I’ve been thinking about talon!dick grayson a little bit
this is kind of the vibes I’ve created in my head. he’s weird as hell and pretty creepy but in an endearing way that doesn’t make any sense.
might have to write some tk headcanons for him I won’t lie HHH I’m on my little batfamily creachurr kick at the moment. I love when they just. are like spooky little guys I don’t know. :’)
Omg I can see talon! Dick being confused about the feeling of being tickled. Like he knows what tickling is but never experienced it??? Or if he did he doesn’t remember it??? Idk how to put my thought process into words lol, but lee talon! Dick scratches my brain.
October's on it's way and it's time to start prepping those fanfics and artwork!
As always – this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don’t burn out trying to do it all!!
I've continued with the daily and weekly formats for prompt lists this year. The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Both Week 1 and Week 5 are not full weeks based on how the calendar was set, but the rest constitute a full 7 days.
Whether you choose to use one of these lists or both, mix-and-match with another list, use another list entirely, or forgo all lists and make up your own ideas -- it's all up to you!!
As always, I’ll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2025!
hi, everyone. so, some of you may (or may not) know that i have an online little sister. that little sister is @little-saw.
now, this isn’t going to be a happy post, unfortunately, pointed out by the tws. so, of you are triggered by stuff like this, please leave.
let me make myself SO fucking clear right now. my little sister is a MINOR. my little sister struggles with hypersexuality. my little sister has trauma. my little sister is in the agere community because of trauma.
if you sexualize her or anything that she does in any fucking way, you are the fucking problem. do NOT accuse my sister of being involved with “minors in kink” because she has hypersexual issues or talks about REAL issues around the kink community that nobody else wants to fucking talk about because those issues are “eww gross.”
do not accuse my sister of being MIK because she is part of the agere community. she has trauma. and guess what you’re doing when you say those things to her: causing more trauma!
if she says it isn’t sexual, it isn’t fucking sexual.
you have enough braincells to type out “daddy’s little slut 🥵🥵🥵” but you can’t fucking read that someone is a fucking minor? how interesting.
can you not keep it in your fucking pants for half of a second?
i am so tired of these accounts “calling out” agere accounts. i am so tired of their ableist nature. i am so tired of them sexualizing everything that anyone does.
if you look at an agere ran by a FUCKING MINOR and think, “hmmm. you know. that’s pretty sexualized. i should publicly call them out.” you are the fucking issue.
if you see an agere account ran by a FUCKING MINOR talking about their hypersexuality issues and you think, “hmmm. that’s pretty kinky.” you are the fucking issue.
if you see ANY agere account ran by ANYONE and you think “hmmm. that’s pretty sexualized and hot. i should report this.” say it with me, guys! YOU ARE THE FUCKING ISSUE.
get a fucking life instead of trying to ruin others’.
Author’s note: so sorry I have been away for a while, I had testing and finals to study for.
Lee:Dick
Ler:Jason ( there is hints of Ler dick in the beginning for background.)
Summary: when no active crime is occurring, the Wayne manor is still very chaotic with a Bored Dick Grayson around.
Ler:Jason, Dick ( hints of him )
Lee:Dick
Ah yes, a day where crime had been quiet, giving some vigilantes a nice sunny day to relax. Well, relaxing didn’t occur in Wayne Manor, especially with Dick home and bored out of his mind. Jason was home, claiming he was just gathering supplies from the cave and was there for Alfred’s meals, despite actually enjoying his family's company at times like this when it was supposed to be peaceful and relaxing. But the loud laughter and curses that echoed through parts of the manor first came from Damian and then now from Tim, before the manor entered its silence once more, letting Jason go back to reading his book without interruptions or distractions. He adjusted his position on the couch, tucking his feet underneath him before going back to being immersed in his book.
After a while, Dick slipped into the library silently, yet not fully trying to keep his presence unknown. He snuck up behind Jason, ready to unleash his playful attack, only to have him already up off the couch, the book having been discarded to the floor.
