Zab, she/they, 21, sfw, minors and ageless dni/dnf pls and thank u (i will be blockin but no hard feelings, i lurked on tumblr when i was younger i get it), askbox is open, here to be silly :]
Hello, you can call me Zab. Please be patient with me, I'm awkward as hell lmao ♡♡♡
I lean heavily toward the very soft and playful vibes so everything here will lean in that direction and will be mostly sfw. Despite this, i will be blocking minors and ageless blogs from here on out as it Can be a kink for me and i'm in my 20's now lmao. Please keep interaction sfw, as this is not a place where i'm focusing on the kink aspects of this lil quirk. :]
(if i know you well and you dm me i will link u to my nsfw blog ♡)
Fandoms/Stuff I like that doesn't really have a fandom: Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Studio Ghibli, D&D, Pokémon, Good Omens, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Labyrinth, How to Train Your Dragon, The Crow, Eastshade, Spiritfarer, Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, New Girl, Community, The Good Place, a handful of youtubers that changes every week or two, lots more I can't think of for some reason lol
I'm extremely prone to reblogging things from fandoms I'm not in because I like the concepts so don't assume I'm in the fandom just because I reblog oops ^^
Overall here for soft silly happy vibes :]
Key:
- Posts by me will have #mine in the tags
- Posts that aren't tickle related will be #nontickles
- anything somewhat nsfw will be tagged as #nsfw so that content is easy to avoid (this is new so old posts may not follow this trend)
the most entertaining part about being friends with lees is that you always have a power card of sorts. they try to ragebait? oh okay. hey, spell the word tickle without shortening it for me. actually! why don’t you go ahead and say it? oh you can’t? that’s odd. you had so many choice words a minute ago and now you can’t say a single one? what a shame. when you can finally say the word tickle without giggling or can type it out without shortening it to something like tkl or twords, then we’ll talk!
The economy is so bad that the knismos working retail jobs are spending a bit too long in the cleaning and haircare aisles looking at brushes and scrub tools
Imagine if you will, after a long day you finally can rest a bit, so you go to cuddle with your ler and lay your head on their lap. You can feel them move their hand to run their fingers through your hair a few times and you visibly relax.
Then you feel a shift.
One of their hands gently entangled with your hair, holding your head in place without pulling or hurting you. Your heart rate picks up as your eyes dart up to him, and you see his free hand holding up two objects.
You realize it is a fluffy soft looking feather, and a more firm looking feather. A cold shiver runs through your body and you squirm slightly as you put his hand outside your view.
You squeeze your eyes shut and then you can feel it.
A soft feather fluttering over your ear, gentle and soft dancing across every inch of your skin, back and forth like a slow dance twirling across and behind your ear, maybe even your neck. Covering a broad area, tickling all over your ear at once. The touch is so maddening light it makes you want to jump out of your skin.
Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore it stops and you catch your breath, just to be jolted back into reality by a sensation.
A firmer feather, a more focused attack. Slowly tracing the outer shell of your ear, all the way from the earlobe to the tip. Then flicking and twirling across your earlobe before being pulled behind your ear, back and forth until you can barely take it anymore. After that the feather dips into the ear, finding every small ticklish spot that is hidden in the curves of your ear. Lastly maybe tracing the feather across your neck for a little bit.
When the feather finally retreats you have a second to catch your breath. Your ear feels hot and sensitive, tingling all over, just the breathing your ler does is enough to tickle the skin.
You relax, closing your eyes as you take some deep breaths.
Then you feel it again, the unmistakable softness that covers your whole ear and it dawns on you what just happened was merely round one.
I've been waiting a while to post this. This was uploaded to patrreon first.
Another animation!! Small I know. But I am trying to get a bit better. This was A-LOT of fun to make and I'm really proud of it so hopefully it does well.
I feel like at kias little lab/clinic, for those who are incredibly shy like myself, he doesn't collect their information. Not till their comfortable to continue returning. He would call them by their preferred name but wouldn't write down any of their information. Kinda doing a one on one with them off to the side.
Kias clinic also has only one actual employee. And that's sunny. The bitch could have made me a manager but noooo. He does take volunteer assistants. He doesn't collect payment for visits (unless you purposefully break something) but he has donations that patrons can donate to to update their experience.
I love thinking about him. I'm feeling REALLY shitty after something that happened and just the thought of kia being gentle with a soft shy lee has my entire heart. No scary pranks. No jumping. No chasing. Just gently taking their hand to assist their mood. Private and away from the world.
Things I will never admit out loud? I love being flustered. I love feeling embarrassed, I love when you tease me for how I blush and flinch at your words and fingers, and I’d do anything to make it happen over and over again
There is something so special about tickling ears...
It's a very underrated spot, that really doesn't get talked about enough. Not only is it close to the neck, the collarbone and the face (which are all great places to tickle), it also is a spot that can be gotten in so many different ways.
The most obvious difference to other spots is, that you can give your teases a ticklish spin. Whisper them close to your lees ear, not close enough to touch but close enough for just the air to hit the ear and watch your lee squirm.
If that isn't enough you can always move closer.. let your lips brush against the ear as you speak, the sweet vibration of your words and chuckles travel across the skin, making your lee shiver and giggle.
In general is the mouth a great tool to use to get someone's ear. Simply brushing your lips across the skin will already give you a great reaction.
