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She/Her | Adult
I’m Dokidoki Muffin 💕🧁
and this is a casual blog for tickle art ✨✍
My art is a mix between sfw/platonic and more mature themes.
(latter is tagged #dokidoki spice or labelled accordingly)
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The old stuff ⏳
This blog has been deactivated once 😅 If you are interested in my art and fics from a few years ago, here is a Google Drive link that I lovingly call The Dokidoki Timeportal 💖🌌
My Deviantart 🔥🧁
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(All art, sfw and nsfw, can also be downloaded in high quality there)
And a tiny bit about the Muffin behind the blog 😆
I’m an adult | She/Her | Switch | happily taken and a part-time professional artist. I also write, but very occasionally.
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Yah! That’s it for now! 🥰
I hope you enjoy your time here and I wish you a wonderful day! ✨
Lots of love! 💖💖💖
Dokidoki Muffin 💕🧁
A/N: @dokidoki-muffin I wish you a merry Christmas and good health for the upcoming year. Seeing that you had a lot more pictures from the Detective Conan franchise recently, I decided to wrote a story within it too.
Words: 1,365 words under the cut
The grand hall of the abandoned mansion echoed faintly with Hakuba Saguru’s footsteps as he moved with the precision of someone who had rehearsed every angle of this operation at least twice over. His trap had been flawless - mathematically calculated and impeccably placed. Or so he thought… He should have known. Of course Kaito Kid would ruin everything.
One wrong step in the shadowed hallway in the heat of the chase, one creak of old floorboards, and a metallic snap echoed through the empty corridor. Hakuba froze, well- his body did. His voice, unfortunately, did not. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” he muttered through clenched teeth, “bloody- This is my trap!”
He stood completely stiff, arms locked at his sides, bound by a metal cuff that had appeared from behind one of the many curtains flanking said corridor. His legs were rooted to the ground, captured by some chains that had emerged from it, leaving only a few inches for them to move. His posture so rigid, that he looked like a disgruntled statue.
The immobilization mechanism - actually intended to catch Kaito Kid - had worked perfectly, unfortunately note quite the way it had been made for, leaving him completely unable to move, which was very, very bad, because Kaito Kid had already seen him.
“Fufu~” That laugh. Hakuba cursed himself internally, squirming in an aimless attempt to free himself. The thief emerged from the opposite end of the hall, descending the grand staircase as though he owned the place, his trademark white cape flowing behind him. His monocle glinted and his grin widened when his eyes landed on the immobilized detective.
“Well, well, well~ Detective Hakuba,” Kid sang, “given up already? You look… rather stiff tonight.” He chuckled. Hakuba inhaled sharply. “Kaito Kid, I will kindly ask you to release me and turn yourself in immediately.” “‘Kindly ask,’ huh?” Kid chuckled, circling him slowly. “You sound so polite, almost like you’re not the one who set this trap in the first place.”
“I merely prepared an appropriate countermeasure,” Hakuba replied through gritted teeth, “which you seem to have anticipated.” Kid tapped Hakuba’s frozen shoulder with a gloved finger. “Of course I did. You think you can lure me into some haunted house and expect I won’t notice? You should know better than that, Detective. Arrogance doesn’t suit you.”
Hakuba huffed, raising his chin. “It wasn’t arrogance, it was strategy.” “Well, your ‘strategy’ has you locked in place,” Kid said brightly, “so let’s call it what it is: Adorable~” The detective’s eyes widened. “I beg your-?!” Kid stopped right in front of him, leaning down until their faces were close enough for Hakuba to feel the warmth of his smirk.
“Now,” Kaito Kid purred, “since you’re stuck… why don’t we have a little fun?” Before Hakuba could even protest, Kid’s hands shot to his sides. The brunette’s reaction was immediate. “W-WH-K-KIHID!!” he choked out, voice breaking as laughter burst from him. “D-DoHon’t! St-StoHop thaHahahat! NoHoho tiHihickling!”
He felt a sudden heat flushing over him, his cheeks turning pink in a wave of embarrassment. Not only let he himself getting caught in his own trap he put so much thought into, no, he also faced the humiliation of getting tickled - tickled of all things - by none other than Kaito Kid himself. Why did he have to be so damn ticklish? “PffFt- AHaHAHhAHAH!”
Kid laughed brightly, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Aw, look at you! You’re already cracking! And I haven’t even done anything yet!” His fingers skittered along the other’s ribs, tracing the spots that made the detective jerk violently against the trap - even though he couldn’t move that much. “Y-You! HaHaha! You insuHufferable-! Geheh-Get your hands oHohout!”
“Aww, polite even now,” Kid teased, wiggling his fingers deeper into Hakuba’s sides, “how very British of you~” Hakuba threw his head back, laughter pouring out of him helplessly. His usually perfect composure shattered, replaced by bright, breathless giggling he desperately tried to suppress and absolutely failed to. “KiHiiHid!! St-StoHop th-thihis!!”
