pff hi! i'm just your regular gay disaster who's procastinating on cartoons! my name is elif! i'm lvl 14 & use all pronouns- i'll mostly drawing half-decent art or coming up with lazy concepts. also, this blog will include tickle stuff & is strictly sfw :]
Summary: Techno is in a lee mood and is around Ranboo and Phil. They both quickly figure this out and decide to tickle him. Phil asks Techno to tie him up and he says yes. However Techno’s mood quickly changes…
//skjddcksjlk sorry this fic is very short, but i hope you all enjoy it!! <3
A cold evening in L’manberg. Technoblade, Philza and Ranboo were around each other. He saw that he was in between Phil and Ranboo, Techno lightly blushed. Phil saw this and smirked. “You in a mood Techie? I can tell by that light blush.” Techno groaned and blushed more. “M-Mhm.. Y-Yeah..” The pink haired male always got very blushy and comfortable around Phil and Ranboo. Phil smirked.
“I want to try something different today. Would you be okay with us tying you down Techno? Or not?” Techno blushed and his eyes widened. He felt bad if he couldn’t have Ranboo and Phil tie him down.
The male smiled softly and nodded slowly. “Y-Yeah. I would be fine with it..” He blushed.
Ranboo smirked and pushed him down gently on the bed and sat on his hips, poking at his sides gently. “EEK! R-Rahahahanbohohoo! Nohoho!” He giggled out blushing.
Phil smirked and started to gently tie Techno’s hands up. ‘Phil is tying me up.. Should i tell them?’ Techno got really nervous, a tear started to roll down his face. He hoped Ranboo and Phil saw this, and they did. “Phil. Look at Techno.” He pointed, not trying to make him feel embarrassed.
Phil looked concerned, immediately taking back what he did and started to untie him. After that was done, Phil sat up Techno in his lap with Techno’s back against his chest. Ranboo starts to softly play with Techno’s hair. Techno flinched a tiny bit but relaxed, trying to calm his breathing down.
I’ve used this technique for about a year, and I can safely say that it has efficiently transformed my sleeping habits from several hours of struggle to fall asleep, to passing out in a matter of minutes.
It’s a form of Alexander Technique. It’s a technique that was designed for actors to keep their body in ready working condition and give it the best way to perform. This is the method used to calm, and center the body. Once the body is at that point it can perform anything you want it to.
Reblogging for later reference after I tried it earlier today to try to calm down. It actually does help a lot, not just for sleep but if you have problems with anxiety.
My default mental setting is “vibrating intensely in the background.” After doing this, I felt noticeably calm and relaxed - I wasn’t as fixated on my breathing, I wasn’t tense, my movements weren’t jerky and I didn’t feel like I had to be as tense as possible to be under control. 10/10 would recommend.
owl house, understanding willow & i was a teenage abomination spoilers!!
im literally in class & confused asf but i just wanna talk about willow for a second.
from the beginning when luz first sees her she’s both intrigued and curious about this “little witch girl.” just an innocent witch, nothing special. we can tell from the beginning that willow is a very kindhearted person. you see her accidentally stepping on a plant, and then apologizing and tending it. if we put ourselves into luz’s place, so far we can tell that this is an ordinary witch.
then we see where things sort of went downhill, when amity flew by and said some “not so nice things” to the girl. we can see her easily getting frustrated and having an outrage of emotion. this can tell us that willow “cracks easily.” right after amity leaves, we see her using her plant magic, her emotions flaring up. she’s definitely angry and that affects her plant magic.
however,
when she sees luz stumble out of the bushes, she softens immediately. she settles down and rushes over to the girl, chrcking to see if she’s hurt. she quickly gets excited after realizing that our protagonist is indeed, a human.
we can definitely tell that even from the start, willow has had a soft spot for luz.
later in the episode, after they get into trouble with bump, the witch tells luz to run, and uses her outstanding plant magic to protect her, even though what she done could’ve gotten her expelled- and if she hadn’t been strong enough, she could’ve gotten hurt. its outstanding that she was willing to sacrifice her education and maybe her life? for this human girl she met just hours ago.
