Are there any pairings (not necessarily romantic) that you would not be willing to draw? Or any boundaries for art you wanna lay down in general?
The only absolutely hard no I would have for pairings would be Megastar and Breakbee. For me, it's not really my cup of tea, I'm really sorry. Other than that, I would be willing to do any other pairings platonic or otherwise! Usually I will specify.
On top of that, I DO NOT take requests for human x transformers pairings. Most of that art is reserved for personal circumstances.
As for boundaries: Please don't send me any nsfw asks or dms. I don't do roleplay either. Additionally, please don't pressure me if I don't get to your request right away. Art takes a while for me to do, and with my demand avoidance it will probably only prolong me not fulfilling the request. Thank you very much for sending in this ask.
AS FOR THE REST:
Hi, I'm Gabe! Or you can call me Jelly too, I don't mind. I'm an artist and writer in the tickle community! My pronouns are he/him.
All requests are closed, I'm sorry
On top of that, my blog is STRICTLY SAFE FOR WORK. Nothing nasty in the inbox or dms or you WILL be blocked.
I feel like TFA blitzwings laugh when he’s being tickled he would squeak and squeal a lot in his icy personality but in his Hothead one he would snort more and have that deep laugh and his Random personality he would just have that little kid laugh. Sorry for the long text for you to read tho😭
i love reading long texts so dw!!
wholeheartedly agree with this btw, Random would absolutely screech while laughing i feel like. not a normal screech but a full on sonar scream that would nearly break a bot's audials. He would kick his pedes too I feel like... Hothead would swear at you and bang on the floor around him if you got him in a really horrible spot. icy would try to curl up in the fetal position to get away.. i feel like Blitzwing is horribly ticklish on his back right below his wings because it's such a rarely touched spot, you know?
He feel like his random side would be such an eager lee too. When he's is rando mode, I can just imagine flopping down onto someone lap with his arms raised, giving the person full access to his back and wings. He'll kick his legs and hit flail his arms, but he'd never try to get away or even half-heartedly tell them to stop. Just full-on enjoys himself without being embarrassed about it
… *inhales* g1 megatron is the worse Ler to ever walk on cybertron. Hear me out-.
That mech is the definition of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ and one of the less likely things he’d do… which would actually be very much the thing he’s most likely to do.
You’d think he’d be not at all interested in the method… you’d be f@&king wrong. Starscream will even admit he’s the worse Ler and that’s saying something.
To any autobot out there. Just pray megatron’s not in charge of interrogation duty, if he is? Good luck.
(… I’d think he’d be the worst Ler of all the decepticons, I’ve thought about it and darn it it’s flustering! Even beats Soundwave and the mech’s a mind read-… damn. Oh! Before I forget, yes you can keep the skit.)
you're absolutely right about g1 megatron but can we discuss tfa megatron too? i know that man has flustered countless lees and everyone who has dared you counter him knows this. he WILL get information out of you and he absolutely WILL tease you while he's poking at your underarms and ribs. NOTORIOUS for the rib counting game. bumblebee got caught by him once and was laughing so loud half the Earth could hear him. prowl also got caught once and ended up spilling information about the autobot base and in my Mind Palace i like to imagine he visits them weekly for a "check-in"... or like maybe he wiggles his fingers in a certain way and everyone on the battlefield is folding like lawn chairs in california heat..
earthspark megs would be a lot gentler but would still have some of the meanest teases next to tarantulas i feel like. "oh, is that too much for you, little lee?" and then he would move to an even worse spot like what if i kill what if i, kill you.
i'm trying to get back into making content for this blog! i was shamed out of it a while back and i've been hesitant to touch it again but yayy i'm here
I feel like TFA blitzwings laugh when he’s being tickled he would squeak and squeal a lot in his icy personality but in his Hothead one he would snort more and have that deep laugh and his Random personality he would just have that little kid laugh. Sorry for the long text for you to read tho😭
i love reading long texts so dw!!
wholeheartedly agree with this btw, Random would absolutely screech while laughing i feel like. not a normal screech but a full on sonar scream that would nearly break a bot's audials. He would kick his pedes too I feel like... Hothead would swear at you and bang on the floor around him if you got him in a really horrible spot. icy would try to curl up in the fetal position to get away.. i feel like Blitzwing is horribly ticklish on his back right below his wings because it's such a rarely touched spot, you know?
