Ticklish Cosmic Horror

Eldritch -- Genderfluid -- They/He/She -- Bi -- 22 -- Indecisive Switch -- 18+ MINORS DNI

[eldritchtickles]

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[brendanjharkin]

Bloody Sunday March for Justice 2024

Derry, Northern Ireland

[dhovorei-remake-deactivated2022]

batman villains are funny bc they all end up in arkham over and over so its just like

killer croc, painting a beautiful and sensitive portrait representing his inner turmoil: i had no idea (insert plant) was an invasive species in gotham

poison ivy, painting a photorealistic fern: they are! they’re so widespread that its almost impossible to contain, and it really hurts my heart

joker trying so fucking hard not to call them homophobic slurs because the therapist told him he’d get extra joker mush if he behaved for once in his fucking life:

[dhovorei-remake-deactivated2022]

at this point the toxic waste he fell into fucked him up so bad he wont eat anything that hasnt been mashed up and irradiated so the arkham doctors just throw random shit in a pot and mash it up for him. he loves it

[the-joker-hates-sjws]

If I want the mush I’ll just get the mush. Arkham is the world’s first prison constructed entirely out of Kleenex

[dhovorei-remake-deactivated2022]

this is the only funny comment anyone has ever made on this post. including my comment

[eldritchtickles]

HEHE CONGRATS ON RECOGNIZING THE CHARACTERS!!!!! i wasn't expecting anyone else in this community to know guys from t.he q.uarry dfjgnfg since the fandom is already pretty small nowadays, but regardless, it was a nice surprise and nice to see in my notifs! hope you have a great day :D

I'd recognise those bitches ANYWHERE. I love Supermassive Games, their characters are always so memorable. I was big in the Until Dawn fandom when the game released, so I understandably loved The Quarry! Planning to do a new playthrough soon!

Your art is adorable and I absolutely love your take on Emma as a useless tickle monster who gets it turned against her lmao. I'll def be keeping an eye on your stuff cause its so good!!

[yurimomentss]

hey google how to get over feeling lik ecringe

[otomiya-tickles]

I love these so!!! muuuch!!! omgg 😍😍😍

[thebest-medicine]

so I really want to write a critickle role fic 😉 in which Molly and Jester do this to Caleb… I’ve always been a big fan of games and silliness

[[link to tk clip with two lers getting a very pinned and very vulnerable lee… so I’m thinking like jester and molly sitting on his thighs and on his arms over his head respectively and tickling the snot out of the poor wizard…and challenging him to not laugh for 30 seconds at a time while they make that pretty much impossible for him]]

[toastbutteregg]

[sonnetscrewdriver]

so if I'm getting this right, not only did Elon Musk just essentially publically admit that he fired a guy from Twitter because the guy has muscular dystrophy, but said guy was literally on a Do Not Fire list because he'd sold his company to twitter, took it as wages so he'd pay higher taxes to give back to his home country's welfare state, AND his contract stated that twitter would need to pay him millions of dollars if he was ever terminated?

we've passed beyond absolute scenes. we're in the realm of Ultimate Scenes.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

[siphersaysstuff]

And he is backpedaling like CRAZY because you know his lawyers are screaming in his face about everything he just opened himself up to

That last bit is REALLY FUNNY because this all popped off because Musk didn't communicate with this guy at all until Halli was forced to tweet at him about it.

Musk truly is the stupidest motherfucker in the planet.

[madseance]

🔥💀🔥

[snortlaughs]

[writing my fav character] heheheh… very ticklish of course…….. hehehhehe….. (strokes imaginary goatee like a cartoon villain) hehehe….. snorts and wheezes when they laugh…… hehehehehehhe……… likes being tickled……. hehehehehheheheheheeeee……. (laughs maniacally)

[tickle-bugs]

Ooooh ok yes I'm SO SO GLAD you love these two gorls as much as me!! As for a line of dialogue, I think it'd be real cute with Fearne like "can you *feel* me getting tickled?" to Imogen after she's gotten wrecked a bit!!

this is one of my favorite prompts I've ever recieved. hope i did it justice!!!

Imogen prides herself on control. She maintains her walls well, builds them higher when needed, and knows precisely when the risk of lowering her guard is worth it. But recently…lowering her guard has been nice. Not advisable or conducive to focus, but nice. Like the smell of a nice candle or the feel of a soft blanket, the distinct impressions of her friends’ minds are always hovering near. 