this tells us that willow gets attached to others easily, and later in the season, we might see her having commitment issues. she might even get jealous, seeing now that in the new episodes, luz is getting along with amity more and more.
we can tell willow is a strong character, both emotionally and physically. like in understanding willow, the inner willow has such an outrageous blossoming of anger that permanent damage could’ve been done to some of the characters. if that was the inner willow being truly angry, i don’t want to imagine what the actual willow would be like if she got pissed off. and she just might, in the future, with all of boscha’s shenanigans and stuff.
enjoy me blabbing i just want some more character development for willow okay.
Writing lee Daichi was an interesting challenge, I must admit, but I think I did all right. Thank you for the suggestions on ticklish spots, first anon! Enjoy!
20. “Stop resisting!”
30. “Are you crazy? I can’t last that long!”
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“Where’s Asahi?”
Daichi looked up from his spot on the floor. “Wow, good to see you, too.”
Suga blushed. “Sorry. Of course, I’m happy to see you.”
“I’m just messing with you. Asahi’s with Noya. They’re off doing some crazy thing or another.”
“All Noya’s doing, I’m sure.”
“Obviously.”
Sugawara set his backpack down by the door, eyeing his captain warily. “That’s got to be uncomfortable. Why are you lying like that?”
Daichi was on his stomach, head propped up on his arms, watching a game on his laptop. “My back is killing me. I’m trying to alleviate the pain.”
“Do you want a massage?”
“Thanks, but that’s okay.”
“I can do it.” Suga knelt down beside him, trying to catch his eye. “I’m not a professional, but I’m sure I can help a little. I don’t mind.”
Daichi was quiet for a moment. “I mean, if you want to try it, I’d appreciate it. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to just because I said something.”
“Please. You couldn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do.” Suga made himself comfortable and gently pressed the heels of his hands into the captain’s lower back. Daichi groaned. “Too much?”
“No, no,” the brunette replied, voice strained. “It’s fine. It’s just really sore.”
“What did you even do?” Suga asked, trying again, a bit gentler this time.
“Got a little carried away during weight training.”
“A little?”
Daichi groaned again, letting his forehead rest against his folded arms. “Man, I’m tense.”
Sugawara contemplated for a moment, then gently began kneading the captain’s lower back with his fingers. This time his friend let out a groan of pleasure, not of pain, and thus encouraged, the silver-haired setter kept it up. “I can tell. You really should take it easy, you know? You’re always yelling at Hinata and Kageyama to go home and rest.”
“Yeah, because those two are crazy first-years who need the reminder on a daily basis if they’re ever going to be any good in an actual match. I know how to balance exercise and rest; I just went a little overboard during the exercise part.”
“Touché.”
For a few minutes they were silent; Daichi watched the game on his laptop (Aoba Johsai, Suga noticed), and Suga massaged up and down his back, careful to spend a bit longer on areas that seemed to be especially tense. However, he reached a point where he thought he’d be more effective if he could make contact with actual skin, so he gingerly reached his fingers underneath Daichi’s shirt to knead directly into his lower back.
Daichi tensed up, hissing, gripping his shoulders. Suga stopped immediately, frowning worriedly. “Sorry, did that hurt?”
“No.” The captain sounded strained all over again. “But what are you doing?”
“I thought I could make it better if I could actually touch your back directly. Is that okay?”
There was a pause. “You can…you can try.” Try? Suga did try, being more gentle this time, but somehow the lighter touch seemed to make it even worse, as Daichi half-rolled onto his side to look at him, a wobbly smile on his lips. “Okay, maybe not.”
“Are you all right?” the setter asked. “Seriously, if it’s this bad you may need to get it looked at.”
“No, it’s not…that’s not why I’m…” Daichi let out a heavy sigh, flopping back onto his stomach. “It tickled. That’s all.”