But it's even more fun to gently nibble on someone's ear, gently use lips and teeth to tickle from their earlobe to the tip of their ear. If you really want to make them squeak try sucking a little on the earlobe!
Same with the tongue, works wonders on a sensitive ear. And it is even better for targeting specific spots!
Now that you have the ear all warmed up and blushy, it's time to play~
While you can simply play with it with your fingers and nails, I would recommend using tools to really amplify the effect. Now with the ear we don't want any harsh tools, we are looking for the softest of tickles here.
To start off, let's use a classic: a feather. Soft bristles are useful for really sensitive lees, but even better are the bit more hard bristled feathers that hold their shape.
You can use it perfectly to explore all the nocks and hidden corners on the inside of the shell, trace the outside and tease the earlobe. But it also works perfectly behind the ear.
You might want to hold on to your lee for that one, gently use your free hand to pin their head on your lab while using the feather to trace shapes behind their ear, or even just floss the feather back and forth.
And since you got your lee pinned, grab ahold of a soft make up brush and use that to tease your lees ear. You can go for a smaller brush to get those specific spots that drive your lee mad, or grab a bigger one to tickle the whole ear all over. Both works great wonders!
There are plenty of more tools you can use on your lees ear, don't be afraid to experiment with all of them!
And remember once you are done, press your lips against the lees ear and whisper praises and compliments until their little mind melts from the ticklish sensation.
Imagine someone sitting on your arms while they swirl/wiggle the softest feathers against your ears. And there you are trying to hold in that precious giggle and all they can see is that cute wobbly smile you're trying to keep up on your face in order to not let out any giggles but they aren't stopping until they hear that adorable laugh. They begin to wiggle the feathers along the shell of your ears and that's when you let out a squeak, the ler smiles to themselves knowing that they're getting closer to breaking you and hearing that laugh of yours. So this time they trace the soft and fluffy feather inside your ears and you absolutely lose it, uncontrollably laughing, your face is red, you're starting to feel fuzzy from the laughter and the lee begins to coo and tease you just to make things worse for you as if things weren't bad enough already. You find yourself unable to hold back your flustered state as you laugh and laugh underneath them, you can't move away from the feathers, you can't stop the ticklish feeling of the feathers dragging back and forth, up and down, twirling all around inside those sensitive little ears of yours and your mind begins to crave more of that helpless feeling and with that you look up at your ler and through that beautiful laughter you ask for more and they happily do so.
OKAY SO MY LIST KEEPS GETTING PUSHED BACK THANK YOU FOR STANDING BY- AFTER THIS, HDG THEN SCP THEN ALL THE REQUESTS I SWEAR- okay this is a slime rancher fic i couldnt resist making this after i saw this amazing art by amazing artist Michaella Brown (tw suggestive!!), with Beatrix! (i dont think theyre on tumblr so i cant tag unfortunately-) i am not interested in slime rancher lore or story, i just like the setting a lot, so i made my own OCs for this and dabbled in a spot of light yuri because i am just a girl leave me alone- I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND THANK YOU AS ALWAYS TO MY BETA READER @princessofthisworldsfuture!! i'd never be able to post any of these silly fics if it weren't for her giving me the confidence to!! also im sorry for titles im not good with titles lol
First Encounters of the Slimy Kind
Words: exactly 3.2k waow! no just kidding its 3,192
Pairing: Lee!Penny
Warnings: intense tickles? but most of my fics have those lol
The morning sun draped Far, Far Range in golden tones as Penny hummed and bounced between corrals, her boots tramping up little puffs of dust. The ranch resounded with noise: Boom Slimes boomed, Puddle Slimes gurgled, Quantum Slimes were being a pain in the ass, and there was the familiar, occasional plop! of a Plort landing in the collector. All was as it should be. Penny loved mornings like these, when the promise in the golden dawn seemed tangible, as if the day itself was giddy to surprise her. She was Juniper’s right-hand girl, after all, and she wanted to prove nobody kept a ranch running smoother.
She checked the feeders, making sure each one was brimming with food. The auto-feeders whirred softly, doing their job, but Penny liked to show the Slimes extra affection. "There we go, you lil munchkins," she cooed, tossing an extra Carrot to a particularly eager Pink Slime. "No one's going hungry on my watch!"
As she turned toward the farmhouse, something drew her eye: a new corral, tucked near the corner of the house. That... was odd. She didn't remember seeing it yesterday. A Solar Shield draped over the top cast the inside in a soft, subtle light, and the slight melody of a music box drifted out, tinkling like so many bells. Curious, Penny tiptoed closer.
Inside, a handful of Slimes moved sluggishly, their bright yellow bodies shimmering like liquid sunshine. They had the same bright shade as Quantum Slimes, but their texture was different: thicker, almost gooey, like Honey Slimes. Long, delicate antennae sprouted from their heads, the tips almost fluffy-looking, twitching as though searching for something. Every few moments, their bodies rippled with tiny pulses, as if they were picking up vibrations in the air. They didn’t seem to fight or even bump each other away. They crowded together, eager for attention. Penny placed her hands against the corral wall, and the Slimes immediately flocked toward her, their antennae wiggling.
"Like a bunch of Phosphor Slimes, but with no wings," Penny mumbled to herself. "Well, hello there, cuties," she spoke quietly. "You're new, huh?"