“Imogen!” Her name has a mental sound with each of them. Laudna’s is a musical trill, like a bird. Ashton’s is rough but warm, with some semblance of a rumble. Orym is a breeze. Fearne is…well. Fearne is a lot of things, but right now she’s giggling. It’s a sweet, intoxicating sound, one that swirls through Imogen’s brain like watercolors. 

“S-Save me!” Fearne squeals, curling reflexively and melting into her bedroll. Ashton isn’t letting her escape, it seems, intent on punishing her for something or other. She’s got something curled tight in her hands, but a cursory scan of her mind reveals only chaos. 

Ashton and tickling weren’t words Imogen would have put anywhere near each other before recently, but they’ve proven to be quite the menace when they want to be.

“It looks like you’ve got that handled, Fearne,” Imogen snickers, turning back to her book. After a few more seconds, Ashton lets up. Fearne clops over, taking out the good reading light with her shadow. 

“Imogen?” Fearne tilts her head. “Would you try something with me?”

“Uhm, depends on what we’re talkin’ about?” Imogen looks up.

“Just an experiment involving your--” Fearne waves her hands around her head and makes a ‘woo-woo’ sound. Imogen stifles a snort. 

“If you tell me what we’re doin’, then sure. We’ve got a bit of time to kill.” Imogen shuts her book and stows it with the rest of her belongings. 

“Oooh, that’s the thing. It will be so much more fun if it’s a surprise.” Fearne rocks on her hooves, her dress swaying around her. Imogen bites her lip. She trusts Fearne. She doesn’t, but she does. Fearne would lay down her life for her, as would any of them, but Fearne would also nick things she shouldn’t from any open pockets. 

Fearne suddenly drops to sit next to Imogen, her dress poofing up around her. A circle of small wildflowers blooms around her. 

“I would never lead you astray,” Fearne says seriously, taking Imogen’s hand in her own. “Not on purpose.”

Imogen regards her for a while, considers the low hum of others’ thoughts in her mind. Today’s a good day. Not much internal noise, just the noise she’s come to grow used to. It would be nice to preserve that--quiet is a rare privilege, after all. But Fearne is…very persuasive in her suggestive leaning and fluttering lashes. 

“Fine. But only for a couple minutes.” Imogen sighs, closing her eyes. Fearne’s mind bubbles up against her own, jubilant and warm. Imogen presses further and they both shiver. Like a hook catching, they link, and thoughts pass from Fearne to Imogen easy as a sigh. Not the other way around, those walls rarely come down, but this…this will do. Enough to entertain a Fey. 

Fearne beams.

“Of course. Juuust a couple of minutes.” Fearne pats Imogen’s hand. Mischief flares off of Fearne, circling the two of them. Imogen’s lips twitch in amusement. 

“I can feel you scheming.” Imogen quirks an eyebrow. Fearne heaves a great big offended sigh, but love floods between them like sunbeams. 

“I’ve never done anything wrong in my life,” Fearne hums, taking out a red coin purse and rifling through it. Imogen furrows her brow. Fearne’s coin purse is a velvety green, not red--

“Where the fuck is my--Fearne!” Ashton’s voice carries easily and so does their fondness. Fearne giggles and winks conspiratorially at Imogen before hiding the coin purse among her things. By the time Ashton stomps over, Fearne’s reclined against the flowers like the subject of a romantic painting. 

“You’re somethin’ else, y’know that? Where’s my fuckin’ gold?” Ashton puts their hands on their hips. 

“I dunno, where’d you leave it?” Fearne blinks at them innocently. They stare at each other intently. Fearne’s poker face is excellent, but her mind is doing grabby hands at Ashton. Imogen bites her lip to hide her smile. 

Ashton unceremoniously drops into Fearne’s lap and starts tickling anywhere he can reach. Fearne squeals, a great resounding yes! Ricocheting through her mind and into Imogen’s. Fearne dissolves into airy giggles, grabbing at everything in reach except Ashton. 

“C-Can you--Ahashton, wait--can you feel me getting tickled, Imogen?”

Imogen’s a little more focused on trying not to explode. She’s curled into herself as far as she can, eyes winched shut with effort. The more she thinks about the crawling little sparks bursting all across her torso, the more she feels the warm, solid weight of Ashton’s hands where they shouldn’t be. She tries not to think about it, but Fearne’s thoughts only seem to get louder. 

“Well, that’s interesting.” Ashton grins, pinching experimentally at Fearne’s side. Imogen jolts with a squeak. She glares at Ashton. They grin back.