Suga was quiet for a long moment, staring at the back of his captain’s head. “You’re ticklish?”
“…no.” Daichi felt a finger trailing up and down his spine in a quick pattern, and giggles spilled out of him before he could hold back. “Okay, yehehehehes.”
“You’re ticklish?” Sugawara laughed, shoving his hands under Daichi’s shirt to scribble all over his back. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”
“Gah! No! Sugahahahaha!” Daichi giggled, trying to roll over but stopped by the setter’s surprisingly strong hold on him. “B-Behehehehecause I knehehehew you’d be like thihihihihihis!”
“Like what? Playful?”
“It’s ahahahahall f-fun and gahahahahahames until you fihihihihind a b-bad spohohohohohot!”
“Oh?” Suga beamed, pinching his sides now. “Like where?”
“I’m n-nohohohohohot tehehehehelling you anythihihihihing!”
“Stop resisting me! I’m just trying to help~”
“Nohohohohohohohoho!”
“M’kay. I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” That said, the setter got to work scribbling and digging and raking up and down Daichi’s back, sides, ribs, and even underarms, making the captain cackle and squeal and writhe beneath him, pleading all the while for him to stop. Suga wasn’t satisfied, however, until he decided to venture a little further down and trail his fingers along the backs of Daichi’s thighs.
Daichi’s entire body jerked, and his frantic giggling became even more frantic laughter. “NO!! OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY, BAD SPOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”
“Oh?” Suga teased, scratching mercilessly at the backs of his thighs down to his knee pits and back up again, enjoying the way his friend screeched and flopped around helplessly. “A little sensitive here, are you? Well, the good news is, you seem to have moved on from your back pain.”
“THAHAHAHAHAHAT’S NOT HOW THAT WOHOHOHOHOHORKS, YOU LITTLE--!!” Daichi spasmed and burst into uncontrollable hysterics when Suga darted to his inner thighs. “STOPSTOPSTOP!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“Ooh, really ticklish here?”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT SUGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“I hope you know I could do this for hours.”
“AHAHAHAHARE YOU CRAHAHAHAHAZY?! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T LAHAHAHAST THAT LOHOHOHOHOHONG!!”
“So, what was it you were about to call me?”
“N-NOHOHOHOHOHOTHING!! PLEASE, LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
“Come on, we’re friends. You can say it. I’m a little what?” Suga teased, thoroughly enjoying himself and the way Daichi laughed hysterically beneath his precise touch.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOTHING I SWEHEHEHEHEHEHEAR!!”
“Hmm. I don’t believe you, Daichi.” Suga straddled his friend’s calves and raked his fingers up and down the inner parts of his thighs, watching and listening with satisfaction as Daichi laughed so hard he went silent for a long moment. “Feel like telling me what I am now?”
“JEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!” Daichi screamed, desperately trying to roll over, his face and ears dark red at this point. “YOU’RE A LIHIHIHIHIHIHITTLE JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!! PLEASE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, SUGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”
Sensing that Daichi was struggling to breathe from laughing so hard, Sugawara relented, climbing back off of him and laying down beside him, propping his head up on one hand. He grinned when Daichi glanced his way. “Feeling better now?”
“You suck,” the captain wheezed, but he was smiling. “I don’t remember signing up for anything more than a massage.”
“That was a massage. A massage for the soul.”
Daichi lunged up from his spot on the floor to pin Suga down and start tickling him right back. “You’re a dork, you know that?”
Suga laughed and squirmed. “B-Buhuhuhuhuhut you hahahahahahang out with mehehehehe anyway!”
“Yeah.” The brunette grinned. “Yeah, I do.” He found the setter’s navel and dipped his finger inside, grinning even more when Suga’s hyena laugh exploded out of him. “Thanks for the help, dork.”
@happyandticklish We're going back in time again! Consider this a bit of backstory for the events of "Burn Some Calories." I personally really love this one; there's not enough ticklish Noya in the world and he's so dang cute! Thanks so much for the fun prompt! Enjoy! ^^
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This little first-year was at once making him look really bad and pushing him to do even better.
