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◇ AKA Dandelionpups, Puffbears, Baby-Bark (play on Baby's-Breath)
◇ Dog like creatures with fluffy cotton-like balls for heads surrounded by a flurry of petals.
◇ Appear uncannily like dandelion flowers to an extent.
♧ Colour pallete: Usually follow colour pallets that revolve around green bodies accentuated by either pastels of yellow, pink, blue, purple, white or mixes of any combination.
◇ They are very docile and curious creatures that can be found roaming all over the island, mostly in the grassland areas. They are often drawn to newcomers of their territory and will greet them accordingly... So to speak.
◇ They are popular pets in Giggloralia and have a diet consisting mainly of pollen, and of course, laughter and happiness.
◇ Having no mouth, they can't exactly eat much else, but placing a bit of sugar or citric acid (yes, they like sour stuff) on their antennas will allow them to ingest it through it.
》 While they can ingest it, it isn't recommended to feed it to them in large quantities, treat it like a bi-weekly pupcup at most as a tiny treat for your fauna fella. 《
◇ They can't really make sounds but can communicate in other ways, such as quickly shaking their petals the same way a dog would shake off water to get your attention or demonstrate irritation, or may release a soft, rumbling noise similar to a purr when content.
◇ Despite being faceless, don't doubt their expressiveness, they will let their emotions/needs be heard one way or another when they want them to be.
◇ Their petals are moveable, whether it be willingly or by instinct, and can mean different things when in certain positions.
Fun facts:
☆ Puffpups can either be as small or as big as desired. Ranging from as tiny as a teacup dog to as large as a giant bear. Thus, the names Baby-Bark and Puffbears, respectively.
☆ They are also extremely affectionate with their owners/those they've bonded with and will more often than not greet you/wish you farewell with a playful nuzzle or two... Or more. Definitely more.
☆ They can use their tails for tickly purposes as well. They just tend to much prefer the latter as it makes them feel more closely attached to their lees.
☆ All puffpups are essentially genderless, but you can refer to them however you wish.
Growth Cycle:
☆ They do not "reproduce" in the way other creatures might. Puffpups grow in a similar way to plants, being born from seeds.
☆ A fully grown puffpup may produce a seed during "shedding season" where they shed some of their fluffy spindles to regrow new ones.
☆ Someone can then take this seed, plant it, and depending on how you curate it that will determine how large or small your puffpup is.
Stage 1: Puff Seed (1 Month) - This is the process of planting a seed (or in the wild, when natural selection takes place and a seed is able to germinate) and giving it the necessary nutrients and conditions it needs to grow. This is the second most nerve wracking part as you can't really tell that your seed is growing as it should until about 20 days in...
Stage 2: Puff Sprout (16 days) - A large, almost globular bout of leaves emerges from the ground rapidly gaining in size as they remain tightly enveloped around one another.
Stage 3: Puff Patch (7 days) - The leaves slowly release themselves from one another, forming a neat little "blanket" over the soil in preparation for the next step.
Stage 4: Puff Bud (14 days) - This is the beginning signs of your puffpups actual growth, the puffbud should present itself quiet soon after the leaves form indicating a healthy flower.
Stage 5: Puff Blossom (3 Months) - This is the longest stage of the puffpup's development, acting somewhat like a "womb" in which the puffpup's actual body begins to grow and develop in.
Stage 6: "Ready For Harvest" - This stage doesn't really have a name, but it is when the petals of the Puff Blossom open up allowing the new baby to burrow its way out.
Stage 7: Baby Puffpup - Of course, burrowing one's way out of a giant plant is no easy task especially for such a lil guy. Newborn puffpups are usually found sleeping right outside the bedding of petals and leaves that aided them in the first-place, regenerating energy to take on this bright new world. Their closed petals act as a little shield for their sensitive head and antennas. The baby stage usually only lasts about a week before their leaves start to grow and roughly 2 weeks before their petals begin to separate.
Wild newborns are often "adopted" by older puffpups and welcomed into small packs until they are old enough to roam and fend for themselves.
Domesticated newborns need to be allowed at least 5 days to settle before weaning from their flower as it is an early source of much needed "softer" pollen for the baby that is able to phase through the tight closure of its petals since in that stage it is quite difficult for them to digest regular pollen as it cannot get in.