“Alright, Fearne. You’ve had your fun--” Imogen huffs, starting to reel her mind back in. 

Ticklish starbursts flare along Imogen’s sides and she crumples. It’s not even--she’s not that ticklish, not really, but if Fearne thinks it tickles, then it becomes her reality. Fearne’s so tactile, too. Most of her thoughts are a jumbled mess, but she’s incredibly hyperfixated on sensation. When Ashton pokes or scribbles just so, it echoes through Fearne’s mind in a silly little feedback loop, even after he’s stopped. 

Imogen has half a mind to accuse Fearne of thinking this way on purpose, making it worse like the sneaky Fey she is, but a garbled stream of ‘please’ and ‘tickles’ immediately disprove that theory. Soon, it’s hard to determine whose thoughts are whose amid the tumbling giddy panic from both of them. 

Imogen has a terrifying realization about the power Fearne could wield with merely her thoughts. She thanks her lucky stars that this connection doesn’t go both ways.

Ashton’s hands get under Fearne’s arms and Imogen shouts, her laughter finally breaking free of her control. She flops around in the grass and downright cackles, clamping her arms tightly to her sides.  She can feel the solid weight of their hands playing with her top rib. The gentle grating of sun-warm stone is absolutely insufferable.

“You okay over there, Blue?”

Oh, fuck them. She’s not even blue anymore.

“I know you’re not blue, dumbass.” Ashton chuckles, then their gaze snaps down to the Fey attempting to squirm away. “Stop moving.” 

Imogen feels Fearne go breathless. And smirk.

“Fearne, don’t you dare!” Imogen shouts at her, clutching an arm to her torso. Fearne turns towards her, her hair cascading in pretty waves, and winks. 

“Make me.” Fearne crosses her arms behind her head. Ashton smirks. They hover their fingers just above Fearne’s armpits, making her shiver with anticipatory giggles she doesn’t bother to hide. 

Imogen catches the quiet mental ‘gotcha’ just a bit too late.

Ashton grips Fearne’s thigh and starts squeezing into the muscle. Fearne and Imogen shriek at equal volume, sending birds scattering out of the trees a little ways away. Fearne jackknifes into Ashton and wiggles from side to side, curled into their shoulder. Imogen drums her fists and heels into the ground. She’s already ticklish there, she doesn’t need help being ticklish there--

“Aw, fuck. Don’t die over there.” Ashton laughs, switching to doing this infuriating little pinchy thing all along Fearne’s stomach. Imogen screeches in harmony with Fearne. Apparently Fearne really likes this, despite the frantic little zings of ‘bad spot’ zipping through her mind, because she keeps thinking about it. Even as it happens. Imogen tries to get her bearings enough to communicate with Ashton, or maybe just beg for her life, but everything’s a bit staticky.

Tickles! Is what she manages in their general direction, wheezing up a storm. Through blurry eyes, she sees Ashton physically double over for a second. She mourns not hearing their laugh, but the little indignant huff sent mentally her way is more than enough. 

“You’re contagious. Good to know.” Ashton narrows his eyes in Imogen’s direction, tickling up Fearne’s sides instead. Imogen would heave a sigh of relief, but she can hardly breathe for laughing.

“Aww. You should laugh more.” Fearne’s voice drifts through Imogen’s brain. If she could remember which way was up, she’d point an accusatory finger. She instead settles for hurling a flustered mass of feeling back towards Fearne. Ashton pinches right at the curve of her waist and Imogen, regrettably, snorts.

“A-Ashton, do that again!” Fearne giggles brightly. 

“You are in no position to be making demands.” Yet they do as they’re told, mysteriously, hooking their fingers right into where Fearne is soft and solid. Another snort tumbles out of Imogen, then another. She can feel Fearne’s amusement lingering around the corners of her brain, like a child eavesdropping on an adjacent room.

“Cute.” Like a kiss to the forehead, it blooms in her mind. Imogen’s face burns. 

Imogen feels Laudna before she sees her, as always, her presence clear among the fuzzy collision of minds. She blinks her big eyes down at Imogen before collapsing into the grass like a puppet free of strings. 

“Imogen? Oh--” She scoops Imogen’s head into her lap. Imogen turns towards Laudna’s stomach to hide, but she tuts and turns her back. 

“I never knew you were this ticklish.” Laudna turns her head a little too far to the side to observe. Imogen makes a high-pitched noise and waves her hands around. Laudna grins and pokes her, just once. 