She noticed that there wasn't an auto-feeder set up. That was really strange... Juniper usually had everything prepared! She bit her lip and looked around. Juniper was nowhere in sight, probably off tinkering with something in the barn or searching the Glass Desert again. The Slimes pressed against the barrier, their motions slow and almost sad. They looked so hungry. Penny's heart squeezed. She couldn't just leave them like that! If she handled this, maybe Juniper would finally see just how reliable she could be, maybe even trust her with more responsibility around the ranch. With a firm nod, she chose to take matters into her own hands.
"Okay, okay, let's see what you like," she voiced softly, rushing to the nearest feeder. She grabbed a Pogofruit and held it up to the barrier. The Slimes didn't react. Not even a trace of interest. Penny frowned and tried a Heart Beet next. Still nothing. They simply stared at her with those big, pleading eyes.
Hmm. “Picky eaters.”
Penny bit her lip, then snapped her fingers. "Maybe you're carnivores!" She darted to the coop and gently scooped up a clucking Hen Hen. The chicken squawked in protest as Penny stroked its feathers. "Shhh, it's okay, little one. You're just helping out, that's all."
She gently tossed the Hen Hen into the corral. The chicken flapped its wings, clucking indignantly, and the Slimes surrounded it. Penny watched, fascinated, as their pseudopodia stretched out, poking and prodding at the bird. The Hen Hen squawked again, but the Slimes didn't seem to want to eat it. They just... poked it. Like they were testing it. After a moment, they retreated, their antennae sagging.
Penny sighed and reached in to rescue the confused chicken. “Alright, you’re free to go. Consider this your lucky day.” She set the Hen Hen down outside the Corral, and it scurried off with an offended cluck.
The Slimes turned their attention back to Penny, their antennae perking up. They stared at her with big, sad eyes, pressing their bodies against the barrier like they were begging for something else. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” She cocked her head. “Well... what do you eat, you weird little things?”
Penny hesitated, glancing over her shoulder toward the main house, somewhat tempted to run and fetch Juniper for help. But the idea of leaving the Slimes hungry and waiting, or worse, giving up before even trying, made her bristle. Maybe Juniper would say she wasn't ready after all. No way. She squared her shoulders and made a decision. Before she could talk herself out of it, Penny stepped through the barrier and into the corral. The Slimes lunged.
Penny yelped as they wasted no time, their pseudopodia latching onto her, wiggling and squirming against her belly, her sides, her thighs. Their antennae tickled her neck and ears, and suddenly laughter welled up and spilled out of her like fizzy soda, high and gasping and unstoppable. “OhOHohOH!! OHHohoh, nOHohoHo!! S-sStoHohoOHOp ihIhit!! ThahaHAHt’s- oHOhOHoH mYhyhy gOhOhosh, youhUHU GuhUHUYS!!”
She collapsed onto her knees, giggling uncontrollably as the Slimes swarmed her. They were everywhere! Their touch was light and insistent, like a hundred tiny fingers fluttering across her skin with adept dexterity. Penny kicked her legs, trying to escape, but it only made them more determined. Through her cackling, she could make out the plop! plop! of Plorts forming. Where on Far, Far Range could that be coming from??
She tried to bat them away, but it seemed like trying to fight off a tide of jelly. Their touches were light, but they were everywhere, and- oh no- her underarms!!
“N-NoHohOO NoHoHOT THehEHehEREE!!” She collapsed onto her back, laughing hysterically.
“MEheHERCY, YOuHuhu lIhIHiTTle MOhOhONSTERS!!! TOhOhOHOys!! D-DehEHhELiCahAHaciES!! A-AHAha WHoHoHOle buUhuHUFFet!!” She continued squealing out promises and pleas for mercy, but the Slimes didn’t stop. If anything, they seemed more encouraged by her laughter.
Tears began stinging in her eyes as she laughed, her voice echoing across the ranch. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this hard! The Slimes seemed to feed off it, their movements growing more enthusiastic, their antennae wriggling with delight. She curled into a ball, trying and failing to protect her tickle spots, her cheeks reddened.
Penny finally managed to squeal out, “JuHUHUNIpER!! JUHuHUNIihIPERHhrR, HheHHEELP!!”
And looking up, she saw that Juniper was already there, her tall frame throwing a shade over Penny’s giggling, squirming form. The ranch owner didn’t say a word. She rarely did. She just sat down, lips forming into a pleased smile, and watched. For a moment, Juniper felt her chest tighten with a strange amalgam of pride and fondness at the chaos Penny was in. She pretended to be unaffected, as always. But inside, she found it almost unbearably endearing how Penny dove into every job with so much heart, even if it meant getting into trouble like this. Juniper told herself to stay cool, to keep that smile calm and minimal, but she couldn’t help the warmth rising below the surface as she watched Penny laugh.
Penny’s face burned even hotter. “J-JUHuHUniPER, PLehEHeASE!!” she wheezed, but the Slimes redoubled their efforts, one of them finding that dastardly sensitive spot just below her sides. Penny shrieked, her body jerking with laughter. “IhIhIHI CahaHHAHN’t TAHahHAKE iHiHIT!!!”
The Slimes showed no signs of stopping.
-
Penny collapsed against the steps of the farmhouse porch, her skin flushed and her breath still hitching from laughter. Juniper sat next to her, close enough that Penny could feel the heat emanating off her. The flustered ranch-hand tried to smooth down her wild, tickle-mussed hair, but her fingers quivered too much.