It is so good to be back my goodness I've missed this place- I'm so sorry again for being gone so long life had it's own plans. But now I'm bustling with a bunch of new ideas I can't wait to share with you all so I hope that can make up for it!
I have to admit I might not post right off the bat apart from a few queued posts I had before I left mostly because I want to work on my art and writing styles, quality > quantity ya know? I wanna give y'all the best so prepare for a mix match of posts that I will organise better in the future I promise sobs
Anyways I think that's all for now maybe- See you all in a bittt!
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY! This is a gift for my pookie dookie @komeame featuring his OCs Kei and Virgil! Flower crown brings me sm joy I just HAD to write about them! Guh,, I hope they're not too OOC and I hope you like it!
(Also, I find it so ironic how my fic header has a flower crown in it, and that's their ship name teehee)
Characters: Kei, Virgil
Word Count ~ 2,540
Virgil found it... odd, to put it lightly. For all of his life on earth he had developed an overwhelming distaste, given, the brown-blonde haired man may even refer to his feelings as hatred for the royals that reigned there.
To him, they were nothing more than stuck-up pansies with silver spoons shoved so far up their hind quarters they couldn't even fathom the idea of having any sense of care for anyone below them. Upon arriving at Purin-Purin he expected no difference, but was pleasantly surprised (as well as equally perplexed) to find out that the royal family there were not quite what he assumed them to be...
Never in a million years did he think he would find himself engaging pleasantly with a royal, much less end up dating one. In fact, he was sure if he told his younger self about it he would keel over and die on the spot.
Truth be told however, when he first met Kei, he swore he had a flash of amnesia concerning his hatred with how quickly the princess disarmed his concerns.
Now here they lay—cuddled together on one of Kei's frankly, overwhelmingly lavish basil porcelain couches that she had recoloured to a much more eye-catching colour because, "beige was most certainly not befitting of someone as esteemed as her!". Virgil chuckled in remembrance at the thought—all this while his hand was absentmindedly stroking gracefully through his unlikely lover's hair, feeling her stir from a light slumber—he hadn't even realised she'd fallen into—due to the disturbance of the rumble that came from his chest.
"What's so funny?..." She murmured, her gorgeous lavender eyes fluttered open as she shifted lightly in his grasp so that she could look up at him. Virgil swore he felt his heart stutter.
"Nothin'... Just thinkin' is all." He replied absentmindedly, his tone soft, a velvety southern drawl complimented by a gentle, deep rumble. Kei seemed unconvinced.
"Well, it must've been a pretty funny thought for you to wake me up." Her voice sang with playful annoyance, a small titter of authoritarianism seeping through making Virgil gulp unnoticeably.
“Whoa there, princess—” He raised his hands in mock surrender to the ravenette’s glare. “T’ain't my fault you chose me as yer resting place, now.” He finished, leaning back on the sofa, face determined to maintain the “annoyed” scowl he bore and fight back the smile that threatened it.
“Naw c'mon…” Kei softly cupped his cheeks in her hand as she stared up at him from her spot on his chest. “I didn't say that for you to stop smiling.” She blinked—hopeful—Virgil’s deathstruck gaze held no room for such hope.
Kei frowned, but she wasn't giving up that easily.
“Oh? So that's how it is—” Kei hummed deceptively, her brow raised as her expression twisted into one of feigned disappointment. “Very well… I can always get it the hard way.” Her tone was suddenly playful—thick with sweet volition as she now settled herself on top of his hips rather than laying atop him.
Now it was Virgil's turn to raise a brow—mouth falling agape to question but before he could even process a word, a poke. Followed by another one. Then another.
“Ahahahehe!? K–Kehehei! Whahaddya think yeheher dohohin't!?” Before he could even ponder concealing his reaction, soft, breathy giggles began to erupt from his lips as his lover had the audacity to prod at his sides.
“I’m just trying to see my handsome boyfriend's smile… Is that so wrong?” A sly giggle left her own lips, her fingers wandering over the latter's torso with delicate precision.
