idk man I just like tickling still figuring this blog out 27F plz donât message me to roleplay âđ» massive fangirl in a relationship k thanks bye
Hiii! Random tumblr user here, actually. I've never felt more curious about a community like this and I just had to ask a question. Why do you guys like tickling so much? Not trying to come off as rude at all, seriously. I just wanted to have insight, since I've seen a couple posts around and all of you are so very sweet people.
I'd be delighted to answer your questions! đ The opportunity to share a perspective I hold so dearly (and one that isn't often understood) is one I take gladly.
I should say first thing, that I am not an expert and do not speak for everyone, but I'm sure you know this lol.
From all of the years I've spent observing and participating in the community, the most primary appeal to tickling is the surrendering of control to someone you trust. Many people, including myself, feel unable to truly relax in their real lives, either because they suffer from perfectionist ideas or people-pleasing behaviors or low self esteem or whatever. We feel as though if we are not at peak performance, if we do not stay composed at all times, if we do not make ourselves as small as possible, we are not worthy of existence. When you're being tickled, you cannot make yourself small. You cannot stay composed. You laugh, you wiggle, you squeal, you blush and smile, and none of those reactions can be controlled. It's all just you at your most vulnerable, helpless state of being. But guess what? You're safe. You're safe and you're loved. You are loved even if you have a goofy laugh, or are loud, or say stupid shit. A lot of tickle community culture is praise and compliments to get across to the tickl-ee just how cute they are when they're tickled. It's all part of the fun and the person tickling you thinks you are beautiful when you're just being yourself. For certain people, this becomes an incredibly liberating experience, and oftentimes helps with emotional traumas.
Another very substantial benefit is the physical sensation. I know tickling isn't usually perceived as the most pleasant experience đ but if you are touch-starved or if the touch is light enough, it can be very relaxing. It's like all of the negative thoughts in your head are pushed out of your mind and all that exists in your brain is giggles and clouds and joy. There's a reason people use the phrase "tickle drunk"
TLDR: it's really about the freedom of being helpless while also being safe, and getting to get high off of your own giggles while you're at it
feeling super lonely and small tonight. maybe one could argue that Tumblr isnât the best place to post when in this kind of mood, but please also consider - fuck your theoretical argument.
since Iâm feeling so down, Iâm going to share a happy memory with a friend from a year ago. really hope he never sees this cause that would be mortifying. it involves tickling, so like if thatâs a no go for you, byeeeeee. anywaysâŠ
so to set the scene, we were on this trip with some other friends, and it had been kind of a rough day. okay actually, a really rough day. trip was coming to an end as well and the other friends were planning on leaving early the next day. everyone is pretty tired, a bit cranky, and honestly hangry too. weâve all kind of spread out across the airbnb (which was very small, so not that spread out) and taken some time to cool down. tbh Iâd been feeling a bit anxious about something someone had said, and was just enjoying being on the floor.
so after a while, the friends all come down. and my bestie, letâs call him Mei. Mei comes down and immediately slides to lay down next to me. in one fluid motion, he also grabs both my legs and throws them over his. heard him mumble something about âcanât have you kicking the glass tableâ. [more context needed I guess - Iâd told him within the past few weeks that I enjoyed being tickled]. at this point, Iâm incredibly confused and so is everyone else in the room. he waits barely a single beat before starting to scribble on my stomach and ribs. to which I of course immediately burst into giggles. my partner catches on, grabs an arm so I canât fight back, and joins the fray. this does not help at all - because my partner is an expert in my spots after all these years, so heâs only using like one finger on my ribs. and then this MF (Mei) has to come in and decide to COMMENT on it???? heâs like âwooooow, all that laughter from just one finger??â and starts teasing me. which like - I think he has no idea just how badly that affects me?!?! but it makes it sooooo much worse (better)!? and then if you get all incoherent and babble itâs âwhat was that?? hmm? didnât quite catch that??â like. EXCUSE ME SIR BUT YOU ARE KILLING ME (and also maybe I like it shhhhh). it barely lasted any time before fizzling out - probably to decide on dinner - but like. it meant so so so much to me?????
like WDYM he came down with a PREMEDITATED IDEA to tickle me???? and why was it so smooth???? and he thought ahead to move my legs so I wouldnât hurt myself????? and he teased me???????????? I dunno how to describe it but I just felt so loved and seen and cherished. and that was a year ago now. and Iâm really touched starved and sad atm. and my mind is in a darker place, so it feels good to escape into happier memories when I can. if you made it this far, hey. I hope youâre having a good day and if not, be kind to yourself. thereâs already enough hurt out there as it is.