“Absolutely not, Dick!” Jason said as he tackled Dick to the floor. As soon as Dick attempted to take a step closer to him, Jason quickly pinned the elder to the floor, not giving a second before one of his hands reached behind him, latching on to Dick’s knee that nearly hit him, squeezing it and earning a loud, almost uncharacteristic squeal echoing in the library.
“J-Jay, we can talk about this…I was just messing with you!” Dick pleaded, only for it to fall on deaf ears as Jason’s fingers clawed at Dick’s captive knee.
“You had this coming, Dick, either from me or one of the others,” Jason teased, his attack merciless as he tickled Dick silly, his fingers tickling anywhere they could reach, with Dick struggling and wiggling to get away from the silly feeling.
“Stohohohoop ihihihit, jahahahasohohon!” Dick tried to say through laughter, hoping to get mercy. His mind was basically mush from the tickles being so damn ticklish that he couldn’t think straight to try and fight Jason off of him.
“You should’ve thought before you acted, Dickwing,” Jason said as he dug into Dick’s hips, earning a loud shrill of laughter from the older before his laughter started sounding strained and slowly went silent as Jason slowed to a stop and got off him, leaving an exhausted Dick Grayson heaving for air.
if you can’t self-tickle, don’t worry! many people can’t. you’re not a defective lee.
indulge in reading tickle fics
lee!reader, ler!comfort character, and such
self-love
you’re good enough as all the other lees who have lers. you just haven’t found that person, yet.
embrace being envious
being envious of another lee who has a ler is completely normal. it does not make you a bad person. we are all human. treat yourself like one. thinking things along the lines of “i wish i had that”, “why can’t i have that”, regarding certain posts is normal. just don’t be toxic with it.
be safe
desperation is something that sometimes comes with a lee who hasn’t been tickled in a while. whether it be online or irl, stay safe. your wellbeing and health matters more than being tickled for 10 minutes.
set your boundaries
finding a ler may be difficult for some. find someone who matches your energy. not someone who can just fill your needs. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. don’t let anyone force a kink onto you when you don’t have said kink. don’t just settle for a ler you’re not happy with because of the mindset, “well, i don’t think i’m ever going to get a ler besides this one.” you are more than your hyperfixation. you are human. treat yourself like one.
be yourself
you don’t have to act like “other” lees or the “ideal lee”. you don’t have to be insanely ticklish to be a lee. you don’t even have to be ticklish to be a lee. you don’t have to shriek and scream when tickled. you can have loud reactions. you are valid no matter what.
you are VALID
don’t self depreciate yourself. you are worthy of love. you are worthy of being tickled. if you’re chubby, fat, skinny, aka, not the “ideal lee” trope forced onto us, it’s okay. you don’t have to be. it’s not your job for you to be perfect. it’s your job to be human
i decided to make this due to the fact that i’ve quite literally never seen anything like this. i think these issues are brushed aside much too often and result in having lees who can’t love themselves or feel as if they cant be themselves. i want to be able to provide SFW lees a safe space.
Tw: Mention of death and there are some cheer up tickles in this.
So if you don’t like either don’t read
Hope you enjoy!
It was a stormy day in Mondstadt, and much to the brothers' dismay, they were stuck inside with one another at the Dawn Winery. What was supposedly Kaeya’s short visit to ask Diluc about the recent appearances of the “Dark-night Hero” seen back in town turned into something more. Kaeya wanted to know everything about why his brother was doing it again. After all, it had been a while without any attacks on the town from the Abyss Mages and Hilichurls for it to reoccur once again. Kaeya wanted to team up with Diluc and get to the bottom of the issue like last time. However, Diluc didn’t seem keen on the idea of using his younger brother’s aid for something he could easily deal with on his own.