To Virgil, even though they were dating, he was still very foreign to these playful interactions between them, even after all this time of knowing one another his heart still hung heavy with doubt of her—a princess— actually loving him to such an extent. Yet here she was—eyes shining with such bright adoration eager to see him—him—smile it made him practically melt.
“Naehehehe—! Kn-knohock it ohoff—!!” He tried to bark through rampant giggles, trying to cover his slowly hue gaining face—though said giggles and blush made it very difficult to take him seriously, much to Kei's plain as day amusement.
Yet, as giddy, suspicious, joyous and puzzled as he was—yes, he still, very much had those mixed emotions—he wasn't about to just lay there and let Kei get away with this now was he? Of course he was… Not.
He swatted at Kei's hands only for her to dart around and aim for another spot. The princess smirked with childish glee watching him fight back to no avail, until—
“Oh—!” The sound escaped Kei's lips faster than she was even able to process what happened. Next thing she knew suddenly she was the one pinned under Virgil's weight, arms pinned above her head and a determined, huffing, red faced Virgil glaring down at her with vengeful, yet playful intent.
“That was a bad move ye just made ‘ere, princess.” He practically growled once he caught his breath from the previous attack. Kei's sly expression quickly twists into one of nervousness as she stares up at him with wide eyes.
“Ahah—! W–Wait! Vihirgil, honey—” Her voice quivered, already filled with anxious giggles.
“Surely we can talk about thi–EEES!!” Before she could even finish her sentence, Virgil landed a quick squeeze to her hip with his free hand causing a loud, squeal to erupt from the royal.
“Nah… Now ‘a think it's my turn to see yer smile.” Another squeeze followed by a jolt.
“But ‘a ain't quite sure a smile is enough—” He hummed thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against her hips. “Especially given that lil’ stunt you just pulled.”
A poke to her tummy eliciting a shrill squeak. “So how about a’ see what this little princess has to offer, hm?” He emphasised his point with quick pokes after each word sending Kei into a tizzy of sweet giggles.
“Vihihirgil!! Pleheheaseee—”
“Please? But a’ just started.” He playfully cut her off once more with a gentle scribble to her neck. Kei shrieked, immediately slamming her head against his hand, shoulders and nose scrunching so adorably Virgil had to stop himself from cooing.
“Now let's not forget, you were the one who had the audacity—” He accentuated with a scribble under her chin.
“Ta try and tickle me first—Me! The Virgil of all things, how dare you!” He emphasised childishly with a light scratch behind her ears eliciting what he would relay as the most adorable snort he'd ever heard.
The feigned annoyance in his voice and utter silliness earned a faint, whine laced–“Ohoho my staharsss…” –from a poor, unfortunate Kei knowing what was to come, only to be met with highly amused chuckling.
“But ohoho sweetheart—” His thick, cowboy accent suddenly rang with a rumbling lilt in her ear, Kei couldn't help but shiver. “I don't think this is nearly enough of a consequence for you, atleast—” His fingers suddenly dug into her underarms with newfound vigor. “Not yet.”
Any sense of resolve Kei may have had left immediately crumpled—loud, boisterous laughter ringing through the room as her hands fruitlessly clung to her sides only serving to trap the perpetrator in quite the fanciful predicament—much to her dismay and to Virgil’s enjoyment.
“WAHAHAEHEHE—!! VIHIHIR— Bahahaby plehease—!!” She pleaded frantically with empty desperation, back arching with ticklish sensation, yet made no real effort to escape his grasp. Virgil was horrible at reading people but he knew she was cackling with nothing but the happiest glee as his fingers continued working meticulously.
“Please what? Keep tickling ya? Keep making you laugh? Well ‘a ain't had no intentions a stopping but it's polite a ya to ask…” He taunted playfully, his voice a gentle, delighted purr as his gaze fell on his trapped fingers. “Not like ye gave me much of a choice either way, doll.” He couldn't help but chuckle himself with the way Kei tried to babble in protest at his implication.
Try as she might, it was absolutely no secret how much Kei loved receiving this kind of attention. Of course, she did love making Virgil smile and laugh but she couldn't deny how fun it was when the roles were reversed.