Just laugh. Just let yourself laugh! This will be so much easier for you if you just let yourself laugh. Come on, you're already smiling! You know this feels silly! You're not just gonna get used to it! You're not fooling anyone! I know it tickles, and I'm not stopping until you let me hear that pretty, crazy laugh. Just let go and let it happen! What are you so embarrassed about? What are you so afraid of? It's just tickling! You're just ticklish! Super ticklish. Ticklish here, and ticklish here, and â oh, REALLY ticklish here! Oh NO, did I find a BAD SPOT? Looks like you're just gonna have to let me hear your crazy, silly, ticklish laughter!
Hey! Where do you think you're going? Nope, you're staying right here, and you're gonna laugh for me. You're gonna laugh really really hard. I hear it! I hear it bubbling out!
There it is! There's that beautiful laugh! See? Isn't this so much better? Isn't it? Hello? You in there? Uh oh... now you can't STOP laughing, can you? Having a little trouble speaking? It tickles even more now that you're laughing, doesn't it? You shouldn't have let the laughter out! Now I can't help myself, I HAVE to keep tickling you!
Awww, what's happening? Am I tickling the shit out of you? Is it embarrassing, losing yourself in a flood of silly, ticklish, laughter-inducing sensation like this? Your face is turning red! I guess I could stop tickling you... Buuuut, I'm not going to.
You're laughing so hard! You look and sound so happy! I think you like it! I think you LIKE getting tickled CRAZY like this! That's right, cutie, just keep laughing for me. Tickle tickle tiiickleïœ!
listen here Iâm just saying if my long-distance friends (which is currently like all of them đ) wanted to text my partner to request he give me tickles for them on the random - I would not object đ
In which Asmodeus tutors Iruma on ballroom dancing before the Deviculum.
A/N: yeah I just REALLY felt like writing a ballroom dancing scene. I was inspired a lot from a scene in a book I read! Needed to write it for a comfort ship cause things are currently âšroughâš I have a little headcannon that Asmodeus would have studied ballroom dancing as part of his noble upbringing, but that he came to really enjoy it somewhere along the way. It is cannon that he can dance quite well, so it fits! Oh and this is not a tickle fic!
Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun
He was close, so close. Asmodeus could feel the heat radiating off the other boyâs body. He struggled to regain control of his thoughts and focus on the task at hand, straightening his posture.
âSo, this is the posture for the person leading.â
He adjusted the hand holding Irumaâs and grasped near the other boyâs shoulder blade.
âAnd your hands should be in these positions.â
He felt a slight blush creep up his face at the contact. But before he could feel too self conscious about that, he noticed the blue-haired boy also sporting a small blush of his own. He allowed himself a small smile, then continued:
âSee how my right arm on your shoulder blade allows me to direct you?â
He tugged gently towards himself.
âIf I want you to move forward, then I will gently pull like this. The same goes for stepping to the side, etc.â
He accentuated each description with a small tug and watched as the smaller boy was caught between bewilderment and wonder.
âToday, I will lead in order to show you a good example. I have studied ballroom dancing for many years. In order to be a good lead, you must ensure the person being led feels safe. They are trusting you to lead, so you must be worthy of that trust. It is important to always watch where you are going and your surroundings.â
At this, he glanced at the empty room behind them.
âObviously there are no other dancers today, but letâs take things one step at a time, shall we?â
Iruma nodded.
âThe waltz mainly involves a three-step sequence. We will of course begin with the basics. See how if I step forward with my left foot, you naturally step back with your right?â
He demonstrated the step slowly.
âThen, I slide my right foot to the right, and you follow with your left.â
Asmodeus looked down and found Irumaâs face of intense concentration to be downright adorable. He drank it in for a moment, before continuing.
âNow, we need to get back to our starting position. So, I will slide my right foot back, which brings your left foot forward to meet me, and then slide my left foot back to the left. Now, we are where we started.â
âOh! ThatâsâŠmuch less daunting than I thought it would be.â
âYes, ballroom dancing can be much more simple than people usually think. However, it helps to have a good lead.â
Iruma beamed up at Asmodeus, then said,
âYouâre right Azz-kun, thanks so much for showing me how to be a good lead!â
Asmodeus took a moment to register what heâd just said, then spluttered,
âAh! I w-was not trying to appear arrogant, Iruma-sama. I merely meant that, well, any good lead will make the dance smoother and easier for their partner.â
âHehe, I know Azz-kun. But, you do seem good at this!â
âT-thank you, Iruma-sama. Do you think youâre ready to move on, or do you need me to demonstrate the steps again?â
âNo, I think Iâm okay to move on, thanks for asking though!â
âVery well, then please let me demonstrate with a full song. I think it is best to just learn by moving. If you get too caught up in thinking about the steps, it will overcomplicate things.â
He looked over to David and nodded. Slowly, the music started to play. Asmodeus took in the music for a moment; it was a nice, slow tempo. Perfect for a first waltz.