What they hoped would be a short discussion turned into multiple hours before dealing with Kaeya, which extended into the next day. The thunder was the only sound between the two brothers as they sat near the fireplace until Kaeya finally spoke up.
“Why do you believe you’re the only one who lost someone the day Father died?”
Diluc looked irritated but stayed quiet, not wanting to engage in a conversation that would lead to a pointless argument. But Kaeya continued to speak.
“I had lost Father, but I also lost someone else—my older brother. I want him back!”
Kaeya got up, walked over to Diluc, and grabbed him by the collar flaps of his coat as tears welled in his eyes. “So please…bring my older brother back.”
Diluc stood there, the irritation on his face transforming into guilt and sadness as Kaeya clung to him in tears. It was dead quiet, aside from Kaeya’s sniffles, until Diluc finally spoke up, his hand hesitantly resting on Kaeya’s back, his mind racing to consider what to do. Out of every possibility that could have happened tonight, this was one he hadn’t even thought about.
“I’m sorry.”
Diluc started to rub Kaeya’s back in an attempt to comfort him, but when his fingers barely touched where Kaeya’s ribs were, he felt his younger brother jolt and pull away with a yip, making Diluc worry if he had hurt him.
“Are you okay? Did I touch an injury?”
Kaeya shook his head no, wiping his tears away, his cheeks painted pink with embarrassment. He needed to find an excuse for his reaction without making Diluc worry further.
“No, you didn’t. I just…didn’t expect it.”
Diluc raised a brow in curiosity, easily catching Kaeya’s lie as he put two and two together.
“Really, are you sure? Maybe I should check. You know, injuries can get bad if they aren't acknowledged.”
Kaeya started to step back, his face completely flushed with embarrassment. His mind raced to figure out a way out of the situation. Much to his dismay, Diluc stepped closer to Kaeya, resting his hand on his shoulder, a mischievous expression plastered on his face.
“Diluc, I swear I’m fi-hihine! It was- nohohoho!”
Kaeya practically screeched with laughter as Diluc’s fingers quickly started to spider and skitter on his ribs, making Kaeya wriggle and squirm in a half-hearted attempt to escape.
“You’re still very ticklish, Kaeya! How have you not grown out of such a childish thing?”
Diluc teased as his fingers climbed to Kaeya’s armpits, making him squeal and snort. “Br-brohohohther! Stohohohop ihihit! Ahahaha!”
Kaeya had tears of laughter down his cheeks as he shoved his way out of Diluc’s hold, causing him to hit the floor.
“Oww-heheh! That was uncalled for. Diluc, I should get you back for that!”
Diluc huffed a half chuckle and rolled his eyes as he helped Kaeya off the floor and onto the couch.
“Can’t have the Cavalry Captain crying on me now, can I?”
Kaeya chuckled before hugging Diluc. “Thanks, I needed that.”
there are false rumours being spread around about me by an anon !! i have a sneaking suspicion that this anon is the same anon that has been harassing bambinella for quite some time !!
if you get an inbox by an anon saying that ive been sending hate comments towards them and their friends or anything else similar to that, ITS A LIE. this anon is most likely salty that i called them out for knowing who they are, and they want me gone because of it !!
please do not take their side !!! they have been sending messages to my moots inboxes, saying that ive been being hateful towards them with no proof of it !! its shameful that they're still at this childish behaviour.
ty for your time, and im sorry that this is going on.
this will be the last time for a while that i'll do a call out post. this blog was not made for drama, and will never be made for drama. i want to get this shit out of the way so that i can draw silly little furries havin' fun and being happy. do not contact me about other situations regarding this or any other type of drama within the community. yes, this is a serious matter, but i do not want any more involvement. i am only raising awareness about this creep.