“But you sound so cute,” Kid cooed, “why would I stop now?” the thief teased, seeming to have the time of his life with messing with him. While Hakuba gasped and sputtered, something soft thudded against the floor - his slipper. Kid paused only long enough to glance down. “Oho? Lost something?” “D-DON’T!” Hakuba squeaked, voice cracking high.
For the second time this evening he regretted not thinking things through enough, actually believing it would be a good idea to switch his Loakes to some plain slippers in order to protect the floor and follow the proper Japanese customs to remove your shoes. Only now, being in this kind of predicament, he realized, how vulnerable he has made himself.
Now, to be fair, who would've thought that Kaito Kid would resort to something childish as tickling. Hakuba didn't calculate neither of it. Not getting caught in his own trap, and definitely not getting tickled by the thief in white.
“Oh yes,” Kid said with theatrical delight, “we’re definitely continuing~” He could literally hear the mock in his voice, but who could blame him. Before Hakuba could beg again, Kid crouched down, fingers dancing near the detective’s now-exposed socked foot. He lightly scratched along the arch.
Hakuba squealed. “NO! N-NoHot there!! NOHOHOT my feHehEHEHt! Hahahaha!! K-KiHid!! CoOHome oOHon!! PleHehease!” he whined, pressing his lips together as best as he could, but the laughter came out nonetheless. Kid’s grin widened with predatory joy. “Oh? Sensitive here too? What a delight.”
He held Hakuba’s ankle steady - not that Hakuba could pull it away - and traced every contour of his foot through the sock. His fingertips danced from his heel to his arch and finally to his toes wiggling his fingers right under them.
Hakuba was howling now, cheeks crimson, tears of mirth forming at the corners of his eyes. He curled his toes, trying- hoping that it would somehow stop the other’s attack. It did not. Instead, it only encouraged him to tickle said spot even more. “K-Kihihid!! I-I swear I w-will- HAHAHA! I will get you bahahack!!”
“Mmm. Promises, promises.” Kid wiggled his fingers at the base of Hakuba’s toes, earning a loud, broken yelp. “Focus on surviving first.” “KIHIHID!! EHEHEHEHEHEH STAHAHA-! STOHOP!!” Kid finally rose, leaving Hakuba gasping for air.
“Well detective,” he said softly, “that was charming, but I think…” he reached down and gently tugged off Hakuba’s second slipper “…we’re not quite done yet.” “Don’t. You. Dare.” Hakuba panted, glaring up at him. Though his "threat" didn't have much of an impact, based on how flustered he looked right now. Because Kid did, dragging his fingers over it.
With his remaining socked foot exposed, Hakuba stood no chance. Kid scribbled along the sole, teasing the arch mercilessly. The brunette exploded into helpless laughter again, body trembling against the trap. “I- HAHAHAHAH! I WILL- MHMHMHM REHEHVENGE!!”
“Aww, I’ll look forward to it~” Kid teased, slipping in a final devilish tickle right beneath the toes. He could’ve continued this game the entire night when a sudden sound captured his attention - sirens. Far away, but approaching fast. Kid blinked, sighed dramatically, and stepped back. “Ah, duty calls.”
Hakuba kept laughing in aftershocks, chest heaving as he tried to recover. Kid approached him one last time, tilting the detective’s chin up with a gloved finger. “You really should be more careful with those traps of yours,” he said sweetly, “I’d hate for someone else to catch you before I do.” “K… Kid…” Hakuba panted, still breathless, face scarlet.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Kid squeezed Hakuba’s side, earning one last yelp from him, “just because it’s fun,” he said with an innocent wink. Kid bowed low, his cape sweeping behind him in elegant arc. “Better luck next time, Detective Hakuba.” And with a single leap, he shattered the window’s edge, disappearing into the night with perfect theatrical flourish.
Hakuba remained frozen, panting, disheveled, and thoroughly humiliated in the middle of his own trap. As the sirens neared and footsteps began echoing in the hall, Hakuba let out a slow, trembling exhale. Just one thought burned through his mind: Revenge. And oh- he would get it…
OMG I am so late to this!!! 😬😬😬🙈🙈🙈🙈
Thank you SO SO much for this lovely gift!! 💖💖💖🔥✨🎄
That was such an unexpected but brilliant surprise!! 🥰🥰
And so cute!! I love it!! 💖💖💖😍
I also hope your holidays were wonderful and I wish you all the best for the coming year!! ✨🎉🎇🎆
I finally started playing Digimon Story Time Stranger over the holidays! 🥰✨
And what can I say.. I see a character with several arms..
and so much potential.. I just had to 🤣🙈
Enjoy 😛
(Please don't look too closely at the armour details 💀🔥)
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A/N: @dokidoki-muffin I wish you a wonderful happy birthday~ May the upcoming year be full of wonderful moments. I wish you a lot of health and luck in your upcoming new year of life. For your annual birthday gift I took some inspo from one of your own arts, so pls forgive me for that~ Enjoy your day~
Summary: Surprise
Words: 1,578 words under the cut
Tadashi should have known something was coming the moment Ainosuke called him into the private room of the estate with that smile - the kind that never meant anything good for him, yet always made something flutter nervously in his stomach.