How his fingers seemed to know exactly where, when and how to reduce her to a stress-free, giggling mess. How the wiggling digits always managed to make her squeal and jump, finding all of her weak spots whenever he needed to get a point across or simply just for fun working absolute wonders in dissolving her resolve. How it was simply just him unravelling her dignitary form from just a few scribbles and rakes of his nails. Oh, she would never admit how much she loved it… But truthfully, she never had to.
“Oh come now don't act like you ain't enjoying this. With all that adorable hooting yer doin' I’d bet ye were the happiest dame in all the kingdom right now.” He goaded, tone light and loving—his fingers slowed, not wanting Kei to get too winded too quickly, of course.
“Yohou’re such dohohork…” Her bold laughter quietened to gentle giggles, clearly holding no ill malice towards the tease.
“Oh am the dork?” His fingers found their way under her translucent garment—heavens he could barely understand how she called it a shirt—feeling the way her delicate skin trembled under the light touch and emphasised with a light squeeze to her tummy, a surprised squeak escaped Kei followed by the frantic jolt and rapid flying giggles of the same. “And yet, who was the one who started this whole ordeal, huh? Huh?” He punctuated each word with another soft squeeze, chuckling softly to himself by the defeated whines that escaped through her giggle-strung lips.
Heavens, she was precious.
Virgil watched her writhe for a few more seconds, a low, amused hum rumbling in his chest. Stars help him—she was adorable like this. Laughter bright and unguarded, her grin bright enough to light the entire castle.
“…Y’know—” He drawled lazily, eyes twinkling as he soaked in the fullness of her frame. “Yer awful cute like this…” He hummed just quite enough where she could barely hear.
Kei barely had time to acknowledge his words and the brighter hue that dusted her cheeks before his fingers lightly lifted themselves from the warm skin, leaving her breathless and confused.
“…W–Wait—?” He panted between leftover giggles, chest heaving—almost disappointed. “You’re— you’re stopping?”
Virgil tilted his head, faux-innocent. “Didn't say that.”
Her eyes widened.
He shifted tactics.
Instead of diving right back in, two, singular fingers slid along the crease where her tummy and sides met in slow, teasing trails—light enough to make her shiver, not enough to make her laugh… Yet. Kei squirmed immediately, hips twitching in anticipation.
“Vihirgil…” She warned, voice already wobbling, yet, her tone held absolutely no yearn for this to end. By Xielo he found her cute after all, why would she?
He smirked. “That’s my name, don't wear it out.”
He let his fingers dance along her poor tummy some more before they paused, he stared at her, a knowing look that made her heart race—ready to spring into action once more.
Kei’s breath hitched. “Don't you dare—!”
Too late.
He wiggled his fingers in quick, playful scribbles across her stomach, leaving no patch of the pretty torso untouched—her sides, her ribs, her lower belly, her hips, around her cute little bellybutton—all of it got a sweet, sweet little kiss from his fingers.
“IHIHI—!! Wahahahait—!!” Kei shrieked, hands instantly flying down, not to stop him, but instead gently held onto his hands as they worked—it seemed to give her a sense of closure, to which Virgil, of course, found adorable, so he allowed it.
Virgil chuckled. “My, just look at you, absolutely tickled pink ain't cha?” He commented on her rosy blush which only grew at the analogy.
He pressed in deeper, switching to brisk, rhythmic pokes that sent her laughter spiking.
“Waahahaha—!! Dohohon’t tehease! That’s nohohot fair—!!” She bucked, shoulders shook and body twisted on instinct as she tried—and failed—to squirm away.
“Fair?” He echoed, mock-offended. “Princess, you started a war you very much wasn't gonna win. Am jus’ finishing it.”
He alternated—one hand poking, the other scratching at different spots and vice versa, keeping her just staggered enough that she couldn't predict the next touch. Kei’s laughter turned breathy, frantic, punctuated by sharp squeals every time he found a new sensitive patch.
“Vihihir—! I sweheear—!!” she gasped, face flushed pink. “I’m gohohonna—!”
“Gonna what?” he teased, leaning closer. “Laugh? ‘Cause yer doin't a mighty fine job a’ that already.”
To punctuate the point, he allowed his fingers to wander across her bellybutton.