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TW, explicit images, explicit language and predatory behaviour
this is a warning, for ALL SFW tickle blogs that have minors interacting, have minors on their blog, and minors that run blogs.
stay FAR away from the blog, known as @//dracowolf787.
my friend @pink-sugarpop, went undercover as a minor on a burner account that she had created, approached this user in dms and was talked to by this man wildly inappropriately despite the user knowing that she said she was 17 to him.
he roleplayed licking in between thighs, licking feet, and fondling. he also stated that he was “stroking off” and asked for pics while roleplaying with her. again, this is all towards, to what he thought, was a minor.
he is a 34 year old male with fetishes of CNC(consent non consent), breasts, and tickling, along with gifs of girls being tickled all over his page, and is actively interacting with minors through their asks, replies, or even DMs using that account. he has recently made another account as well, however we do not know the secondary account as of right now.
please, everyone be careful. these are the “adults” that the tickle community should be calling out. stuff like this is not okay and will NEVER be okay.
Dottore sat at his desk, humming while looking at blueprints of a new project he wanted to try. After he calculated how much mora he would need, it would be at least about 400,000 mora, and most likely a million mora. After having to fix his laboratory, which had been wrecked after an experiment went haywire, it was quite the costly fix. Dottore looked at the blueprints and the notes he had written. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money; he just didn’t want to use his own funds for something that could benefit the Fatui if it backfired or didn’t go as he had planned.
“Hmmm… I wonder if my dear colleague Pantalone would fund this research project. After all, it is a benefit to the Fatui, so he’d do it, right?” Dottore paced around the lab, mumbling under his breath as he checked what items he already had to mark off the list. “Check... I have plenty of those... Damn, I still need quite a bit of the resources... Yikes.” Dottore sighed; he still needed over half of the required items for his research. He looked up at his clock, checking the time and seeing that it was the usual time Pantalone stopped working with clients. Dottore hummed as he got up, walking in small but quick steps out of his laboratory and down the hall to where Pantalone’s office was.
When he made it to the door, he opened it, not bothering to knock. “Oh, my dear colleague—” his sentence quickly got cut off as he entered. “No, I’m not funding one of your crazy projects,” Pantalone said, his tone dull of emotion, as if he already expected Dottore’s presence.
“How rude of you to interrupt me like that.” Dottore stepped closer to Pantalone’s desk, a threatening smirk on his face. “C’mon, Pantalone, I just need about one million mora, and this project will benefit the Fatui. Don’t make me use drastic measures.” Pantalone rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed sigh. “I’m not funding this project; I’ve already funded one this month.” Dottore stepped closer and closer to the desk, closing in on the harbinger in small steps until he made his way behind Pantalone.
“Are you sure you won’t fund it?” Dottore said in almost a whisper, his hands lowering to the back of the chair Pantalone was sitting in. “I’m not funding it regardless of whether you say it benefits the Fatui,” Pantalone refused. Yet there was some feeling growing in his stomach at the grin Dottore had when he spun the chair to face him. “Oh, well let’s see if you change your mind after this.” Dottore spoke as his hands slipped into Pantalone’s coat, reaching his sides, starting to squeeze and skitter his fingers up and down, making Pantalone roar with laughter.
“Gahahad! Dahahamn! Ihihihit quihihihit!” Pantalone, a serious harbinger now wriggling, stomped, and shoved at the ruthless man tickling him silly—something many would die before even seeing. “Hm, you’re very ticklish, so I’ll give you two choices: let me experiment with your sensitivity for about a week or fund the project.” Dottore’s hands went down, kneading Pantalone’s thighs, bringing him to hysterics, tears streaming down his face, his once neat hair a mess, loud laughter filling the room and hallway. Soon, it ended, turning into wheezing and coughs as he used his strength to practically throw Dottore off him.
“...Fine! I’ll fund the damn project. You’ll be more than dead before experimenting on me.” Pantalone then stood up from his chair, a sadistic expression painted on his face. “But first, I believe I should get my fair share of revenge; after all, it needs to end fairly.” Dottore was quick to run, with Pantalone right behind him.