Juniper reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a small, well-used notebook: her own pocket copy of the Slimepedia. She skimmed the pages before holding it out to Penny. The sketch inside was unmistakable: round, yellow bodies, long antennae, and a label in Juniper’s neat handwriting saying, “Tickle Slimes.”
Penny’s eyes widened. “T-Tihickle Slimes??”
Juniper nodded. “New breed,” she said, simply. “Found ‘em in a cave in Indigo Quarry.” Juniper’s lips shivered with the memory. “I’d gone down to hunt for Gold Plorts and ended up trapped by a cave-in. Everything was pitch black except for these glowing yellow blobs, all huddled together in the deepest part of the cave.” She smiled wider, glancing at Penny. “When I tried to call for help, they came right up and started poking and wiggling at me. Took me a full hour to realize they weren’t dangerous, just curious. But every time I laughed, they shone brighter and seemed happier. That’s how I figured it out. They don’t eat fruit or meat or anything like that,” she drawled, tapping the notebook. “They feed on laughter.”
Penny blinked. “L-laughter...”
“Mhm.” Juniper’s voice was soft and amused. “Their slime makes skin more sensitive, like baby oil. And they can shape themselves to... well, you experienced it.”
Penny’s face burned. She could still feel the ghost of their wiggly pseudopodia on her ribs, her neck, the way their antennae had brushed behind her ears. She squirmed, pressing her knees together. “S-so they just... tickle people?”
Juniper nodded and leaned back against the porch steps. “Seems like it.”
Penny groaned and buried her face in her hands. “A-and you put them in a corral? Without warning me!”
Juniper chuckled, low and warm. “Figured you’d find out eventually. Always so thorough in your work.”
Penny looked through her fingers. Juniper was still smiling, her dark eyes wrinkling at the corners. Penny’s stomach did a small flip. She quickly looked away, her heart beating fast.
-
The next morning, Penny stood in front of the fridge, staring at the chore list. The usual tasks were there, feeding the Hen Hens, collecting the Plorts, checking the auto-feeders... but at the very bottom, in pink pen, was a new addition:
“Feed the Tickle Slimes.”
Penny’s face went up in flames. She could feel her ears turning red. The corral was right outside, right there! And Juniper had written that! On purpose!
She spent the morning rushing through her chores, her mind whirling. Every time she passed the Tickle Slime corral, she could hear the slight music box melody, and her skin shivered. She loved being tickled, but she hated admitting it. Did Juniper know? Is that why she’d written it down??
By the time she finished everything else, Penny was a mess of nerves. She waited at the corral, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. Maybe if she waited long enough, Juniper would wander by and handle it herself. Or she could just run back inside, pretend she hadn't seen the chore note at all, but Juniper would definitely notice. Besides, she didn't want to look unreliable, not now. She realized with a start that the music box had stopped playing. The Slimes inside were sluggish, their antennae sagging again, but instead of looking sad, they looked very grumpy.
Penny gulped nervously. “O-okay. Okay, you can do this. It’s just... just tickling. No big deal.”
She took in a deep breath, then stepped through the barrier.
The Slimes pounced.
Penny shrieked as their pseudopodia latched onto her, wiggling and squirming against every ticklish spot they could find. Without the music box to placate them, they were inexorable, their movements rough and desperate. Penny laughed so much that her stomach ached, until tears flowed down her face, until she was gasping for air.
“N-NOHOHOHO, W-WhahaHHAIT!! T-TOOoHOO mUHuHUCH!! T-TOOOHOHOO MUHUHUCHH!!” She kicked her legs, but the Slimes only clung tighter, their antennae flicking against the backs of her knees. Penny shrieked, her cackles turning gasping and high-pitched.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Juniper’s voice cut through the din: “I’ll turn the music box back on.”
Penny twisted her head to see Juniper standing beside the corral, her arms crossed. Her countenance was unreadable, but her eyes were soft.
“...if you answer my questions honestly,” Juniper added.
Penny nodded her head frantically, still giggling.
“Do you like your job here?”
Penny didn’t even hesitate. “YHEhEhes!! OHOhOF CouHuHRSE IhIHI DoHoHO!!”
Juniper’s lips quirked. “Do you like being tickled?”
Penny’s face burned. She opened her mouth to lie, but Juniper just arched an eyebrow, waiting.
Penny groaned through her cackles. “F-FIHiHINE-!! Y-YehEHEHS, IHIHI LIHiHIKE IhIhiT!! HahAHAHPPY??”
Juniper’s smile grew. “One more question.”
Penny’s heart pounded in her chest.
“Do you love me? Romantically?
Penny’s brain malfunctioned. Suddenly, she could hear her own heartbeat thumping in her ears, each thump rising over the sounds of her frantic laughter. Her cheeks reddened, her breath froze, and for a split second, it seemed that the world whirled with the syrupy-sweet fragrance of Slime Plorts filling up her nose. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. “WHahA- N-NOHOHO, IhIHI- ahHHAHAA!!!”
The Slimes chose that moment to discover her feet.
Penny shrieked, her legs kicking wildly as their pseudopodia wriggled into her socks. “Y-YEHEHEHEHES!!! Y-YEHehEHES, OKahHAHAY!! I-IHIhI HAHAVE, LihIhIKE, A MAHAHahASSIVE CRuHUHUSH OhoHn YOuHuU!! AhahAHARe yOuHUHu HahHAHAPPY nOHOHOW?!”