She stiffened.
He grinned.
She glared.
He paused.
A beat.
Suddenly his finger dipped. Wiggling and scratching at the poor button like there was no tomorrow.
Kei lost it.
“WAHAHAHAHA—!! NOHOHO—!! STAHAHAP—!!”
Her head thrashed side to side as she laughed, legs kicking uselessly against the couch. Virgil simply chuckled right along with her.
“Good lord.” He murmured fondly, not slowing down. “Yer ticklish as all get-out, ain't ya?”
She could barely respond—just breathless, high-pitched giggles spilling out nonstop as she shook beneath his hands. Every attempt at a feeble retort dissolved into helpless laughter.
Finally—mercifully—he eased off again, hands retreating to rest on either side of her waist.
Kei collapsed into a pool of mush against the cushions, gasping.
“…You’re evil.” She wheezed.
Virgil raised a brow. “Evil?”
She nodded weakly. “Pure. Unfiltered. Evil.”
He snorted. “Comin' from someone who ambushed me first? That’s rich.”
She shot him a tired glare… which lasted about two seconds before it melted into a grin.
“…Worth it.” she admitted.
His chest warmed.
Virgil softened then—hands returning, but gentler now. Light strokes along her sides, barely ticklish, more comforting than teasing. Kei still twitched, little giggles slipping out despite herself, but the frantic edge was gone.
He guided her carefully back against him, arms wrapping around her once more as the moment settled.
Kei’s chest rose and fell, greedily gasping in gulps of air as Virgil gently cradled her in his arms, resuming their previous position while he lightly rubbed her back aiming to calm her down.
“And all of that cuz’ I just wanted to see you smile, you jerk!” She chidded, hissing playfully as she batted at him.
“Yeah, well, a’ think you got to see it just fine now, didn't you?” Virgil chuckled, his smile still lingering from the whole altercation as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.
“Oh so you only smile at my misery?” She huffed.
“You loved it.” He shot back.
“Screw you.” She gently slapped his chest causing him to bark out a laugh.
You know… Maybe this could work after all—Maybe they could work.
Howdy ho there to the 2 wonderful people that look at my blog! I bring tidings from the land behind your screen. /silly
But in all seriousness, I'm making this post to say I may not be here for quite some time after Valentine's Day (yes, I know I literally just started posting here, and I have soo many ideas so this sucks (*´～｀*)).
But I have a lot of stuff going on in the bigger world and sadly may not be able to comfortably return until summer (being mid-late May/June). I apologise for my upcoming absence. Thank you all for being here and enjoying my content, bringing me many, many, many joys, and I hope to come back and see you all soon! (*つ▽`)っ
P.S: I forgot to mention that any posts that pop up before my expected return were scheduled gifts for my friendos in expectancy of my disappearance (っ´▽｀)っ
Sending lots of joys and whimsy! Signing off for now!
A/N: Heuheuheu SURPRISE! This is a little birthday gift for my bestie westie @dev1lysin! Just a little drabble featuring his OC Haru and my OC Oliver! I hope you like it ya little stinker /silly
Characters Featured: Haru, Oliver
Word Count ~ 1,878
Oliver and Haru were sat on the floor of the living room, in front of the frankly overwhelmingly run down and worn sofa, yet, despite the clear wear and tear, the furniture piece away had a sense of home that they all loved and couldn't bear to replace it with another, soulless, newer piece of material. But that was besides the point—
Right now, Haru and Oliver were kind of doing their own thing. Haru was occupying himself with the small, old-style early 2000s TV that laid in front of him, and Oliver—being the only one of the three brothers to still be at home was using his much needed 'me-time' to go over a very old bucket list he'd found—moreso, a list of things he'd always wondered about and aimed to solve as a kid back in his 'I'm going to be the next greatest scientist!' Era.
A lot of the items on his list were rather intriguing such as, "Can cacti survive without their leaves?" and "What happens if an ant loses track of its trail?" Both questions already answered, unfortunately. But, some of them were also quite ridiculous to put it—such as, "Is everyone who wears glasses a total book-obsessed snob?"
Wait... What?
He read that one again—Zike's old, messy handwriting.
