This is a tickle blog! I'm just here casually lol! Mostly sfw, but I may venture into more mature topics, which I will make sure to tag appropriately! 🌹
I've been lurking in the tkl community for a while now, though this is the first time I've actually had my own blog dedicated to it! This is a side blog, so any interaction like likes/following will appear to be my main blog, @fanfic-thyme 🌹
I'm just here to vibe and talk about what makes me happy, plz be respectful, info below 🌹
~ Last updated: April 22 2026
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Currently into Twisted Wonderland, so most of the posts here will be about that lol
This blog will just be a casual hobby of mine. Might posts some fics or headcanons, stuff like that. Mostly reblogging other people's post tho lol
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Could you pls rate the Twst boys on 1-10 for who who’d u want as a Lee/Ler in a tk fight?
Hi anon! Do you mind clarifying this a bit 😅 I'm not sure if you mean in the context of a tk fight with the whole cast, or just character vs character, or even myself thrown in the mix? Thanks for the ask!
So guess who forgot to turn on asks before asking people to ask her questions 😭
Tumblr won't let me reply to your comment for some reason ("we could not complete your request at this time" man fuck off >:[) so I shall answer here :3
1. This is basic of me but. Riddle. LOOK HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE I'M LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO PUT HIM IN THE NUMBER ONE SPOT HES JUST TOO CUTE-
2. Ruggie. You can't just have a signature spell called "laugh with me" and expect me to be normal about it. Plus, hes a cheeky lil shit that deserves it 🙂↕️ (His ears are ticklish trust me he told me himself)
3. Sebek. Idk how else to describe it other than he deserves it, he just does. I believe he deserves to relax a little, and I also believe that he doesnt believe that, sooo
4. Rollo. Bit of a curve ball here as ive seen very little content with him (makes sense, hes an event boy with little screen time to his name, so not much to work with) but I absolutely adore him (especially the ramshackle au if you know what that is)! Snooty French boy who thinks hes above such childish nonsense should be knocked down a peg (and allow himself to have fun every once in a while lol)
5. Idia. I've heard word of him having either a tkl blog himself or a tkl fetish as a joke before, but I do somewhat agree in the sense that I think his touch starved ass would enjoy being tickled 🙂↕️
Thank you for the ask!! This was harder to think of than I thought it would be lol
In my defense, its been so long since I actually posted here that it felt awkward, so I avoided it, THEN it kept getting longer since so that made it WORSE 😭
BUT NO LONGER! I SHALL USE THIS BLOG AS GOD INTENDED!
"Sakura you really should smile more, and your laugh is so contagious, say Nirei, try his top rip. I have a feeling it will have a good reaction ^^"-Suo
(Final commission 7/7 for @wertzunge ✨️)
Max, thank you so much for your patience through out this big order that took so long, I hope you enjoy your piece with the bonus of colors (which is rare from me, but ive gotten better! So i will share some of my favorite details bellow the cut 🫰
Nireis hair and freckles
Nireis bandaids (from sparring)
Suos earings
Sakuras blush and dual hair (bonus for eyes and brows)✨️
guess who just found out she can't send asks from a sideblog
anyway
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florid.
HI im normal i can be trusted to look at them and not explode
ok first off i think riddle's laugh is super light and bubbly and like. childish. he squeaks a lot and he struggles to talk bc all his words just end up as jumbled sounds. floyd thinks it's the best thing ever and despite his attention span would be content to tickle riddle for hours just to hear it
floyd's laugh is a bit. crazier. we've all heard it it sounds kinda insane and i think his being-tickled-laugh is even more all over the place. he definitely snorts. riddle finds it very very endearing and loves to hear it, but he can't ever tickle floyd for very long before floyd gets bored and pushes him off
riddle doesn't really like being tickled at first but he gets used to it over time, and he likes it even more after learning floyd is ticklish too which means he can get revenge. floyd doesn't mind being tickled at all as long as he's in the right mood, and he'll even lay down with his arms over his head just to make it easier
floyd loves giving riddle neck kisses and unfortunately for riddle it's usually very tickly. he blows raspberries there sometimes too just to be annoying and it drives riddle insane. riddle's preferred method of tickling is to squeeze floyd's knee/thigh any time they're sitting together. more than once this has led to cups of tea being spilled but it's okay
It's a dance between laughter and affection, a playful symphony that resonates deep within two people. In those moments, when giggles are combined with tender touches, it's not just a person's body that feels light and free, but the heart as well. There is some magic in the way laugher dances across your skin, igniting a spark of connection that whispers "I see you, I feel you, I adore everything about you". So, embrace the joy of tickling as a sweet reminder that laughter can be combined with love in the most special of ways.