Juniper softened. She reached out and turned the music box back on. The Slimes immediately calmed, their movements growing gentle as the melody spread through the corral. Penny collapsed onto her back, panting and laughing weakly.
Juniper stepped into the corral and scooped Penny into her arms like it was nothing. Penny yelped, but Juniper just held her close, her strength making Penny feel small and safe.
As Juniper carried her back toward the farmhouse, Penny buried her face in Juniper’s shoulder, her cheeks still burning. Juniper stopped just outside the door. Then... she kissed her.
Penny’s heart flew. The ranch, the Slimes, the tickling, none of it mattered. Not when Juniper was holding her like this. Not when Juniper was finally kissing her.
-
A week later, Penny rose to the faint radiance of dawn shining through her bedroom window. She stretched, her fingers sweeping against the cloth of her pajamas, before sitting up with a grin. The ranch was quiet, the early air cool and sweet, but she could already hear the faraway sounds of the Slimes stirring in their corrals.
She slipped out of bed and walked over to her dresser, pulling out the outfit Juniper had planned for her to be her new uniform: a snug, lavender crop top, her favorite pair of denim short shorts, and a pair of loose, fuzzy socks that came up to her knees. She wiggled her toes into the socks, the soft fabric making her giggle a little bit. It was silly, maybe, but she wanted to be comfortable. And if the socks happened to make her feet extra sensitive to tickles... well, that was just a bonus.
Penny caught her image in the mirror and paused. Her cheeks were already pink, her eyes shining bright in anticipation. She took a long breath, rubbing her hands over her outfit. It wasn’t like she was nervous. Not really. It was just... her new routine. A special routine.
She came out of the farmhouse, the morning breeze brushing against her skin. The ranch teemed with the usual sounds: Rock Slimes tumbling over each other, Fire Slimes popping, Quantum Slimes being a fucking pain in the ass, and the occasional cluck! of a Hen Hen. But Penny’s attention was drawn, as always, to the corral near the farmhouse: the Tickle Slimes.
The music box played its mellow tune, the notes floating on the breeze. Penny bit her lip as she came closer, her heart drumming. The Slimes inside had already noticed her. They pressed against the force-field walls, their bright yellow bodies bouncing in excitement. Their antennae flickered eagerly, hungrily, their pseudopodia wiggling in anticipation.
Penny’s stomach fluttered. She could still remember the way Juniper had kissed her after that first confession, the way her strong arms had carried Penny back to the house like she weighed nothing. She could remember the way Juniper had smiled at her over breakfast the next morning, her dark eyes tender and knowing.
And she could remember the way the Tickle Slimes had made her laugh until she cried.
She drew in a deep breath, her fingers clenching into fists by her sides. “Okay, you little monsters,” she said quietly, moving closer to the corral. “Let’s g-get this over with.”
The Slimes bounced harder, their excitement tangible. Penny’s blush deepened. She was definitely not thinking about how much she loved this. She was definitely not thinking about how her skin already tingled in anticipation, or how her stomach was tied in knots of giddy nervousness. She paused briefly at the edge, biting her lip, then muttered to herself, "Okay, uhm, three minutes. That’s it. In and out, just a quick feed, then I'm out, okay?" The promise made her feel braver, like she had some kind of control, even as her heart quivered with something dangerously close to eager delight. Balancing on tiptoe, she gave herself one last nod, a little rule to hold onto before giving in.
She passed through the barrier.
The Slimes lunged.
Penny’s laughter exploded out of her before she could even take another breath. Their pseudopodia latched onto her sides, her belly, her thighs, wiggling and squirming against all her ticklish spots, all the spots they knew she loved. Their antennae flicked against her neck, behind her ears, and Penny broke into giggles, her body squirming as she tried to escape.
“N-NohOHOHhoHO, WWahahHAHIT!! T-ToohohO SeHhehENsiIHIhiTIVE!!” She silently cursed herself for making it so easy for them. A crop top???? Was Juniper trying to kill her???
But the Slimes were tireless, their movements eager and playful. Penny’s laughter filled the corral, high and squeaky and breathless, her eyes squeezing shut. She kicked her legs, her fuzzy socks making her feet even more sensitive as the Slimes wrapped around her ankles, their pseudopodia wiggling against the soft fabric.
Penny shrieked, her hands grabbing at the Slimes, but there was nothing for her to grab onto; every time she reached to pull one away from a particularly devilish spot, her hand merely grabbed jelly, finding no grip. They only ever took her attempts to pull them off as encouragement. They climbed up her arms, nuzzling her face and their antennae wiggling into her ears, and Penny laughed and laughed.
She collapsed onto her back, her body shaking and convulsing with laughter, her cheeks reddened, and her hair in a wild mess. The Slimes swarmed her, their touch light and insistent, their happy gurgles echoing in her ears.
Penny surrendered to it, her laughter pealing out across the ranch, bright and joyful and alive.