"Of course." He muttered as he rolled his eyes, adjusting his own glasses as he continued reading, his eyes widening as a particular question caught them. Oh this was going to be fun...
"Hey... Haru? I have a question." He broke an unintentional silence, the other's ears perked up at his voice.
"Hm? Yeah? What is it?" He answered innocently, unbeknownst of what was to come.
"Do all dogs like belly rubs?" Oliver asked with far too much nonchalance for the question.
"...W-What?" His ears faltered slightly, big red and cream-gold coloured eyes blinking in surprise.
"Just—" He waved his hand in the air, as if it were the most common question known to man. "Generally speaking, you know? I'm curious."
"Why— How would I know?" Haru emphasised suspiciously, slightly curling in on himself, eyes narrowed as they stared at the other who simply looked back with innocent intrigue—
Or as innocent as he could be, anyway.
"Well... Maybe because you're..." He paused, eyeing him up and down as if a doctor inspecting their patient. "Part dog, and all."
"Well— Y-Yeah—” He stammered, genuinely unable to tell if the latter knew how the question affected him or not. Though, the faint blush on his cheeks was a rather tell-tale sign. “But that's a pretty big generalisation!"
"So they... Don't?" He replied flatly.
"I— I never said tha-" He barely had the chance to retort.
"So you do?" Oliver interrupted.
"Wuh— W-Why is it suddenly a me thing!?" His face flushed, brighter than ever as he stared at him now with wide eyes.
"You're the one who said it was a generalisation." Oliver grinned, all innocence almost faltering at his reaction… Almost.
"But that doesn't mean that I do!" Haru tried to bite back.
"So you don't?" He tilted his head like a curious cat who'd just found itself a new toy.
"I— no— what— mm... maybe I just— Aaaagh!" He stammered, eyes darting all over the room, avoiding Oliver’s gaze like the plague. Then, in dismay, let out a quiet, flustered scream which only made Oliver chuckle, to which he quickly covered up by clearing his throat—must be professional after all. "Why is this a topiiiic!?" He whined as he hid his face in his hands.
"I'm just trying to get all the facts for my analysis, and frankly you haven't given me a very concrete answer." He tapped at the old, oxidised piece of paper—the question, more specifically—as if it were the most important thing of the moment. As if it weren't just an excuse to suddenly mess with the poor boy, but he didn't know that.
"That's well— T-That's because it's just— That's not something you can just openly admi—” He caught himself. “Answer, okay?" Haru professed in a rapid-fire flustered fit, fiddling with his fingers shyly, with a defiant huff as if not wanting Oliver to catch on to what he was trying to convey. Oliver found it utterly precious.
"So... Would you rather I try to gain my answer some other way instead?" He offered, trying to compromise with him without giving up his full intentions.
"Well— I guess that could work... Possibly..." Haru answered apprehensively, eyes twinkling as he looked at Oliver with timid eyes. "But how?"
"Hm…” He hummed softly. Not wanting to string the poor thing on for too long. “Possibly something like this." Without hesitation, Oliver's hands latched onto the latter's waist, swiftly pinning him down to the ground with ease.
"WAUGH—!” He shrieked from the sudden motion, air gently knocking out of him as he stared up at the other who didn't even bother to hide his small smile anymore. “O-Oliver—!? What are you doing!?"
"Testing my hypothesis. Hypothesis in question—” He emphasised, grinning as he wiggled his fingers above him. “Does Haru like belly rubs?"
"That's a hohohorible hypothesis!!" The pup kemonomimi already squeaked and giggled with anticipation yet didn't make any effort to shield the area in question.
He giggled nervously while watching Oliver, gently roll up his shirt, the black-pink haired gent watched Haru closely, looking for any sign of discomfort, yet the smaller boy only gave him a sweet, wobbly, expectant smile.
He pressed on with his act.
"There's no such thing as a 'horrible hypothesis', my friend. Only ones that haven't been given the proper TLC to make it to the big leagues." He poked his tummy, cooing internally at the way the latter jolted. "And I for one intend to make it quite far with this one. Shall we begin?"