Distance is a State of Mind || Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic ||
A/N: i accidentally got carried away and made this a whole fic instead of a ficlet. oopsie daisy.
Summary: Pentious invents AngelSkype and nothing else happens
Word count: 2,113
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Cherri couldn't see very much from her end of the call, just a view of a ceiling and a sliver of Pentious's hood.
"-this blasted thing. Just gotta reroute the... activate the..."
"Uhhh Pentious? Can you hear me?"
He looked around wildly for a moment, stupidly, as if Cherri could be standing right next to him. He seemed to realize she was speaking from the tablet and suddenly all Cherri could see on her end were two ginormous glossy eyes. "Wha-oh. Oh! Miss Bomb! Hello! Can you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I can hear you-"
"Can you hear me?!" Pentious shrieked, peaking the microphone unpleasantly.
"Yes! Pentious, I can hear you. Stop shouting."
His hood shrunk a little as he blushed. "Right. Sorry about that. I've been having trouble getting this thing working all morning."
"How have you-"
"So how have you-"
Cherri gave him a nod. "You first."
"No no, you first, please."
"How have you been? It's been a couple weeks since... you know, the whole Heaven-Hell war bullshit. Things settle down up there yet?"
"Oh, yes, Heaven is quite alright. There is some lingering concern about the whole mass extinction threat, but that means more souls participating in Group Therapy. More company for me, haha.
"How are things down there? Is Hell still pissssed at Heaven?"
Cherri considered her answer. "I don't think so, no. A lot of people are still just really shaken up about Vox's superweapon. There have been a lot of mourning families visiting the hotel to pay their respects to all those who died that day. But I guess scared is better than angry- Oh my gosh wait! You'll never believe this! There's more sinners here at the hotel than ever before! 'Parently you caused quite a stir when you made that big speech to all of Hell."
Pentious smirked. "What can I say, I am quite the inspiration."
You sure as hell are, Cherri thought to herself.
"Are you-"
"How are you-"
Cherri barked a laugh.
Pentious rolled his eyes and smiled bashfully. "Oh dear..."
Cherri continued to laugh, a little sweeter and sappier than she meant for it to sound. It sickened her how this buffoon made her act.
Pentious seized that moment to get a word in. "How are you doing, Cherri?"
Her breathing evened out, and she replied. "Better now that you invented a way for us to talk. It's... It's boring as fuck down here without someone to pummel. It's not the same without you here..."
She noticed then, from his silence, that Pentious was concerned.
She tried lightening the mood. "But hey, I'm alright, all things considered. The hotel's not actually that bad. Comfy rooms, nice people; I can see why you liked it here. Don't worry about your egg down here, by the way, we've all been keeping-"
"My WHAT?! Are you- Are you saying one of my egg boys survived?"
"Oh yeah! He's safe and sound. Misses you though."
"AAAUGHHH!" Pentious wailed with joy. At least it looked like joy.
She thought they would get at least fifteen minutes in before he started crying.
Pentious sniffled. "Oh- Do tell my little egg that I love him! And that I miss him!"
"I will, I promise."
That seemed to calm Pentious down. He sighed.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I want so terribly to come down there and see all of you. The Seraphims are worried that me wandering around down there will cause a disturbance, but I don't even care. Seeing you face-to-face, Cherri, would be worth any risk."
Her heart panged in sadness. She wanted him here too. Along with the pang also came a not-unpleasant flutter. Pentious had gotten braver in his affections since ascending, and Cherri still wasn't quite used to it.
"I know. I miss you too. But it'll happen one of these days, you'll see. Maybe you'll pop down here for a spell and visit me, maybe I'll grow a pair of fucking wings and join you up there in Heaven, I don't know, but it'll happen."