And somewhere in the distance, she could’ve sworn she heard Juniper whistling a tune, warm and fond, as the music box played on. The morning sun flowed over the ranch in golden tones, bathing the farms and the corrals in promise. All things felt as they should be in the gentle dawn.
silly lil imagine cuz i cant stop thinking about it
so! you're a remote drone pilot, with a headset, controlling a humanoid exploration drone in a deep cave rumored to have exotic fauna.
its dark, and you only have a shoulder-mounted flashlight to guide you through the treacherous subterranean landscape.
your sensors detect motion ahead, and you yelp, jumping a little as you turn, only for a colony of bats to go flapping indignantly past you.
a little embarrassed, you continue on, narrowly avoiding getting hit on the head by stalactites, until suddenly, in the gloom, you see something blue glowing, some bioluminescence.
intrigued and drawn towards the dim light, you think to yourself that oh, its probably just some cool-looking glowing algae... until it suddenly moves, quickly, way too quickly-
you freeze, looking around quickly to find where the thing went, wishing you had a spotlight instead of your little flashlight, and then-
suddenly, something makes contact with the drone, knocking it sideways, and the flashlight flies off and breaks against the far wall of the cavern.
blindly feeling around in the dark, the cameras not able to detect anything, suddenly the entire environment begins glowing bright blue, bluer than the sky in spring, bluer than the winter's thaw. as you reel backward, cameras adjusting to the light, you look up to see a massive creature, a fluffy-looking beast with fur softly glowing, standing on its hind two pairs of legs, both pairs of fluffy arms folded across its chest as it glares down at you
"ssssilly ssurface dwellersss,,, don't you know how rude it iss to barge into someone'ss home, shining your disssgusting synthetic lightss all over?" it hisses, glaring down at you with 4 sets of eyes. "why, ssomeone ought to teach you a lessonn..."
you feel your pulse quickening as the creature grins, pouncing onto you.... only you take a deep breath, comforting yourself with the knowledge that you're still safe in your research base, and that the creature was only going to make a mess of a quite-valuable piece of equipment.
curiously, the drone's sensors detected that something was scratching at the side of the torso, along with various other physical stimuli along the stomach and feet... was it trying to break in?
"hmm,, you're not asss ticklish as- wait,,, ohhh, ssilly mee!!"
the creature pulls back up into view of the cameras, resting its body on the drone to keep it pinned. "youuu're a little puppet, aren't you~?" it pokes on the drone's 'face,' playfully swinging its legs in the air as it toyed with the machinery. "but that would meannn,,, that on the other sside of these portalss,,," the creature tapped the cameras as it spoke, "there's a ssurface-dweller~ can you hear me, little puppeteer?"
using the drone's built-in microphone, you speak up: "what are you?" you ask. clearly it was a creature capable of complex higher thought, but it didn't seem to be familiar with human technology and possessed an anatomy entirely bizarre to you.
"ive been called many thingss! but my name iss Tiklahh, if that'ss what you meant!" the creature grinned into the cameras smugly avoiding giving you the answers you wanted.
"can you please get off the drone?" you ask. if your boss finds out you got the drone wrecked, you'd be packing your bags before lunchtime.
"d-drone? oh, the puppet? certainly! yess, i'll get right off!" the creature replies happily, but doesn't move a muscle. "oh, if only you were here,,,"
"pardon?" you ask. "can you clarify?"
"well, im a particular kind of monsster, y'know? sso when i ssaw your little puppet walking around down in my living room, i was super excited to have a new playmate!! only,,," the creature sighs, evidently disappointed.
you stay silent, waiting for it to continue, which eventually it does: "i was ssoooo excited to have a tickle fight with a new friend,,,"
your face heats up and your muscles tense. "i'm sorry, i must not have heard you correctly-"
"tickle fight? yeah itsss my favorite thing to do!! i jusst LOVE tickling cute little ssurface-dwellers! you got my hopess upppp!!" it whines, doodling little figures on the drone's faceplate with a claw.
you squirm a little in your chair, clearing your throat. w-what was with this thing??? "a-apologies, i suppose. now, if you would please get off the drone-"
"because if you weeere here, little sssurface-dweller, iii think i would go for your ssides first!! that was my plan anyway! jusst sscribbling my claws up and down your ssensitive little sidess and listening to those adorable squealss you make~"
you drew a shaky breath, pressing your back against the chair as the creature's teasy, taunting face filled the cameras' view
"and i could use my fluffy tailss to wiggle allll against your tummy~ and maybe your feetsiess, too~!!"
"s-stop it-!" you squeaked out, but it ignored you
"maybe i could blow some raspberries! oh those are sso fun!! right on your cute lil neck, i think~!"
"h-hey! i-i mean it-!!" you try to squirm out of the creature's grasp, but it has the drone nice and pinned, as it explains to you exactly what it would do to you if you were there-
"and ssome playful lil nibbles on your bellyyy~ some scribbles in your underarmsss~ can't forget to make ssure you have all thirty-ssix ribss~!"
"t-twenty-four- we have twenty-four-" you correct, trying to regain some dignity
"only twenty-four? huh, thatss new,,, but sstill, that just meanss i'll have to give them all the more attention!!" it coos, before letting out a little yelp at the beeping the drone was letting off
in your vision, the words 'low battery' began flashing
"a-are you about to blow me up, ssurface-dweller-"
"nO-!! no, no, the drone's battery- uh, the uhm, the puppet's energy is running out, so it needs to be charged before it can be moved again-" you quickly explain
"oh! well,,, if that'ss the case~" the creature leans back up, sticking out a long, forked tongue tauntingly. "feel free to come down and get it then~ i look forward to meeting you, ssssurface-dweller~"
as the camera's vision goes dark, you gulp nervously as you take off the headset
to avoid losing your job, you had to collect the drone,,, but now, you knew what was waiting for you down there-!! poor you~
okay shocker its been a minute lmao- listen i have a fic for you so shush!! lets pretend i post regularly okay? okay- this story is dedicated to all the creatives out there who neglect their OCs! if you don't do something about it soon, they certainly will~!!
this was inspired by @aislinneevee's teases (see: this post) everyone say 'thank you aislinn' >:[
btw this isnt the start of a series, this is one-off, so dw
Rejects
Words: 1,883
Pairing: Lers!Fang, Snickerdoodle, Whisker, Zizzle, and Archibumble, Lee!Reader
Warning: Uh dream logic! cuz it was inspired by a dream
Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have taken that shortcut.