I had this idea for Hermes getting his wings preened by Apollo and Athena
But Apollo decided to be a lil shit
But as i kept thinking about it, i just couldnt stop there
So
I wrote a fanfic on it :3
Its under the cut
Enjoy :3
Preening a god
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It was a quiet evening on Mount Olympus, the sun was just starting to dip behind the ocean as Apollo made his return. Athena was in her room taking off her armor and fixing her hair for bed, when a thought crossed her mind. She couldn't help but notice how peaceful the evening was. It was quiet. Too quiet. Normally, there was a mischievous, little god fluttering around the palace, causing a ruckus. But it was so quiet that Athena could hear the soft chirps of crickets. Where was Hermes?
Hermes was curled up in his bed, head covered with a blanket as he tossed and turned, groaning as he rubbed his ankles on the edge of his bed. It was that time of the year where gods and goddesses with feathers or wings would go through a molt, and unfortunately, Hermes was always the last one to do so. He hated it with a burning passion, he felt so itchy and uncomfortable. And to make matters worse, the molt messed with his ability to fly properly.
The silence became too much for Athena. Sighing, she stood up from her vanity and walked out of her room to go find her little brother. Walking down the hall, she ended up running into a very tired Apollo, “Ah hello Apollo.” She greeted, “Have you seen Hermes?”
Apollo let out a long yawn before shaking his head, “I'm afraid I haven't. Why? Is something wrong?” He asked, slight concern growing in his voice.
“I haven't seen him all evening, and it's been very quiet” Athena explained, shifting her gaze to the doors lining the hall, “Maybe he's in his room?”
Apollo thought for a moment that it was odd that Hermes wasn't causing mischief, and that the halls were not filled with his high pitched cackles. “That is rather odd. He hardly spends any time in his room unless he wants to be alone. Which is almost never”
“That's why I'm a bit concerned.” Athena nodded, “Come on. Let's go see if he's in his room, and if he's not, we'll ask around” she led Apollo down to Hermes's bedroom door.
“Hermes? Are you in there?” Athena asked through the door, gently knocking on the golden wood.
After a moment, both Athena and Apollo heard shifting and frustrated groaning coming through the door, “Go away! I do not want visitors in my current state!” Hermes called out from behind the door.
At first, Apollo thought he was being dramatic again, but Athena noticed something in his voice. Genuine frustration. “Hermes. Are you alright?” She asked gently, cracking the door open to peek in the room.
“I said I don't want visitors!” Hermes grumbled, throwing a pillow at Athena's head before ducking back under his blankets.
Athena yelped slightly at the pillow, shutting the door in time to shield herself. She then turned back towards Apollo, who looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh. “Don't you dare.” She scolded, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, “Something is wrong with him. He never kicks anyone out of his room, let alone us.”
Apollo pondered for a moment before moving to the door, “Let me try something” he said softly, knocking a cheerful tune on the door, “Hermes~ I am respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my role as your big brother by coming in anyways~” He smiled, opening the door wide, causing Athena to smack her own forehead in regret, “And this is why I'm the goddess of wisdom, and you aren't.”
Hermes was fully under his blanket, letting out a frustrated growl as Apollo sat down on the edge of the bed, “I said I didn't want visitors. Go away..” he mumbled from under his blanket.
“Not a chance, little brother. Not until you tell us what is wrong” Apollo said casually, lounging back on his bed.
Athena sighed, taking a seat on the other side of the blanket lump of Hermes, “We're just worried about you, Hermes. I haven't seen you all evening and it was very quiet in the halls.”
Hermes grumbled as he sat up, the blanket still over his head, “I just didn't want anyone to see me in this state..” he mumbled, looking embarrassed.
Both Athena and Apollo started to grow concerned at how aloof their little brother was being, “What do you mean, Hermes?” Athena asked softly, placing a gentle hand on Hermes's shoulder.
The young god sighed before lowering the blanket from his head, revealing messy brown hair and scraggly looking wings, “This is what I mean..I'm a mess..” He sighed, looking away from his older sister.
Apollo and Athena looked at each other, feeling sympathetic for their little brother. Athena especially. She knew how it felt to go through the molt, and how debilitating it could be. “Hermes. Do you want us to help you preen your wings?” Athena asked softly, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Hermes perked up at the offer, “Yes! Please, help me look beautiful again, darling!” He begged, gripping Athena's dress while making the biggest puppy eyes he could muster. Apollo chuckled at his little brother's antics, finding them very endearing.