Ainosuke stood in front of the bed with his coat off, his sleeves rolled back, and an expression that was far too entertained for someone supposedly “disappointed in his assistant”. “Tadashi,” Ainosuke purred, stepping closer to the other, “I’ve been… rather unsatisfied with your work lately,” he finished with a sly grin on his lips.
The brunette straightened instinctively, posture crisp. “My apologies. If there was an error in the scheduling for the next-” “Oh, no, no, no. Nothing like that.” The other cut him off with a mischievous grin, placing a gloved finger under his chin and tipping it up. “This is less about your work… and more about your actions.”
“My… actions?” Tadashi repeated carefully, though the back of his neck already warmed with dread. Whenever Ainosuke used that tone, it meant one thing: He was bored, and a bored Ainosuke was dangerous - in more than one way. “Yes.”
Ainosuke’s eyes gleamed as he raised a silk necktie - one Tadashi was certain had not been there a moment ago. “You’ve been too stiff around me lately. Too restrained.” He leaned forward, lips curling. “And I think it’s time I loosen you up.” Tadashi swallowed. Hard. Oh no.
But he nodded and let Ainosuke guide him to the bed, before he was pushed on it while his wrists were pulled up above his head. The tie tightened around them with a practiced tug - not painful, just restrictive and embarrassingly enough, Tadashi let out the faintest, most involuntary sound of anticipation when Ainosuke secured them at the bedframe.
The bluenette noticed, of course. He always noticed. “Oh? Agreeable today, aren’t we?” he murmured. “It’s… simply to humor you,” Tadashi said, though the slight pink on his cheeks made the defense weak at best. Ainosuke only hummed, thoroughly pleased, and pointed toward the small wooden stocks placed at the foot of the bed.
How could he have overlooked them? “Feet, Tadashi. In. Now!” A tiny sigh escaped him - half reluctant, half resigned - but he obeyed, sliding his ankles into place. Ainosuke locked the stocks gently, as if sealing something he’d been waiting to do for far too long.
“There,” Ainosuke said brightly, eying his handiwork. “Perfect. Now, shall we begin?” he said, sounding as if locking your assistant’s feet in some stocks was the most normal thing in the world. Well, considering his past actions, something like this wasn't surprising anymore. Ainosuke Shindo wasn't someone you would call "normal" anyways.
He sauntered to the end of the bed and settled himself comfortably, crossing one knee over the other in a way that made everything feel much more intentional and intimate than Tadashi knew how to handle. Ainosuke peeked down at Tadashi’s feet, still neatly tucked into his polished dress shoes. “Let’s free these, shall we?” he said, drawing out each word.
His fingers slid onto the laces, tugging slowly - too slowly. Tadashi tensed. Ainosuke immediately grinned. “Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what’s coming~” “I’m fully aware,” he muttered with painful honesty. Ainosuke laughed softly, wickedly. “Good.”
He loosened one lace at an agonizing pace, pulling the bow apart and tugging the string through each eyelet with exaggerated patience. Tadashi felt every subtle shift, every brush of fingertips too close to his ankle. A sweat drop ran down his forehead, the anticipation was driving him crazy.
Shoes that normally slipped off with a firm tug took Ainosuke minutes as he rocked them side to side, heel to toe, savoring Tadashi’s rising tension. And when he finally slid the first shoe off, Tadashi’s toes curled inside his thin socks, his breath held tight. “Oh?” Ainosuke said with delighted surprise. “Already reacting? How adorable.”
The second shoe came off just as slowly, all while Ainosuke was eying the other like a lion watching its prey, his eyes perceiving each eye flicker, each nervous twitch the other made. Tadashi exhaled in one sharp puff the moment the cool air touched both socked feet.
His breath hitched when he experimentally dragged his fingers over his soles, wiggling them playfully. “Hnnghg!” Tadashi regretted the second the sound left his mouth - as if his master already didn’t know of it. The blue-haired smirked. That reaction was all he needed.
“Now then…” Ainosuke mused, reaching into a small tray he’d clearly prepared beforehand - because of course he had - “…let’s make this interesting.” A bottle of scented oil glimmered in his hand. “Mr. Ainosuke-” Tadashi started, voice tightening. “Yes?” Ainosuke chimed, already drizzling a bit onto his palms. “Something to say before we proceed?”