That’s my only thought as I sprint down the dimly lit hallway, my sneakers slapping against the cracked linoleum. The building looms around me, a labyrinth of peeling paint and flickering lights with doors that groan so tremendously loud. I don’t even know what this place is; at first, I thought it was a hospital, but then I found myself running through a carpenter’s workshop, and then through a ship’s engine room. Nothing makes any sense, and all I know is that I’m completely lost. The air smells like dust and something faintly electrical, like how it smells before a storm.
Then I hear laughter.
It starts soft, just a giggle from somewhere behind me. I skid to a stop, pressing my back against the wall. My breath comes in ragged gasps. Okay. Okay, just my imagination. Just the wind, maybe just an old HVAC unit. Just-
A shadow shifts at the end of the hall.
I don’t wait to see what it is. Not the wind, not the wind! I run, my heart hammering so hard that it feels like it’s going to crack a rib. I hang a sharp left, bursting into what looks like an old classroom. Desks are overturned, papers scattered across the floor like confetti. The door slams shut behind me, and I press my hands against it, as if that’ll keep whatever’s out there from getting in. If I weren’t fending for my life, I’d examine those papers on the floor a bit more closely, because there’s a doodle on that one that looks so much like...
The giggling starts again, closer this time.
“Monsters aren’t real,” I mutter under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. “Monsters aren’t real, they’re not-”
Something taps my shoulder.
I scream.
I whirl around, and there it is.
It’s tall. It’s way, way too tall. Its limbs are long and spindly, like a spider that decided on a whim to be bipedal, and its fingers end in these weird, almost feathery tips. It’s covered in a light, fuzzy fur, like it’s been rolled in a pile of dust bunnies. It’s the color of pitch, and if it weren’t for the occasional flicker of the bare lightbulb on the ceiling, I’d have trouble making it out in the gloom. Its eyes are big and round, and it’s giggling, one hand clamped over its mouth to stifle the sound.
“Oh, you’re fast,” Fang says, voice high and breathy. “I like fast!”
“You... you’re not real,” I stammer, backing up until my legs hit a desk. “This is a dream. A nightmare. A really, really weird fucking nightmare. This is what I get for taking that cheap melatonin.”
“You really shouldn’t be taking that stuff.” Fang then tilts its head. “But if it’s a nightmare,” it says, “then why do you feel so ticklish?”
Before I can process that, its feather-tipped fingers flick towards my tummy.
I yelp, twisting away and rolling very (not) nimbly across a desk, but it’s already darting back, disappearing behind a chair with another giggle. My skin tingles where it touched me, like static electricity mixed with... my very ticklish sensitivity. I clutch my stomach, glaring at the now-empty space.
“You’re nohoot fuuhunny!” I snap, trying to sound threatening and failing.
Fang’s giggle echoes from somewhere else in the room. “You sound pretty funny, though.”
I decide not to stick around to argue. I bolt for the door, yanking it open, and collide with a wall of fur.
Another... thing stands there, arms crossed, a smug grin stretching across its round, bearlike face. It’s built like a brick wall, with a big belly that shakes when it laughs, and its paws are huge, padded things with these little retractable claws that look like they’re made of silicone rubber.
“Going somewhere?” Snickerdoodle rumbles, voice deep and amused.
I scramble back. “S-stay away from me!”
Snickerdoodle snickers very characteristically, loud and obnoxious, like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Oh, they’re so adorable when they run.” It takes a step forward, and the floor creaks under its weight. “Makes the chase more fun.”
I swallow hard. “You’re not real. None of you are real.”
Its grin widens. “You seem awfully nervous for someone surrounded by not-real creatures.”
I don’t have a witty reply to that. I’ll think of one later. I turn and book it, weaving between desks, but I can hear it lumbering after me, its chuckles bouncing off the walls. I duck into another hallway, skidding around a corner-
-and I slam into something squishy.
The third creature lets out a surprised “oof!” as I crash into it. It’s like hitting a pile of ooblek: my hands sink into its body, and it wobbles, its noodlelike arms flailing. Its face consists of two gumdrops and a tiny, cashew nose, and it looks more startled than I do.
“Oh! Hi!” Whisker says, voice squeaky. “You okay? That looked like it hurt!”
With effort, I yank my hands back, wiping them on my jeans like that’ll erase the feeling of its squishy... skin? Surface. “D-don’t touch me!”
Whisker’s eyes widen. “Oh, well, I didn’t mean to! I just...” It wobbles forward, arms outstretched. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look really scared!”
“I’m fine,” I say through gritted teeth, sidestepping it. “I’m just... this isn’t happening. Monsters aren’t real.”
Whisker tilts its head, blinking. “But... but we are,” it says, like one stating that the sky is blue. “I’m Whisker! What’s your name?”