She could practically see the bravado return in Pentious. "That it will, Miss Bomb, that it will."
A squeal rang through the call and Cherri winced at the tone.
She watched as Pentious look to someone at his right as she made out a small voice on the other end.
"-you get it working? Is that Cherri?"
That sounded like Emily. No one else in the universe could rival Charlie's spirited demeanor to such an extent.
The angel's face popped into view.
"Oh my gosh hiiii! It's so good to see your face again! I'm glad Pentious got this thing working! He's been raving about you nonstop, I'm glad you two are talking!"
Even from her small screen, Cherri could see Pentious blush.
"'Nonstop' is a bit exaggerated, don't you think?" He mumbled.
Emily kept on, losing herself in her eagerness. "He'd go on and on about how much he missed you and how worried he was about you, and then he'd get all sad and then we'd need to tickle him to make him smile again, not that we mind but-"
"Okay! Thank you, Miss Emily, that's enough! I think we'll be taking this conversation to the roof, ta-ta!" Pentious fumbled over his words, trying to talk over the angel before she could do any more damage.
Cherri watched the camera wobble as Pentious picked up his tablet and flew off with it.
Emily's still-cheerful voice became but a hum in the background.
"Oh okay byyyee!"
The camera was then stationary again as he repositioned himself on the roof.
"Sorry about that. She just gets so excited, you know." His face was unusually flushed and Cherri could make out beads of sweat falling down his forehead.
It was plain to see he was embarrassed. About which part of Emily's rant, she wasn't sure. Was it the fact that he talked about her to others, the fact that he got lonely without her, or that he apparently could be cheered up by getting tickled?
The idea was so precious, it was nauseating. Like taking that first bite of a cupcake that's only icing.
She could imagine him sulking around enough until Emily and whoever else she was referring to had no other choice but to scratch and poke at his sides and get him laughing.
Her stomach prickled at such a thought.
"She seems sweet. Good to know you've got someone up there looking after you."
"She really has been a tremendous help, yes."
"I mean, since none of us are there to tickle you better, at least she is."
"Ohhhkay, there it is." Pentious pinched the bridge of his nose with his pointer and middle finger.
"So like do you have to ask her to do that or does she just do it for you?"
Cherri knew how much she was bothering him. It was the only thing about this whole situation that felt familiar.
Pentious scowled. "I will have you know that she does so of her own volition, and that I, make no effort to ask her for it. She takes it upon herself and I don't protest."
"Because it makes you happy."
"Cherri."
Cherri laughed. "What? It's cute! I'd be up there tickling you right now if I could."
She had never seen anyone look more like a deer in the headlights as much as Pentious did in that moment. His jaw hung dumbly while he stared at her, eyes frighteningly wide.
He tried to say something then, only whatever it was died in his throat as he let out a... like a choked-squeak sound. He cleared his throat.
"Don't tease me, Miss Bomb..."
And that was the starting gun. An old switch flipped in her head and now she wasn't his friend, or his teammate, or his special someone. She was his nemesis.
"I mean it! I'd walk right up there, sit you down, and give your sides a good squeeze. You are ticklish there, yeah? Most people are, but then you're not most people."
Pentious didn't seem to have anything to say.
Cherri continued. "And then you'd start laughing, and then I'd go what's so funny, and then right as you'd go to say something I'd squeeze them again harder."
The corners of Pentious's lips turned upwards just a little. He looked like he was straining himself to not smile, but it wasn't working as well as he hoped. He shook his head a little, almost to himself, as if that could erase the flustering image in his head like an Etch-N-Sketch.
"I'd walk my fingers up, up, up your belly, and then slooooowly slide them back down, and walk them back up again. I'd make it so bad that you wiggle around, and I'd let you, because I'd just get the tickles to follow you everywhere you went. You could struggle as much as you liked and it'd still tickle just as bad. And I'd remind you through all of it that you weren't stopping me."
"Sh-Shut up!" He whined with a slight giggle. He couldn't hold still anymore, shifting in his seat. His entire face was burning red at this point, from the top of his hood all the way down the length of his neck.
Cherri didn't know if she'd ever seen him this uncomfortable in all the years she's known him.