“I’m nohot!” Imogen buries her face in her hands again. Fearne giggles as if her life depends on it, but she does it in her head too. It would be exceptionally adorable if Imogen wasn’t wracked with those very same giggles, intent on dissolving into the earth.

“Imogen.” Laudna says her name like a prayer. “Look.”

Imogen peeks through her fingers. Around her, stones and leaves and flower petals float in lazy patterns. When she shivers her way through another laugh, so do they. She hides again with a squeak. 

“You really are incredible.” Laudna beams. Imogen whines and curls up more. Laudna laughs at her, carding spindly fingers through her hair. Hiccups start to pepper her laughter as she finds her limit. 

As Laudna holds her, Imogen finds herself once again. The walls come back up. Looking over at Fearne, though, still giggling in the grass, her heart flutters. Orym’s looming over her with more mischief than Imogen’s ever really seen from him. Without even meaning to she feels the giddy flare of playfulness that rockets off of Fearne.

“Did you have fun?” Laudna curls a lock of Imogen’s hair around her finger. Imogen squints up at her. She’s tired in her bones, in her brain, but she’s buzzing. It’s nice. 

“Yeah. I think I did.” Imogen grins, reaching up to tweak Laudna’s nose. Laudna skitters her fingers under the straps of her utility holster, hooking ever-so-gently into her stomach, and Imogen snickers. 

“T-These guys are rubbing off on you,” Imogen chides. Her nose scrunches as she giggles, fighting the urge to once again hide in her hands. Her entire being shivers, but she doesn’t resist.  

“They are. But I could say the same for you.” Laudna brushes her hand against Imogen’s cheek with a smile. Imogen allows herself to come apart at the seams in Laudna’s loving hands.

[vethbrenatto]

i know I’ve been out of the c3 for a minute but I’m reestablishing that I think fearne and ashton should kiss. and Fearne and chetney should kiss. And Ashton and chetney should kiss. This has been a PSA thank u

[happyandticklish]

Headcannon that people in Night Vale can turn their ticklishness on and off like a switch. It’s a choice, not a weakness. Some choose to keep it on for the bonding, humanizing experience of it, and others switch it off as fast as they can. Cecil is one of the few that alternates it constantly, turning it off and on depending on his wildly swinging moods. 

However, Carlos isn’t from Night Vale and obviously doesn’t share in this ability. So imagine the first time Cecil discovers that Carlos is ticklish and Carlos is thrashing and begging for even an ounce of mercy as Cecil stares on incredulous, like, just turn it off?? If you don’t like it?? And Carlos thinks he’s making fun of him and is all flustered and annoyed at the same time while giggling out that of course he can’t turn it off. Which makes Cecil stop to take stock of this crazy thing Carlos has just said, and Carlos is forced to awkwardly explain how normal tickling works. 

Meanwhile, Cecil finds it to be the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed, because what kind of person is that susceptible to tickling that they can’t even turn it off? Carlos is Mortified TM, but if he’s being honest there’s a tiny part of him that enjoys Cecil fawning over him. 

Cecil constantly forgets too, so he’ll bring up the subject of turning it off every time they have a tickle fight, and Carlos gives him the Look before Cecil’s eyes go wide in realization once more. 

“Oh that’s right, you can’t! Which is a shame, because I have to admit, that looks like that tickles a lot–certainly more than I could handle.”

Carlos has attempted to tease him back with the knowledge that Cecil must like it then, if he keeps the ability on, but Cecil holds zero shame about it and will openly admit it to others. He’ll waltz into the room and straight-up tell Carlos it’s a ticklish day before calmly going about making breakfast, which ends up flustering Carlos far more than himself.

[overstimulatedsweetheart]

be honest. If I was a stuffie in a claw machine, would you try to win me??

[ssnicker-doodless]

commission of sage from x-men for @brushtickler! really really proud of how this one came out :D

★[commission info]★[ko-fi]★

[bigdumbtickler03]

Cutest tickle spots:

Ears

Tummy

Neck

Arms (especially the underside. Not the armpits but the area above the armpits)

Palms

Back

Under the chin

[anothertickleblog]

Want to cuddle with someone, hold them close, let them know they're safe with me just by my embrace

I would listen to their breathing, watch their body rise and fall, pay attention to every little movement and sigh

And once they felt comfortable enough I would give them light traces, the gentlest of tickles so they melt and giggle into me

Stopping once it started to be too much, giving them a little kiss on the top of their lovely head and pull them in even tighter

[vampurrring]

What if I got weirder