From the moment he’d introduced himself, Yuu Nishinoya had taken the court by storm. The kid was a natural libero, able to receive and defend better than anyone Asahi had ever known before. His bright smile and outgoing personality lit up the gym, making practice both more fun and more intense as everyone strove to do better, inspired by his energy.
Asahi admired him greatly for that. He, too, promised to work harder and improve in all areas so he could be worthy of sharing the court with Noya. As time went on, though, he found that it didn’t seem to matter how hard he worked; the first-year was always several steps ahead of him. While Daichi, Suga, and the others began to serve better, block better, and spike better, he himself – the ace of the team – remained steadfast in doing just as well as he always had. Sure, every practice was helping him improve, but only marginally compared to his teammates. Noya was always smiling and encouraging, but Asahi felt more and more like he was being left behind, and the weight was crushing him.
All of that changed one night after practice.
“All right, guys,” the captain announced, “time to call it a day. First-years, clean up. Second-years, put the gear away.”
Everyone shouted their affirmation and scattered to do as they were told.
Noya came bounding up to him, grinning. “You were great today, Asahi! You’ve been working on your serves, right? I can tell.”
Asahi gave him a tired smile. “You don’t have to do that, Noya.”
“Huh? Do what?”
“Act like I’m making such great progress.” Asahi gripped the ball he was holding before tossing it into the bin nearby. “I’m obviously not.”
“Sure you are.” Noya looked up at him, eyes wide and earnest. “If I’m having to work harder to receive them, that means you’ve been working harder to improve them. It’s logic.”
“That’s more a testament to how amazing you are than anything.”
“You think I’m amazing?”
Asahi looked down at his underclassman, astonished. “Of course I think that. You are amazing, Noya.”
Noya beamed, gently pushing his fist into Asahi’s chest. “You’re amazing, too, ace.”
“Not compared to you. You’re so…so energetic and adaptive and tough, and I’m…I’m none of those things.”
“Tough? I’m not tough,” Noya laughed. “You’re the tough one.”
Asahi tossed another volleyball into the basket. “Yeah, right.”
“You are!”
“Noya!” Tanaka snapped from the supplies closet. “A little help would be nice!”
“Hang on a second, Tanaka,” the libero called back. “I’m giving a pep talk here.” He turned to look up at Asahi again. “You’ve got to believe in yourself more, dude. I can see you’re improving. All of us can. Why can’t you?”
“Sure, I’m improving. Just not enough.”
“Everyone moves at their own pace.”
“I’ll never be as awesome as you.”
Noya frowned, and the look was so unusual for him that it gave Asahi pause. “I’m not as invincible as you think I am, Asahi. I’ve got weaknesses, too.”
“I have yet to see one.”
“Where do I start? My test scores are average at best, I’m total crap at serving – kind of why I chose to play libero, honestly. Oh, and don’t get me started on my luck with girls—”
“I meant physically,” Asahi said quickly, putting an end to that train of thought. “Physical weaknesses. On the court. I haven’t seen any.”
Noya hesitated for a moment, suddenly looking embarrassed. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening in, then lowered his voice. “Look, I’ll admit something to you, because you need the encouragement and I trust you. But you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?”
Asahi swallowed, nodding.
“I’m ticklish,” Noya said quickly, cheeks turning pink as he spoke. “Like, stupidly ticklish. One poke and I’m completely useless.”
Asahi stared at him. He scanned him up and down, his mind automatically filling in the blanks. Ribs, sides, waist, knees. All places he’d attack first if he were to tickle Noya. Not that he was going to, of course. Not after the libero had specifically said he trusted him.
“Oh,” he said at last, voice soft. He blinked, straightened. “Well…I suppose that counts.”
“Nishinoya!” Tanaka yelled.