“It’s unnecessary,” Tadashi said quickly, too quickly. Ainosuke leaned down so their eyes met, smirking. “That’s why it’s fun.” For one at least, Tadashi thought, but didn’t dare to speak it out loud. He knew Ainosuke too well for that. And then his hands slid over Tadashi’s socked soles.
The touch made Tadashi jerk automatically, inhaling sharply through clenched teeth as the oil dampened the fabric and Ainosuke’s thumbs pressed through it. “Mr. AiHin- AHinos- hng!” “Already?” Ainosuke teased, fingers tracing deliberate circles through the thin material. “I’ve barely touched you.” Tadashi tried very hard to maintain composure.
It lasted about three seconds. “A-Ah-! WahHAH! Mr. AiHihinosukeHehehe!” “Much better,” Ainosuke praised. He peeled the first sock down slowly, the fabric dragging along Tadashi’s sensitive arch in a way that made his voice catch in the back of his throat. The second sock followed, each inch of exposed skin making Tadashi’s breath shorter.
And when both socks dropped onto the sheets, Ainosuke exhaled dramatically. “What a sight. You really do have lovely feet, Tadashi.” Tadashi’s ears burned. “Please- get on with it.” “Oh, I will~” Ainosuke’s fingers descended with no hesitation. The first touch made Tadashi jolt so hard he almost pulled his arms free. “AHAHA! NoHoho! W-WAIT!”
Ainosuke laughed under his breath, stroking up his arch with one fingertip. “You’re unbelievably sensitive.” “AHAHAHA! I- IHihi caHAhahan’t!” “Oh, but you can,” Ainosuke said warmly, wiggling his fingers across the base of Tadashi’s toes, “and you will.” Tadashi thrashed, laughter bursting out of him helplessly.
Every brush of his fingers, every teasing swipe, turned his orderly composure into complete disarray. “Trying to apologize earlier?” Ainosuke asked, voice purring while he scribbled a pattern across Tadashi’s sole. “I- AHAHA! I’M SOHOHO- SORRY!” “For what?” Ainosuke grinned. “Existing? Breathing near me? Being adorable when tickled?” That was hell.
“STAHAHAHP IHIHIT!” “No.” Ainosuke reached for a soft hairbrush, holding it up like a magician revealing his favorite trick. “Let’s see how you handle this.” “N-No AinosuHuke, coHome on!” The brush swept down his sole. Tadashi screamed with laughter. “AH! HAHAHAAHAHAH! GOD- PLEASE!” Ainosuke beamed. “Beautiful reaction. Truly.”
He alternated between fingers and brush, sometimes skimming lightly under Tadashi’s toes, sometimes dragging deliberately slow strokes that made the other’s laugh break into high-pitched hiccups. “Tell me,” Ainosuke chimed over Tadashi’s breathless cackling, “do you actually hate this?”
Tadashi tried to inhale, tried to respond, tried to do anything other than laugh - but each attempt dissolved into another frantic burst of sound. “NNOOOHOHO!” he finally choked out. Ainosuke’s smile softened with victory. “Exactly what I thought.” He set the brush aside and reached for a pair of grooming gloves covered in soft, flexible nubs.
“Tadashi,” he said with bright, dangerous cheer, sliding them on one finger at a time, “the evening is far from over.” “N-N-NOHO! WAHAHIT!” Too late. Both gloved hands pressed to his soles. Tadashi arched off the bed, laughter exploding from deep in his chest.
The gloves wiggled beneath his toes, slipped between them, glided over the now-oiled skin with unbearable sensitivity. “AH! AHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO MOHOORE!” “Oh, listen to you,” Ainosuke chuckled, fully delighted, “you’re absolutely losing your mind. Wonderful.”
Tadashi tugged at the restraints, twisting, shaking, growing red-faced and breathless. Every time he tried to form a coherent plea, the gloves found another spot that sent him spiraling into helpless laughter again. “Tadaaaashi,” Ainosuke teased, dragging a single gloved finger slowly from the ball of his foot to his heel, “you really should relax. Enjoy your treatment.”
“CAHAHAHAN’T! BREHEHEATHE!” “Of course you can.” “Nohoho! A-AhaAHA!” Ainosuke leaned in, voice warm and low. “You trust me, don’t you?” Tadashi, trembling, gasping, laughing uncontrollably, somehow managed to nod. And Ainosuke’s expression softened - just a touch - before he resumed his assault with new enthusiasm.
For long, dizzy minutes, the brunette could do nothing but laugh until his voice cracked, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, and his feet flexed and curled and trembled under Ainosuke’s relentless hands. Finally, finally, Ainosuke slowed down. The gloves lifted.