Sitting cross legged on the bed, Athena let Hermes rest his head on her lap, while Apollo sat near his feet.
“Just relax, Hermes.” Athena started.
“When we're done, you'll be fit and glowing once more~” Apollo finished.
Athena started gently running her fingers through the feathers of his head wings, pulling any loose feathers from them. Meanwhile, Apollo did the same thing for the ankle wings. Hermes practically melted. It felt so good to not be constantly itchy.
This went on for a few minutes, the soft touches and relief from the itching almost made Hermes fall asleep as he melted into Athena's lap. However, that changed when Apollo had to adjust his little brother's foot. He had gently grabbed his toes to move his foot up, seeming to forget how sensitive the young god's feet are.
Hermes's eyes snapped open as he squealed loudly, moving his head away from Athena's hand. Apollo pulled his hands away for a moment, processing what just happened, before smirking. “Apollo. Don't” Athena warned, trying to calm Hermes. But it was useless, Apollo already moved to straddle Hermes's legs.
“Aww little brother, whatever was that adorable noise?” Apollo teased, tracing his fingers up Hermes's sole.
The reaction was instant. Hermes started cackling loudly, squeaking when Apollo reached his toes, “NYAHAAHAHA!! AHAPOLLO!!” He laughed loudly, flapping his free wings, causing tiny feathers to fall out.
Athena was starting to struggle to keep Hermes's head still with how much he was laughing and squirming, “Cut it out Apollo! You're making him squirm!” she scolded, holding one wing in one hand and the top of his head in the other.
“Aww come on, ‘Thena! He loves it!” Apollo said smugly, still holding Hermes's toes in one hand, while continuing to preen and tickle his wing on his other foot.
Hermes was in hysterics, squealed and flailing around like a fish out of water. At one point, Apollo lightly gripped under his middle toe and Hermes lost it. The young god started squeaking and smacking Apollo's shoulder frantically, “NOHOHO!! NAHAT THEHERE!! AHAPOLLO!!” Hermes begged, smacking his brother's shoulder faster. Despite his protests, Hermes was having a lot of fun, even though Athena was clearly getting fed up.
“Apollo. We are supposed to be preening him, not tickling him.” She scolded, trying to properly preen Hermes's head wings. However, the soft touches on them, plus the accidental brush of Athena's hand on his ear, Hermes was becoming more and more squirmy, “Hermes can you at least try to hold still?” She asked gently, with a slight hint of annoyance at Apollo in her voice.
“HA! That’s like asking father to not cheat on Hera!” Apollo cackled, now gently burying his fingers into the base of the ankle wings, which earned a loud screech from Hermes, “SCREEEEEHEHEEEE!! AHAHAAHAPOLLO!!” He squealed, smacking at his brother's shoulder once again.
“You know, little brother, you haven't asked me to stop once. I'm not sure that word is in your vocabulary.” Apollo teased, tracing around his little brother's ankle, earning a chirp.
“No. But it is in my vocabulary, Apollo. Now stop this so we can continue preening.” Athena scolded, trying her best to keep Hermes's head still.
Despite the warning, Apollo wasn't ready to stop yet. There was one more thing he wanted to try. Grabbing one of the fallen feathers, Apollo traced the fluffy end up and down Hermes's foot.
It felt like he had just been electrocuted with tickles as he barked out a loud laugh, before dissolving into squeaky cackles, “EEEEEEEEHEHEEEEK!! NAHAT THAHAT!!” He squealed, thrashing harder in Athena's lap.
“Apollo! Knock it off!” She said firmly, clearly not amused.
Apollo groaned but moved his hands away from Hermes's feet, “Fiiiiine. You're no fun, ‘Thena.” He pouted, moving off of the young god's legs.
Athena rolled her eyes as Hermes laid panting in her lap, still giggling from the aftershocks, “Eeheh..heh..thahat wahas fun..” he panted.
“HA! See? He loved it.” Apollo announced proudly, causing Athena to smack him upside the head, “I know he enjoyed it, you idiot.” She huffed, “Now then. Shall we continue Preening him?”
Apollo rubbed his head where Athena had just smacked him, but agreed.
The rest of the preening went off without any more distractions. Hermes let out a few small giggles here and there, but aside from that, he was relaxed and felt a lot happier than before.