Noya whirled around and ran to him. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”
Asahi watched him go, then blindly – as if in a daze – picked up the rest of the volleyballs and helped take down the net, putting it away for the night. Ticklish, he thought, and that was all he could think. Noya’s ticklish. Noya’s ticklish. Noya’s ticklish.
Once the gym had been cleared up and cleaned up and the captain had locked the doors, Noya found Asahi again, prancing up to him as if it was the first time he’d seen him all week. “So, feeling better now, ace?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Asahi took one glance at the libero’s smiling face and lost all control. He wanted to see that smile more. Wanted to make him smile like that more. He was dying to hear what Noya sounded like when he was tickled. So, in a flash, he grabbed the little first-year’s sides and squeezed.
As promised, Noya immediately burst into giggles and crumpled to the ground, his legs giving out beneath him. “Nohohoho, Asahi!” he pleaded, holding up his hands defensively as the ace knelt down to join him and dug in again, more purposefully this time. “Nahahahahahahahaha! P-Please, I tohohohhohold you, I’m reheheheheheally ticklihihihihish!”
“You had to know I’d want to see for myself,” Asahi countered, beaming at the adorable sight but lightening his touch slightly.
“Ahahahahahahahaha! Sehehehehehee?! I’m n-nohohohohohot so tohohohohough, am I?”
“You’re the toughest person I know, Noya.” Asahi snatched up both of his wrists and held them above his head, using his free hand to wiggle his fingertips into the grooves of the libero’s ribcage. Noya spasmed, laughter spilling out of him faster than he seemed able to keep up with. “You’re just a sensitive guy, that’s all.”
“Tehehehehehell that to the lahahahahahahadies!” Noya retorted, squealing when Asahi found the backs of his ribs and kneaded there. He tossed his head back and laughed unguarded. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Part of Asahi thought he should stop, but another, stronger part of him found that he simply couldn’t. Noya losing control of himself like this was just so…so unprecedented and unusual, not to mention the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He swung a leg over to pin his thighs down and dug in a little harder, enjoying the shriek he got in response.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ASAHIHIEHEHEHEHE!!” Noya begged, smiling uncontrollably as mirth burst out of him in helpless waves. “STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”
“You’re really ticklish, huh, Noya?” Asahi asked, half-teasing, half-serious. He trailed his fingers down to the libero’s belly and scribbled there. “It’s kind of cute.”
“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!! I’M NOT CUHUHUHUHUHUHUTE!!” Noya insisted even through his frantic cackling and squirming. “I’M THE COHOHOHOHOHOOL, CONFIDENT LIHIHIHIHIHIBERO!!”
Asahi laughed with him at that. “Oh, are you, now? Not so cool and confident when I’ve got you pinned down like this, hmm?” He poked at Noya’s belly button, chuckling at the “eep!” he got as a reward. “Let’s see. Where’s your worst spot?”
“HAAH?!” Noya made a distressed noise through his giggling, twisting every which way under Asahi’s grasp. “N-Nohohoho, no, plehehease don’t, I cahahahahan’t take it! Reheheheheally!”
“I haven’t even found it yet!”
“Y-You wihihihihihill,” Noya replied, sounding nervous, his eyes panicked. “T-Then you’ll nehehever want to stop. Nohohoho one ever dohohoes.”
At that, Asahi pulled back, releasing Noya entirely as he climbed off of him. He frowned. “Whoa, dude, I’m sorry. Is this…is this traumatic for you?”
“No,” Noya groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, still laying on the ground. “It’s just…I’ve got this reputation, you know? You were telling me yourself that you think I’m some awesome, unbeatable volleyball star. I…I like being cool like that. And this undermines that coolness.”
“Then why did you tell me?” Asahi asked. “If you were worried it would ruin your reputation?”
“Because it’s you,” Noya said, uncovering his eyes to look at him. “I trust you.”
I trust you. Those words again, with more meaning this time. Asahi smiled at him. “Then do you believe me when I say I’ll never tell anyone else about this? I’ll preserve your reputation. Don’t worry.”