Tadashi sank against the sheets, chest rising and falling rapidly, face flushed and damp with tears of laughter. Ainosuke brushed a piece of hair from Tadashi’s forehead, smiling smugly but fondly. “There now. Feeling… loosened up?” Tadashi wheezed, “Y-You… are… merciless…”
“Mm. And yet you stepped into the stocks of your own free will,” Ainosuke reminded him with a wink. Tadashi groaned, but even that sounded like a stifled laugh. Ainosuke leaned back, folding his arms. “Ready for round two then?” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Tadashi yelped, but Ainosuke just laughed. The evening was, indeed, far from being over.
AAAAAH!! Thank you so so much for this wonderful birthday gift!!
🥰💖✨🔥
And what a masterpiece you've written!! 🤩
I really enjoyed it!! Thanks for the food! 🤭✨🔥
I'm currently playing Echoes of Wisdom and I LOVE it so much!! 💖
Such a nice game with cute optics and finally a game with Zelda in the main role 💪🔥🥰
Long story short.. All those sticky spider webs, the angry dekus and the prison scenes made my mind go places 😂🤭😈✨
Since the look is way different from BOTW or TOTK I had to somewhat interpret the costume and character design to fit my style.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it 🤭✨
What is the tablet you use for drawing?? I love your draws!!
Thank you 💖
I am using an ancient Wacom Intuos 3 🤣🤣🤣💀
Those are so old they are not even sold anymore lol..
But I am a person who does not like to draw "on screen".
I don't find it comfortable and I hate when my own hand is getting in the way of seeing what I do. So I rather opt for a pure "input device" and look at my computer screen above.
Probably just preference, but I also work at this in my normal job ^^
Hello ❤️,I hope ur doing well. I just wanted to say I loved(still do)ur art style so so much. I also wanted to ask if ur interested in love games (like otome games like love and deepspace) or any other ,since I believe u definitely like anime too based on ur interests
Hello 🥰
Thank you so much 💖
I tried some of them when I was still in uni ^^
Which was many years ago.. 💀🤣🙈
I found them entertaining for a while but these days they are a bit too trope heavy and time consuming for me 😅
I'm more into action adventure and puzzle games 💖
Roflmao 🤣
What is it with people coming to the comments only to say something like ~ I wish there was XY ~ about a drawing that clearly features something different?!
What are they expecting me to answer? 😂😂
Somehow I keep revisiting anime from my youth lately 🤣🔥🙈
So many great characters that deserve some "attention" 😛🤭😈
Also this pose I've been wanting to try for a while now 🙃
Beware, cursy words ahead 🤣💢💥
Anyway, enjoy 🧁🔥
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Continuing with the Detective Conan theme 🤭🙃💖
I never thought I would be this obsessed again with this universe 🙈
But here I am trying to get up to date with the episodes so I can enjoy the simulcast coming to Crunchy Roll 😂👌
Anyway.. here's my favourite Shogi master in distress 🤭😈🔥
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If my art was as good as yours I would be the most insufferable mf on the planet lol… like I would be bragging about it all day everyday ong ✨👏👏
omg lol... 😂😅
Uh.. not sure how to answer this..
First of all thanks for the compliment.
But art, like any other skill, always involves a lot of hard work and
everyone walks the path of improvement at their own pace.
There's nothing wrong ofc with being proud of your achievements..
But imo the real beauty of sharing art is connecting with others and to lift them up and not trying to force attention to yourself.
Just my thoughts 🙃💖
hi, just wanted to tell you that i recently came across your nanbaka art and i was super happy seeing it!! i really love the series and i was overjoyed to see them in your style :) thank you for drawing them!!
Aaaah thank youuu!! 🤭💖✨
That makes me really happy as well!
Yeah.. I have a talent for picking niche fandoms 😂🙈
But it's always nice to know there are others who appreciate shows that are less known 💖💖
hi I’m not sure if you got this or not but I just wanted to say I really love your art style (best tickle artwork I’ve ever seen honestly) and like I just really love the way you draw Link when he’s being tickled in particular 💗🫶🏻 like the way you draw him is so cute and blushy especially with your zelink artwork so I just wanted to say! Have a good day ~ 💕
Aw thank you so much! 🥰
I'm really happy you like my style 😊✨
I remember that one! It was so much fun to draw 🤭
Kind of a Tickletober drawing 😂 Sort of 🙈🔥
Saw the prompt "Golden Retriever" on @vqler Tickletober list
Welp this one is not golden.. and whether he's a good boy is currently very much in question, but I thought it's a fantastic time to bring back some Tadaai Sk8 art again 🤭🥰💖😈🔥
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It's been a while since I shared something from my first blog 🙃😂
But after seeing PPY's marvellous Given art I just couldn't resist!