After about 20 minutes, Hermes's wings were back to their dazzling white state, not a loose feather in sight.
He sat up with a mighty stretch before looking in the mirror, “Holy Moly! They look better than before! Thank you both so much!” He said cheerfully, hugging his older siblings tight, his newly preened wings fluttering happily.
“Any time, little brother.” Apollo chuckled, ruffling Hermes's hair.
Athena couldn't help but smile at her little brother, “I bet they feel a whole lot better, huh?” She smiled, rubbing his cheek with her thumb.
“Ah yes! They feel so much better. Now I don't feel like I'm gonna go insane.” Hermes sighed in relief, flopping back onto his bed.
“It's nice to see you got your dramatic charm back, Wings.” Apollo teased, poking him in the side, causing a squeak.
Hermes just whacked Apollo in the head with a pillow in response to the poke, “ACK! Hey!” Apollo yelped.
“As much as I love our tickle fights, Apollo, I am really tired now.” He huffed playfully, following that up with a yawn.
His yawn was rather contagious, causing not only Apollo to yawn in response, but Athena as well.
“Mmm I guess that makes three of us.” Athena chuckled tiredly, laying back on Hermes's bed. Apollo followed suit, laying down next to Athena.
Hermes snuggled up on her other side, letting out another yawn as Athena laid sandwiched between her two brothers.
She wasn't planning on having a sleep over, but after a long day training her warriors, she wasn't going to complain. Neither was Apollo after a long day of pulling the sun in his chariot. Soon, the three siblings drifted off into a peaceful slumber, soft smiles etched onto their faces as they held each other close.
Heyyy!! Here's a scenario of Lee!Knockout with Ler!Smokescreen and Ler!Bumblebee! (This is platonic) (God this is cringe so I'm sorry about that) (Car trine cheer up tickles they're so cute)
Ever since Knock Out joins the autobots, and after Breakdown's death. Knock Out felt left out and sad because Breakdown isn't here. Knock Out still didn't get used into getting praised from the autobots considering that he didn't get any praise when he's a Decepticon
Bumblebee and Smokescreen both saw Knock Out, practically felt left out and doing his work alone
Bumblebee, felt bad for Knock Out because he knows before that, The Decepticons would never take Knock Out seriously
Smokescreen, got an idea. He saw what humans call them 'Tickling'. Smokescreen saw Miko and Jack doing it so maybe him and Bumblebee could do the same to Knock Out as well
They both walked into the room
Knock Out, not looking up, already inspecting Smokescreen and Bumblebee, asking what do they want
Smokescreen, feeling mischievous, without process, wrapping his arms around him, trapping him
Knock Out, surprised, tried to move away but Smokescreen grip is too strong
Bumblebee, then slowly walking towards Knock Out, wiggling his servos
Knock Out, tried to get away but as he could do that
Bumblebee, tickles Knock Out
Knock Out, tried to hold back his laughter
Smokescreen, smirking, told Knock Out to let out his laughter for a while
Bumblebee, hit a sensitive spot between Knock Out's hips
Knock Out, burst out laughing, giggling
Knock Out, let out a few snorts as well which both Smokescreen and Bumblebee thinks it's extremely adorable
This is a short little fic I made cause I was bored hehe I hope you enjoy though
Bumblebee sat on Rachet’s workbench, kicking his legs as they dangled off the side. He was looking all around the room as if he’d never seen it before. In reality, the energy filled scout couldn’t keep his eyes focused in one spot for longer than a minute. He tapped his fingers on the metal surface.
Ratchet was working on fixing one of the yellow bot’s boosters. He was able to detach it so Bumblebee didn’t have to stay there, but Bee insisted. He thought it would be an act of kindness to give Ratchet some company, but the older bot was much more happy working alone.
The constant sound of Bumblebee’s fingers on the table was driving him crazy. He slammed his wrench down and gave the yellow mech an angry glare. Bee smiled nervously and stopped fidgeting. However, it wouldn’t last long.
Within a minute, the bot was making noises with his mouth. Pops and clicks and pops and clicks. Ratchet threw his hands in the air and groaned.
“Bumblebee! If you’re going to be in here, I need you to be quiet!” He exclaimed, “Why don’t you just go to the main room and play one of your video games?”
“I just wanted to spend some time with you! Is that such a crime!” Bumblebee huffed.