"And then you'd tell me to shut up, because you'd be embarrassed and because you'd think that's what you're supposed to say. But I'd know that you were having fun. And then I'd walk my fingers up your belly one more time, but then I'd keep going. Up, up, up to your neck, where I'd tickle and tickle and tickle all up and down your hood, burrowing my nails in there when you'd try to close it to keep me out."
Pentious couldn't even look at her anymore. He focused on some foreign object out of Cherri's sight, and squeezed his eyes tight with a titter. His shoulders bounced with what had to be more suppressed laughter, and he shrugged them up to meet his ears. It was as if he could already feel what she spoke of.
"I'd keep that up until you were laughing so hard you couldn't fucking see straight. I'd tell you how adorable you are; I'd maybe call you Sir Precious."
The snake scoffed at the ridiculous pet name.
She chuckled. "I'd then walk my fingers down behind your hood, down to your shoulders, and then alllll the way down your back, crawling along like a spider down to the tip of your tail. I'd take it in my hands and brush it so softly. I'd tease and tickle and pinch and scritch every nerve ending until you couldn't take it anymore."
Pentious grabbed both corners of his hood and wrapped it around his face like a blanket. "You would do no such things!" he cried.
"But right up until you tell me to stop, I'd be drinking up every single little laugh. I'd just sit and listen to every adorable noise you make. Every single giggle you'd try to hide or cover up, I'd hear it all. And I'd tell you how much I want to hear more of it. I'd let you know just how cute and silly you were. Your laughter would echo off of every surface in Heaven and then all the world would know that Sir Pentious is just a tickwish wittle baby."
"I WILL TERMINATE THIS CALL!" Pentious shrieked from underneath the hood.
Cherri lost her mojo for a second, laughing at his struggle. She took a pause and then spoke, tone softening.
"And then you'd know exactly how much I would do for you, and that I adore you."
That last part got Pentious to peek out from under his hood, his eyes big and shining as he gave her a heartfelt smile.
There was that pang in Cherri's heart again. She liked it, though. It kept her believing that she would, without a doubt, find a way to see him again.
Pentious purred. "I adore you too. Very much."
Cherri hadn't realized they had been just sitting in silence staring at each other until a soft beep broke the silence.
Pentious blinked. "Oh shit. The battery is about to die. I'll have to hang up now."
"Oh. Okay. You will call tomorrow though, yeah?"
"Most certainly. As long as you keep those tantalizing words out of your mouth" He warned.
"What, you mean like how I'd cootchie coo you or..."
"Okay, I'm hanging up now!"
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chat have i cooked or am i just really sleep-deprived. so many times while writing this i had to stop and catch my breath cause i was freaking the fuck out 😭 i gave myself a lee mood with my own damn fic i hate it here /nsrs
Here’s a tip: Keep your lees healthy with exercises. For example: When you’re 100% certain the lee can’t get out, pick up the one tool that terrifies them to their core, then say you won’t use it if they can get out of the restraints. Their frantic, desperate, and unsuccessful attempts to escape will really give them a workout, not to mention they’ll be fun to watch :P
You knew this would happen, didn't you? When you hid your ler's keys, you knew this was coming...
But after all, the concept of a "tickle interrogation" always seemed fun to you... So now, why are you complaining? Why are you trying to free your hands as they're tied behind your back?
"Where are my keys?"
They ask you with that voice that never fails to fluster you. But what kind of brat would you be, if you told them straight away?
"I don't know!"
Before you can finish that lie, the interrogation begins. At first, it's slow and teasy. Just a few strokes on your feet or thighs. Just to let you know what's coming.
They keep asking and you keep being stubborn. What did you think would happen? After you've refused to give in a couple of times, they go full on. Feet, knees, thighs, waist, ribs, underarms... No spot is safe. All spots are tickled masterfully with dozens of different tools. After all, they do know exactly how to wreck you.
In your mind, you thought that you'd be able to last longer. But soon, you're reduced to a giggly mess, red like a beet.
"Under the pillow!"
You blurt out, finally giving in. But... What are they doing? Why are they still wiggling their fingers over your belly? Why are they still looking at you with that grin?