😫💖🙏
So here's a redraw of an artwork I first posted in 2019(!! I'm old lol)
and the fic that came with it 🥰
It's always a bit of an adventure to come back to stuff I wrote years ago, but I hope you will enjoy (re)reading it 🤭
Summary: Mafuyu keeps ignoring Ritsuka’s practice advice, but quickly learns that this isn’t the smartest idea 😅🙃
Wordcount: 2050
"Oi, what's this?" Ritsuka grumbled softly.
"Didn't I tell you to practice playing without looking at the fingerboard?" he added, a hint of annoyance finding its way into his voice.
"Un."
Ritsuka could feel his eyebrow twitch in irritation, as he got up from his favorite napping spot.
He was somewhat used to those sloppy responses by now, but Mafuyu still managed to hit a nerve every now and then.
Was he even listening?!
"If you know, then why aren't you doing it properly?" he tried to convey his complaint once more, tilting his head a little to look at the Redhead sitting next to him, absentmindedly strumming his guitar.
"Because I don't want to."
Boiling up internally Ritsuka tried his best not to snap at this careless, yet kind of sassy answer. Mafuyu was lucky indeed. If it wasn't for his cuteness, Ritsuka could have killed him right on the spot.
It was one of those days again.
As much as he enjoyed spending lunch break together with his new boyfriend, Ritsuka still hated these moments when he just couldn't get a handle on the guy.
He wasn't truly angry at him. But not being able to tell what Mafuyu was thinking, frustrated him deeply. He felt like a helpless idiot. Especially in situations like these, when he was just absolutely clueless if he was merely dealing with the singer's usual airhead mode, or something more serious.
He still didn't know a lot about Mafuyu's past. But as much as he wanted to learn more some day, Ritsuka was also a bit hesitant. The last thing he wanted to do, was tearing up old wounds, now that it seemed like Mafuyu was slowly starting to recover.
"Ne, Mafuyu... Don't you want to get better?" he mumbled, still lost in his own thoughts.
No answer.
"We have another live show coming up soon, you know..." the guitarist added, gently poking a finger against the smaller boy's side, attempting to get attention. But his try to start a proper conversation was answered by a flustered squeal instead.
"What was that?" Ritsuka asked, looking up in surprise to this unusual sound.
"N-nothing... " Mafuyu tried to evade his question by hastily picking up his tune again,
“I'm just trying to practice. So please stop distracting me, Uenoyama-kun.”
Quickly connecting the dots, Ritsuka had to snicker at the Redhead's adorable attempt to play clueless.
He clearly saw a slight blush rise on Mafuyu's cheeks as he shuffled a little closer to the smaller boy, even spotting a tiny little pout forming on the other's face.
Eager to test his theory, Ritsuka decided to gift Mafuyu another poke. A little bit more determined this time, highly pleased to see the Redhead's body twitch away from his fingers, paired with an almost silent gasp that escaped his mouth.
Mafuyu still didn't look at him.
On the contrary.
He tried his best pretending to be absorbed in his music, but Ritsuka couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore.
Carefully bringing his hand closer again, he began wiggling his fingers lightly against the smaller boy's defenseless side.
"Hyaah-! W-what are you d-doing?" Mafuyu whined in response to this unexpected sneaky ambush, quickly biting his lip to prevent himself from making any more suspicious noises.
"Well, since you're not listening, I'm forced to take more drastic measures to get your attention." Ritsuka answered with a sweetly innocent tone, as he let his other hand travel around the Redhead's back, "But feel free to keep ignoring me. If you can."
Sensing another finger gently prodding his other side as well, Mafuyu just couldn't bear up any longer, eventually giving in to the tingly feeling spreading through his upper body like a wildfire.
"Aha-! Waihihit! I cahan't play like thihis!" the young singer mewled, desperate to squirm away from those poking touches, but he wasn't very mobile, still holding the guitar in his hands, "I'm lohohosing my grip strehength!"
And right he was.
All efforts to produce anything that sounded like a decent chord were absolutely futile, as his fingers stopped cooperating.
Noticing that his playful tickle attack was a lot more effective than he had thought, Ritsuka swiftly reached out for the guitar, that was slowly slipping from Mafuyu's hold, as he was struggling not to break down laughing.
Placing it safely into the corner of the staircase, he gave the young singer a few precious seconds to catch his breath, before he turned back around, a dorky smirk spreading across his face.
His deer-like eyes widened in anticipation of what was coming for him, Mafuyu started to shake his head, while his hands were reaching out in a miserable attempt to keep his boyfriend at bay, but it was too late. Unfazed by the Redhead's clumsy outburst, Ritsuka quickly used this opening to his advantage, ten greedy fingers shooting forward to connect with Mafuyu's unprotected waist, tickling him for real this time.
The reaction was instant.
