”

Lyney straddled his thighs, sticking out his tongue before diving back into his ribs with minimal pressure.

“Now that pesky coat of yours is gone, I have free rein on allllll of your spots. And for part two, you have to admit Barley tea is the best.”

“IHIHI WIHIHILL NEHEHEVER CONCEHEHEDE TO THAHAHT!”

Lyney rolled his eyes.

“You’re all bark and no bite, but I’ll entertain your little fantasy because that’s what a magician does~”

He started to trail his fingers towards Wrio’s belly button before being stopped by shaking arms.

“D-Dohohon’t youhu daharehe,” Wrio threatened weakly, giving him a teary-eyed glare, but Lyney just giggled in response.

“I dare~ But first, this.”

In the blink of an eye, Wrio’s wrists were bound with his own handcuffs and raised above his head once again.

“You sneaky— AHAHAHA! LYNEHEHEY!”

Lyney didn’t give him enough time to respond as he tickled his sides and used his thumbs to massage the ends of his ribs. His touches were gentle and deadly accurate, wringing laugh after laugh out of Wrio. He thrashed against him, trying to buck him off to no avail, shaking his head from side to side and adamant about not giving in.

“You are one tough nut to crack. Very fitting for earning the title of Duke, but let’s head back to your navel~”

Lyney ceased his current tickling to then circle around Wrio’s belly button, slowly closing in. Wriothesley trembled beneath him, biting his lips to prevent any giggles from bursting forth. But even a great wolf such as himself can cave. Helplessness was starting to settle in, along with exhaustion. He strained against his restraints and twitched when Lyney’s fingers strayed too close to dipping inside.

“Any last words?”

Wrio gave him a defiant glare.

“Do your worst.”

“I will~”

One of the feathers from earlier appeared again right into Lyney’s hand, who smirked, and Wrio felt his heart drop.

“Wait— NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO FEHEHEATHERSSSS!”

“Should’ve said that Barley is the best.”

“AHAHAND IHIHI NEHEHEHEVEHER WIHIHILL! GAHAHAHA! G-GEHET OHUHUHUT OH THEHEHERE!”

“Is the mighty wolf gonna crumble to just a feather in his navel?~”

“PLEHEHEHASE!”

Tears of ticklish mirth were falling from his eyes, and that incessant cooing of his lover, You know how to make this stop~, was starting to become unbearable.

“L-Lynehey IHIHI G-giHiHIve!”

“That’s not the surrender I’m looking for~”

“BaHArleY—EHEHEHEHAHAHA!”

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that~”

“BAHAHARLEHEHEY TEHEHEHEA IHIHIS THEHEHE BEHEHEST! IHIHI SAHAHAID IHIHIT! PLEAHAHAHA—!”

Lyney quickly pulled away, giving him a peck on the cheek and looking innocently at him.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You’rehe pant thehe worhohorst.”

“Heh, who has the last laugh, Duke?” Lyney chuckled, removing the handcuffs before yelping when he felt his back hit the table and Wrio towering over him with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I think I’ll be having the last laugh, kitty~”

“I’m NOT a kitty. I— ACK! Wrio! We can talk over some Chai tea! What did you say!? Wait! I mean— NOHOHOHO! BWAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHORRY!!”

Safe to say that Wrio got his revenge and taught him a lesson of saying Chai and not Chai tea in front of a tea connoisseur such as himself~

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Thank you for reading! :) -Kael ~Risus Amoris~

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Thanks for the birthday gift my friend and also I agree that barley tea is the best.