“I know what your damn name is!” I snap, backing away. I don’t know exactly how, but I know these creatures; I’ve seen them all before. They’re all so familiar to me, but not like this.
Whisker’s lower lip trembles. “O-oh, okay...” It sniffles, its body jiggling like gelatin. “I just wanted to be friends...”
Great. Now I feel like a jerk. But before I can say anything, a slithering noise fills the air, and Whisker’s eyes light up.
“Oh! It’s Zizzle! Hi, Zizzle!”
I don’t have time to ask where it is before something zooms past behind me, a blur of green and hissing.
I press my back against the far wall of the hallway, trying desperately to make out the figure in the dark beside Whisker. I glance to the right just in time to see a tall, looming serpentine figure above me.
Its snake-tail stretches away into the darkness out of sight, and the tendrils on the top of its head wiggle like tiny serpents. It grins down at me, eyes sparkling.
“HI!!” it says, way too loud. “You’re fast! Can we play? Oh, can we please, please play? I haven’t played in forever!!”
“I... what-?” I stammer, pushing myself off the wall away from the eager snake-creature.
Zizzle zips in a circle around me, its tail sliding across the tile floor almost soundlessly, looping around me excitedly. “C’mon, c’mon! It’ll be fun, I promise!”
“N-No!” I yelp, vaulting over the tail and stumbling over myself in the process. Its fingers graze my arm, and I jolt, the mere touch sending a fuzzy tickly feeling shooting up to my shoulder. I scramble backward, clutching my arm. “S-StoHop that!!”
Zizzle pouts. “Oh, you’re no fun.”
Before I can retort, a suave, smooth voice cuts in.
“Now, now, Zizzle. Let’s not overwhelm our guest. We get so few of those as it is.”
I turn slowly toward the voice. The fifth monster leans against the doorway, looking like someone crossed a Victorian gentleman with a bumblebee. It’s tall, with a striped waistcoat over its fuzzy body, and its arms are folded behind its back. Its face is round and cheerful, with a monocle perched over one eye and a top hat sitting atop its head.
“Good evening,” it says, tipping its hat. “Archibumble J. Fuzzington. Charmed to make your acquaintance.”
“That’s-” I smile despite myself. I remember making that name. I was high as hell. “Suhuch a stupid name...”
“I’ll have you know I hail from a long and prestigious line of Fuzzingtons, thank you very much. But that’s of no matter. I do hope you’re enjoying your stay.”
“I’m not staying!” I say, voice cracking a bit. “I’m leaving, right now! As soon as I can remember how...”
Archibumble sighs. “Ah, such a shame. We so rarely get visitors, you know. If only whoever created us spared us rejects a second thought, hm?”
I don’t wait to hear more. I run, shoving past it, but the hallway seems to stretch longer than before, longer and longer and longer into the distance. As I run with every ounce of strength, I feel like I’m going nowhere, and I hear the sound of footsteps behind me. Casually, the five monsters walk alongside me before standing in front of me. I skid to a halt, only having made it a few feet down the hallway.
They all stand before me, Fang peeking out from behind Snickerdoodle. Whisker wobbles nervously, eyes wide. Zizzle slithers back and forth behind them, as if trying to burn off excess energy or preparing for something big. Archibumble steps forward, pulling a cane from thin air and leaning on it with a sigh.
“My dear,” it says, “you really should stop running. It’s only making this more difficult.”
I stumble backward, landing on my butt and scrambling away as much as I can. “D-Difficult for who?”
Archibumble smiles. “Well, for you, of course.”
They all move in.
Fang darts in first, feathertips brushing against my tummy. I squeal, twisting away, but then Snickerdoodle’s there, its big paws clamping around my waist, tickly claws vibrating against my sides. I buck, laughing despite myself, and Whisker bounces into me, its squishy body wiggling against my thighs.
“NoHoHohO!! StoHoHohop, IhIHihI SwEehHEHEAr!!” I gasp, but Zizzle’s behind me, its staticky fingers dancing over my neck, and I shriek, my laughter turning hysterical.
Archibumble steps forward, its voice warm. “Don’t you see? Isn’t this easier than running?”
I can’t even answer. I’m laughing too hard, tears streaming down my face as Fang’s feathers tickle my ears, Snickerdoodle’s claws vibrate against my sides, Whisker’s squishy body against my thighs, and Zizzle’s static fingers send jolts of laughter through my body.
“AHAHAHAHSSHOHOHOHOLESS!!!” I cackle, and they finally relent, leaning me against a wall.
Archibumble chuckles, patting my shoulder. “There, there, little one. It’s alright, you’ll get used to this place soon enough.”
I collapse against the wall, giggling helplessly. “Tihihihickle mohohonsters... ahaharen’t reehheall...”
Fang grins. “We are, though! You made sure of that.”
Snickerdoodle snickers. “We are yours, and now, you’re ours~!”
Whisker hugs my leg. “P-please don’t be mad! And don’t leave us again-!”
Zizzle slithers in for a quick scribble on my cheek. “This is so much fun~!!”
Archibumble sighs, shaking its head. “Oh, poor dear. I admit, I feel bad for you, but then, then I simply remember that you created us for this purpose, and then abandoned us to this place of forgotten ideas. That always puts things into context.”
As they all descend on me again, tickling and laughing and refusing to let me go, I realize something terrible... They’re absolutely right. Because of me, tickle monsters are real. And I’m never getting out of here.