Accompanied by a most adorable squeak, Mafuyu just collapsed in Ritsuka's arms, tumbling over backward onto the landing of the staircase.
"Ahahahaha! Nohohofahahaihihir!"
Desperately squirming on the ground, his limbs flailing about, trying to fend off the taller boy's hands, that kept crawling all over his sides and stomach, Mafuyu's bright melodic laugh soon filled the entire hallway.
"No fair yourself." Ritsuka commented on the Redhead's complaint with a satisfied chuckle,
"That's what you get for ignoring my advice."
Eagerly working his way up a little further, he clawed his fingers into Mafuyu's ribs, admiring the smaller boy's cuteness to the fullest.
It was this exact same place where he had heard Mafuyu sing for the very first time. Ritsuka still treasured every single second of this precious memory. He had wondered many times what Mafuyu's laugh would sound like, after finally hearing him sing in all sincerity at their first live show. Yet it was beyond everything he had imagined.
Light. Unconstrained. Airy. Even a little bit girly.
It made his heart flutter with almost painful intensity.
Especially those cute childlike squeals he earned every time he discovered a new sensitive spot.
And there were a hell lot of them.
Mafuyu seemed to be ticklish just pretty much everywhere. So far, Ritsuka hadn't found a single inch on him that did not elicit a new stream of bubbly laughter under his touch.
Mafuyu was downright swamped with all those ticklish sensations flooding him so unexpectedly. He really did his best to shield himself against Ritsuka's relentless attack, but all in all, he didn't stand the slightest chance.
Try as he might, wishing for a little strength to fight back, his body would just turn to jello.
Like always.
Right...
It must have been a long time since he had last felt like this. Lying on the ground, utterly failing to curl up in defense. His face burning like fire, probably matching his light red hair by now. Losing control over his voice, laughing helplessly under his boyfriend's tickling hands. It must have been ages, indeed.
Feeling the first tiny tears forming in the corner of his eyes, Mafuyu was torn between bittersweet melancholy and the urge to crawl out of his skin. Even though he would probably soon go silly from all the tickling, he wasn't actually so sure if he truly wanted it to stop just yet.
He quickly changed his mind though, as he noticed how Ritsuka's fingers wiggled their way past his upper ribs, making first contact with his armpits, causing the young singer to let out a panicky shriek.
"Gyaaaaahahaha-! Nooohoho! Nohohot thehehere! Pleheahahase! Nohot under myhy ahahaharms!!"
"Pff... Why?" Ritsuka chuckled, confronted with this giggled shower of pleas, "Is it so bad here?"
"Yehehes! It's bahahad! Ihihit's suhuper bahahahad!!" Mafuyu whined through his laughter, shaking his head as his arms clamped tightly to his side.
Bad was a bold understatement, though.
Death spot was more like it.
Ritsuka soon realized the true dimension of Mafuyu's ticklish misery, as some more gentle scratching was enough to instantly kill those sweet melodic giggles, replacing them with unbridled hysterical screeching.
"NAAAAHAHAHA-!! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE-!!"
Being attacked in one of his uttermost sensitive spots, finally seemed to trigger at least some of Mafuyu's reflexes, as he started to squirm a little harder, his legs kicking out aimlessly. Still, it wasn't nearly enough to get him out of this delicate situation.
"Oh, wow!" Ritsuka snickered in surprise, "I think I'll have to officially declare you the most ticklish person I know."
"EYAHAHAHA-! NAHAHA-!!
NOHOHOT HEHELPIHIHIHINGAAAHAHA-!!" was the last whiny response he received for his mocking remark, before he witnessed Mafuyu quite literally drown in high-pitched laughter, unable to form anything that would pass as a coherent word.
Ritsuka could have relished this scene forever.
But he didn't fail to pick up a somewhat wheezy, even a little desperate undertone in Mafuyu's voice. Not to mention that he was actually worried by now that somebody might find them up here, as to anyone coming from the sports hall, it probably sounded like a puppy being brutally murdered.
Reluctantly he decided to withdraw his fingers from the smaller boy's deadly sensitive armpits, going back to scribble some more gentle tickles over the Redhead's ribs and sides.
Eagerly trying to catch his breath through the weak giggles that kept flowing from his mouth, Mafuyu reached out to grab Ritsuka's shirt.
It was useless. Even though his boyfriend had shown him a little mercy, all efforts to speak up were instantly swallowed again by uncontrollable ticklish laughter.
Noticing the singer's unsuccessful try to say something, Ritsuka stopped his fingers for a moment, resting them on Mafuyu's heaving ribcage.
"Ahahaha.. Plehease.. Ritsuka! Stahap!"
His eyes widening in disbelief of what he just heard, Ritsuka truly forgot for a tiny little flash what he was doing here. Two bright teary eyes meeting his perplexed gaze through some messy strands of red hair quickly brought him back to reality, though.