âLet us begin.â
While he sometimes felt awkward and out of place around other people his age, he felt natural on the dance floor. He didnât really need to try after so many hours of practice; it was as easy as breathing. Even his nerves about being so close to Iruma soon dulled as he glided effortlessly across the floor. Iruma was nowhere near his level yet, that would be out of the question for his first dance, but he wasnât doing too poorly either. The only thing wasâŠ
âIruma-sama, you mustn't look down at your feet. Please, trust me to lead you. It is no matter if you step on my feet, that is what practice is for.â
He slowly came to a stop as the song ended and looked down into Irumaâs bright, blue eyes. Asmodeus saw the embarrassment, but also awe and respect.
âYouâre right, Azz-kun, Iâm sorry,â Iruma said sheepishly.
âI was so nervous about stepping on your feet, that I forgot to trust you to lead. From now on, Iâll do my best to follow you!â
âIt is no matter, Iruma-sama. And, I think it is good practice for you to experience both sides of ballroom dancing. After all, to truly be a good lead, you need to understand your followerâs perspective.â
âWould you say it's important to step into their shoes?â Iruma giggled.
Asmodeus let out a breathy chuckle.
âYes, Iruma-sama, I would agree with you there. Now, let us continue your practice.â
Asmodeus led them around the ballroom, reveling in the fact that Irumaâs steps became more confident as time went on. He faltered a few times when he tried to look down at his feet, mostly out of habit it seemed, but more and more his eyes were on Asmodeus. The pink-haired boy felt the thrill that can only come from receiving someoneâs full trust and attention. He felt tingly from his head down to his toes. The longer they twirled around, the more admiration and wonder he saw in Irumaâs eyes. The song wound down and Asmodues brought them to a halt. Devils, but that look in Irumaâs eyes was making him want to show off.
âIruma-sama, I want to show you something. But first⊠do you trust me?â he blurted out, before he could lose his nerve.
There was no hesitation in Irumaâs response.
âCompletely,â he said seriously.
Asmodeusâ heart did all sorts of flips and somersaults at that. He took a moment to control his reaction, and when he felt he was less in danger of breaking into a ridiculous grin, said:
âThen please, close your eyes for this song. Focus on the music. Feel the rhythm. Know that I will not let you stumble.â Not now and not ever, he added to himself.
A new song began.
The music swelled and he felt his heart swell with it. With every spin, every step, he felt their breaths fall more in sync. Until it felt as if their very breaths were one. He steeled his resolve and slowly led them upwards. Spinning and curving through the air, he felt dizzy and lovesick. He was dancing, really dancing with Iruma! Holding him in his arms. Heâd only dared dream of it before, but it was happening - this was real. Oh, how he wished it would last foreverâŠ
Irumaâs voice broke him out of his reverie -
âAzz-kun, this is amazing! Youâre amazing! It almost feels like weâre flying!â
Asmodeus chuckled softly.
âIruma-sama, that is because we are.â
Irumaâs eyes flew open at this.
âW-wah?! H-how?! A-Azz-kun?â
He looked up at Asmodeus, but there was only a look of amazement there, without a trace of fear. Asmodeus took note of this with pride.
âIt is not unheard of to utilize the entirety of a ballroom, especially at a crowded event like the Deviculum. I know that you do not often use your wings, and I want you to know it is not a requirement. But I couldnât help but show you the experienceâ
âAzz-kun..â Irumaâs eyes shone with unspoken feelings.
âI-Iruma-sama, I want you to know it is my greatest honor to be able to teach you, to dance with you. I know that your grandfather could have arranged for someone to teach you, but instead you have allowed me the privilege. Thank you so much for having faith in me.â
âAzz-kun! Youâre going to make me cry!â
âI just want you to understand.. the depth of my feelings.â
As the song slowly died, he drifted them back towards the ground.
âIf I may be so bold as to ask a request of you..â
âOh Azz-kun, you donât need to be so formal with me! Of course, you can ask me anything.â he smiled gently.
âO-of course! I know that we will need to practice more before the Deviculum, and you will need to learn to lead as well. But then, p-perhaps, even after the Deviculum we could.. do this again sometime? That is if you wouldnât mind, of course. Itâs just that I so rarely find an excuse to dance and I have really enjoyed today..â
âAzz-kun,â Iruma said, squeezing Asmodeusâ hand ever so gently, âI would love nothing moreâ.