“But…” the libero looked away, seeming embarrassed again. “My worst spot makes me sound ridiculous when I’m tickled there. There’s no coming back from that once you’ve heard it. That’s why I…I don’t want you to try it.”
Asahi felt a little wounded. “Why? Do you think I’ll think less of you?”
“Everyone always does. Once you lose your cool, you’re no longer cool. You know?”
“Noya, I’ll never think you’re not cool just because you’re a little ticklish. That’s silly.” When the libero didn’t answer, he continued, “But if you want me to stop here, I will.”
Noya turned to look at him again, and he frowned. “You really want to, don’t you?”
Asahi could feel himself blushing, but he couldn’t help it. “I mean…yeah. Tickling you just now was…was fun. I’d like to hear what other sounds you make. But not if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Ugh.” The first-year covered his face with his hands. “You’re the cool one, Asahi. I’d never let anyone else do this, you know? You’re the only one allowed to see me like this.”
Asahi’s heart leapt. “So…is it okay? Or do you want me to stop?”
“It’s my thighs.”
There was a pause. Taking that as an invitation, Asahi cautiously reached out to try said spot, but stopped when he realized Noya was still hiding. He leaned forward and gently pried his hands away, forcing him to make eye contact. The ace smiled, then carefully grabbed one of the libero’s thighs and squeezed.
Noya spasmed again, his smile back in an instant, and just as instantly covered up again.
“Don’t hide,” Asahi said, pulling his hands away again. “I want to see that smile.”
“You’re the worst,” Noya whined, giggling. “The actual worst. I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me-EEEEEE!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Asahi chuckled, scratching and scribbling along his thighs, enjoying how the lightest touch forced him into this amount of hysterics. “You know what, Noya? This is way more than just cute. This is cool.” He found the inner thighs and kneaded, making the libero toss his head back and scream like a banshee. “This is really, really cool.”
“Yes it is! Seeing you laugh so freely like that, like you don’t care who’s watching or listening? That’s really awesome. You’re the coolest, Noya.”
“SHUT UP, SHUT UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUP!!”
“Don’t be rude! I’m your upperclassman. I know what I’m talking about.” Asahi left Noya’s thighs, darting back up to his ribs and scribbling wildly, enjoying the tussle of trying to keep up while the little libero squirmed around on the ground, curling up, giggling wildly. “You’re so cool. The best first-year in the bunch. Don’t tell the others, though.”
“Please,” Noya wheezed, grabbing onto Asahi’s wrists, too weak to actually push them away. “Please, stohohohohop tehehehehelling me I’m cohohohohool whihihihihile you’re tihihihihihickling me!”
“But you are!” Asahi insisted, grinning at how red Noya’s cheeks were becoming. “I already thought you were cool, but your laughter is awesome. I think you’re cool whether you’re ticklish or not. I want you to believe me. Do you, Noya? Do you believe me?”
“Yehehehehehes, all rihihihihight, I’m the c-cohohohohohoolest kid on the theheheheheam!” Noya relented, giggling so hard he was gasping for breath. “Plehehehehease, stahahahahahap it! Let me gohohohohoho!”
Beaming, Asahi did as he was asked, allowing Noya to catch his breath before reaching down to squeeze his shoulder. “You’re the best, you know that? When you’re around I always want to do better. To improve. Having you share this with me and letting me indulge a little bit makes me feel like I can do anything. Because if our cool, confident libero trusts me enough to do this, there’s nothing I can’t do. Right?”
Nishinoya looked up at him incredulously, then burst out laughing all over again. “Oh my god, you’re such a sap!” he cried, clutching his stomach as he rolled onto his side. “All right, fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m glad my being so stupidly ticklish makes you feel invincible.”
“You’re not stupidly ticklish. You’re extremely ticklish,” Asahi countered, reaching down to scribble at his belly. “Because you’re an extremely cool person.”
Noya beamed, giggling, allowing his friend to have a little more fun at his expense.
From that day forward, he never called his sensitivity stupid again.
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