"Mmmhmhmh...!" Haru could barely think. The scientific facade kept his mind on a thin tightrope teetering between whether or not Oliver actually wanted to test this 'for science'—he groaned softly, slamming his eyes shut as he shyly covered his face with his hands.
"Ohohokayyy..." He finally whined out after what seemed like forever, Oliver, who had waited ever so patiently for the poor thing to gather his thoughts in one place merely smiled, placing his whole hand against the small of his tummy, barely containing his own chuckle with the way said tummy jolted at the sensation.
"Very well then, let's start slow and see how you react first." His hand then lightly began gliding across the soft, pale skin, touch light enough to elicit small bubbly titters and gasps from the one who truly made no real effort to get away.
"Subject seems to respond positively to the stimuli— It is quite adorable actually." He observed in an almost clinical voice, adding a playful lilt to that last sector which only served to make Haru blush more and groan softly into his hands.
"Now, let's try phase 2—" Oliver's fingers then lightly began flexing in slow rhythm against his torso, sliding over his sides, tummy, ribs and hips with gentle, feather-like scratches.
Now Haru was giggling, the sound as sweet as he was. His tail slowly began to wave beside him, the black-furry appendage lightly thwarted at the ground with glee. "Thahat isn't ruhuhubbing you liahahar!!"
"Subject seems to especially like this form of stimuli." He gestured to the way Haru was now playfully batting at his hands and twisting his hips, completely ignoring his qualm about his 'methods'.
"Ohoholiverrr—!" He giggle-whined preciously.
"Yes, is something the matter?" Oliver batted his eyelashes cheekily.
"Yohou're being mehean!" He verbalized through giggles with half-truth.
"Am I? Oh, I thought you were enjoying this.” He implied with such nonchalant observation that it made Haru sputter. “Would you like me to change tactics?"
"Yehehesss!" Haru droned.
"Well... Since you insist." Oliver hummed innocently before his fingers shaped themself into a claw, placing itself right over his bellybutton and then—
Scritchscritchscritchscritch
Haru absolutely shrieked once he began vibrating his digits into his flesh as if there was no tomorrow, the rapid movements sending unfathomably tingly sensations all up his torso and spine.
"WAHAHAHA— WAHAHAIT— NOHOHOT THAHAHAT—! OHOHOLEHEHE—!!" He squealed and thrashed all he could—arms flailing wildly, head shaking enthusiastically, legs kicking vigorously—the poor thing could barely even get a word out before it was replaced with frantic hysterics and peals of laughter.
Oliver giggled softly along with him before letting up a bit, his fingers now lightly skittering up and down his tummy, his loud belly laughter quietening down to rampant giggles after a while.
"Sohorry…” Oliver allowed a giggle of his own to slip in his amusement. “Was that not what you had meant?" He added almost tauntingly, tilting his head as if nothing happened.
"Mehean— Cruehel— Ehehevil even—!" Haru belted as he peered through his fingers, shooting the latter a glare which came off more like a puppy who’d just been denied treats more than anything threatening.
"And yet, you still haven't asked me to stop once." Oliver observed with an amused hum as his fingers continued their light attack on the sides of his tummy.
Haru could only babble what Oliver assumed was an empty protest as he grabbed a nearby cushion, hugging it against his face and using it to shield his flushed face and muffle his sweet squeals.
"But I think it's safe to say, you didn't all too mind that fact either." Oliver gave a small smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes as he glanced at the latter's tail which was now thumping uncontrollably against the floor.
"Shuhut up—!" He whined once more.
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who you agreed to help with their research." He emphasised with another swift claw attack to his tummy earning another round of frantic babbles this time mixed in with a regretful—
"NOHOHOO— I'M SORRY! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRYY!!" To which Oliver's fingers slowed once more, Haru basically melting into the floor with a giddy whine of defeat as he just allowed himself to laugh into the cushion.
"Speaking of... I have to say this is a rather successful experiment. You seem to love this."
"Dohohon't say it lihihike thahaaaat—!" He wailed, not denying the claim, Oliver was sure he could see the cushion blushing at this point with how red he was.
"Oh, sorry, would you prefer I say it like this—Subject seems to be even more positively responsive to stimuli than could've previously been hoped for."
"Ohohoho my gahawd!” Haru practically mewled. “You're suhuhuch a doohohofus!"