"D-did you just c-call me... Ritsuka?" he just blurted out, feeling his cheeks light up, internally screaming at his own embarrassing reaction, "Why? All of a sudden... "
"Your.. last name.." Mafuyu huffed out with a weary voice,
".. is too difficult.. to say.. when.. you keep tickling me.. so much.."
Not sure if his soul was still residing in his body at this very moment, Ritsuka needed a few seconds to process what was going on. It was just so unfair. Every time he was close to thinking he would eventually get used to Mafuyu's sudden outbursts of cuteness, he was slapped right in the face.
"Ne.. Is it ok.. If I call you Ritsuka?" Mafuyu added after some time, unsure if the guitarist had actually heard him or not.
Feeling Mafuyu's shaky hands slowly travel around his neck, pulling him down into a tired hug wasn't helping either. The world around him seemed to have stopped moving. All he could sense was the warmth of Mafuyu's body beneath him, the Redhead's heartbeat hammering against his chest, his wheezy breath brushing against his ear.
"'Course it is.." he replied, slowly returning from his own little universe,
"I've.. been calling you by your first name for quite a while now..."
"Un."
"Oi.. are you okay?" Ritsuka whispered hesitantly, seeing a little stream of tears glistening on Mayufu's cheek as he pushed himself off the ground a little. Carefully wiping it away, his fingers just began automatically caressing the Redheads face, gently brushing against the brightly flushed skin.
"Un. I think..." Mafuyu muttered in response, leaning into Ritsuka's touch like a purring kitten before their lips met for a somewhat clumsy but tender kiss.
They could have spent an eternity, just lying there, in the safety of their usual napping spot, if it wasn't for the piercing chime of the school bell, bluntly signaling the end of their lunch break, giving the two lovebirds an almost-heart-attack.
They had totally lost track of time.
"Oh, shit." Ritsuka mumbled as he tried to break away from Mafuyu's hug, only to be pulled back down immediately by the smaller boy mewling in discomfort.
"Hey, let go! We need to go back!" the guitarist protested against Mafuyu's stubborn attempt to keep him in place.
Helloooo I’m SO sorry if you’ve already answered this (just ignore it if you have)-
I’ve drawn a bit of tkl art but it never seems to be in the quality I want ;/ yours is always so crisp looking! I was wondering if you could share your dimensions?
Thank you so much in advance :D 😸
Hey there 🥰
First of all, thank you so much! 💖
I'm glad you like my art 🤭
I am not entirely sure what exactly you mean by "dimensions" 😅🙈
I'm guessing you mean it as in file dimensions?
In that case my canvas is usually rather big.
I draw on DIN A4 which is one of the most common print formats in Europe. (It's basically the size of our standard copy paper and it measures 210 x 297 millimetres)
Plus I always have my resolution set to 600 dpi. 300 dpi is the minimum requirement for a nice print in those exact measurements.
But out of habit from my usual work as an artist that is not tk related I use the double amount. That means I can scale up my work to even print as A3 (small poster format that measures 297 × 420 mm) without loosing any quality, because even after scaling the effective dpi is still enough.
So my file is 4961 x 7016 pixels in original format.
To give you a feel for what that means in terms of what you see when I upload. Whenever I render my art for Tumblr I save it with about 20% of it's original size (which is roughly 990 ~ 1400 pixel).
I'm not sure what's the best way to showcase this, but I'll try anyway.
I will show you a side by side comparison between the 20% size render for web posts vs. my original file size.
Left is web (20%) Right is original (100%)
Again another example.
The upper one is 20% and the lower one is 100%.
As you might have probably guessed, the 100% files are also quite big in terms of saving space they need 🙈🙈
Rendered 100% size often spans between 10 and 30 MB per file.
So yeah.. you might need a bit of storage if you plan to try these kind of file measurements for yourself.
(Although that is also with 100% JPG render quality. You can easily cut the size in half by using ~90-95% render quality on export and no one will truly notice anything on web. But since I am a person who usually prints her normal art I just prefer maximum quality 🙃😉✨)
Don't even get me started on open file format sizes like .clip or .psd
Those reach 100-300MB lol
So I guess part of what makes it look "crisp" is that I just draw on a really big canvas and I like to zoom in a lot to make sure I see all the little details while drawing. You can easily catch me going back and forth between full view of my canvas to 150 or even 200% zoom.
I also like to use a very sharp pen for line art.
So yeah.. that's all I could think of in terms of "dimensions" 😂🙈
I hope I answered your question in a way that helps you figure out your own art better 🥰
Just in case I'll link other art related asks I answered before if anyone wants to have a look.
Timelapse video | References pose | References hands | general
And there goes another wall of text lol 🤣🔥
Anyway, have a wonderful day 🧁💖