“It might as well be when you’re interfering with my work! Do you want this thing fixed or not?”
“Ugh, fine! I’ll get out of your processors.”
With that, the yellow bot got off the table and began exiting the room. Not before giving a sly remark.
“Maybe I should just get Sari to fix it since your joints are getting stiff.”
The comment should’ve been an inside thought, but it managed to slip its way out. He immediately knew he was going to regret it, as he heard Ratchet’s wrench fall to the floor.
The older bot slowly turned around. “What did you say?” He asked, a furious glare in his eyes.
The two were frozen in a stare down for what seemed like forever. Bumblebee took a step back.
“I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT DON’T HURT MEEEEE!!!” He pled as he ran out of the room. Ratchet followed after him.
“BUMBLEBEE! GET YOUR BUMPER BACK HERE!” The angry bot’s yell echoed through the warehouse.
The others had left to go hang out with Sari, so there was nobody there to help. All Bumblebee could do was hope Ratchet gave up before he got to him.
He ran into his room, but before he could use something to block the door, Ratchet managed to force his way in. The door hit Bumblebee and knocked him to the ground.
Recovering from the short daze, his vision focused to see Ratchet standing above him. His lip in an angry snarl.
Bumblebee scooted backwards on the floor. “Please, Ratchet! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” He pleaded, trying to do anything that would save him.
“You say I have stiff joints, eh?” Without acknowledging the smaller mech’s pleas, he picked him up and wrapped one of his arms around his chest plate. “Well let’s test that theory!”
Bumblebee squealed as he felt digits fluttering up and down his side. He kicked his feet and tried pushing himself out of Ratchet’s grasp, but to no avail.
“EHEHAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHATCHET STAHAHAP IT!” He yelled. His face began to flush from his laughter.
Ratchet maneuvered the smaller bot around so he was still trapped, but both of the older bot’s hands were free. Now he was using both his servos to attack him.
Bumblebee squeaked and snorted, unable to escape. Every now and then he let out a small plea, but it was quickly interrupted by laughter. Ratchet was getting into every little space he could, trying to find the best spots to keep torturing the yellow bot.
“Stiff joints!” Ratchet said, recalling the remark again. “Just because some of us aren’t young n’ spry anymore doesn’t mean we’re weak!”
“I KNOHOHOHOW IM SAHAHAHARRYYYYY!!!” Bumblebee didn’t know how much longer he could take. Even worse, he didn’t know how much longer Ratchet would continue.
Then, it stopped. Bumblebee was still giggling from the leftover sensation. However, he wasn’t safe yet.
Ratchet had him cradled in his arms. His mouth curled into an evil grin. Bumblebee’s eyes widened as he looked down at his stomach.
“You-… you wouldn’t…” Bumblebee said, frozen in terror.
“Just watch me.”
Ratchet took a deep breath in and blew a massive raspberry into the yellow bot’s tummy, causing him to scream in a pitch he didn’t think he could get to and then return to a ball of laughs.
The older bot continued by switching between small raspberries and using his free servo to tickle up and down Bumblebee’s stomach. The smaller bot thrashed around, but Ratchet’s hold on him was too tight.
After a minute, Ratchet stopped his attack and let Bumblebee collect himself. He smiled as he watched the yellow bot giggle and squirm around in his arms.
“Joints aren’t so stiff now, are they?” He teased.
“Nohoho… they’re not..” Bumblee replied, out of breath.
Ratchet set him down and gave him a pat on the head. “I’m gonna go finish up on that booster. You want to join me?”
Bumblebee shook his head. “I think I’ll just stay here! Hehehe…”
it made me cry twice but i love it (i will cry at the drop of a hat it does not take much at all)
ALSO GUYS I TRIED A NEW RENDERING METHOD AND IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE WITH IT ITS SM FUN AND LOOKS SO GOOD IM DEAD
they should have taken advantage of rocky's little mesh glove thingy imo HKFDSHHEHHEE
ALSO IM SORRY IDK HOW TO DRAW ROCKY I THINK I MADE HIM TOO SMALL BUT IDC
im so serious a tiggle scene would have fit so well honestly cuz its such a cute movie i dont think it would like be cringy at all it would make sense and just be so cute im sobbing
ALSO IM SEEING PPL SHIPPING GRACE AND SIMON FROM IRON LUNG AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT OMG THE SHIP NAME??? YALL ARE SO SMART hello i am calmmmm