"Ah, but this 'doofus' is simply acquiring useful knowledge.” He chuckled, not even taking offense to the soft jab. “Wait till Zike and Pi hear about this." Haru’s eyes widened behind the soft furniture piece.
"Wahahait— Wha—AHAHAA—!!" Before he could even question Oliver hung his head down, lips pressing against the skin and before Haru could even process that sensation Oliver blew a giant raspberry right where Haru's tummy met his hips causing him to shriek.
"Hush." Oliver purred amusedly. "Further research is required."
"OHOHOLIVER YOHOHOU JEHERK!!"
The next few hours were filled with much more happy laughter and “necessary research”.
Protest as he might, he couldn't deny, maybe this wasn't such a horrible hypothesis after all.
I am and still am obsessed with this damn rp me and @flufflover7 are doing..
I'm so obsessed with it that I decided to draw one of the scenes 🙂↕️
This has been in my head for WEEKS, and it won't leave so I had to do something to cure that obsession..
Andrés finally gets his ass handed to him for once in his life /silly. Also I'm obsessed with Oliver, uh huh, sorry, he's mine now, she can't have him anymore 🙂↕️💗
Hello, dears! To those who don't know me, my name is Speckled/Moss but on this blog you can also call me Cotton. Welcome to my blog! And for those who already do know me, welcome to this blog!
As with my other one, before we dive into the deep end, I would like to state to all who wander in:
This is a SFW Tickle Blog! A fandom one to be specific.
This blog will be primarily made up of fandom content, whether that be my own or others, that I just so happen to reblog.
I'll keep this intro short as my main intro can be found on my other blog: @flufflover7
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This blog is made for soft, fluffy, happy times only! Please refrain from anything inherently averting from this category!
I am more than happy to accept requests/headcanons/asks about fandoms I post here, I cannot promise that I will get to everyone, but it would be very fun to receive them!
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MLP 🍬
FNAF (Five Nights at Freddy's)
MHA (My Hero Academia)
TADC (The Amazing Digital Circus)
AOT (Attack on Titan)
Demon Slayer
Dandy's World
TPN (The Promised Neverland)
Luca
Poppy Playtime
Dispatch 🍬
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#the candy is swirling - usually dumb rambles about fandom related topics (headcanons/drabbles/etc.)
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#cottonisdrawing - posts about my art
#cottonlikedthis - reblogs from other creators
#who dropped the candy in water - posts that may be LGBTQ+ centric
Hello Everyone! I thought it'd be fair to let you all know that I will be posting all of my fandom related content on this blog going forward so that it doesn't get lost in the mix-up I have planned for this blog!
So to all who are interested I would be beyond grateful if you could support me here as well, I have some plans coming up that I'd love to share with you all!
Here is a little piece featuring his OC Cub (Drabble below cut)
Context: Being friends with a deer can be quite a challenge, especially for a tiger like Cub. Not that he ever thought he would—but being around such a seemingly fragile creature could irk a few alarms, no? Catching onto this Thalina was more than willing to show him that not only needn't he worry about that, but that maybe he might need to be much more susceptible to turned tables than he thought...
Hi! I love your art! Soooo... Your requests are open? In the case... Do you can draw lee!Rowan? Thanks!
I had the sudden urge to draw lee!Rowan and saw this request a few days ago when i decided to open Tumblr AHAHAHH
Here you go !!
the lovebirds MWEHEHEE 🫶🫶🫶
See he can get Knox off easily but he loves his kitty bf so much and loves feeling him close to him, BUUUT that doesn't mean Knox isn't for a whole lot of tickling in a few seconds 👹👹
Knox's cat instincts act immediately when he sees a cat toy, that's why he doesn't like them that much LMFAO
AAAAAAA JASPERRR!!! JASP!! JABSJDBSJBSHDVD JASPER OH HOW I ADORE YOUUU!!
RODYYY YOUR ART IS ALWAYS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SCRUMPTIOUS AND AND AND AUUUUGH I LOVE THIS SM!! QND THE COLOURS ARE SO STUNNING ON HIMBBB! This is simply just perfection hhh,, Implo- 💥
