Okay, maybe I should make a short intro with some infos I find important about myself:
I am 23 years old, and I use he/him pronouns. Tickling is a comfort thing to me, not really a kink. That doesn't mean I want minors interacting with me. I don't know if I'll ever post any of my tickle media, but I'll mostly be reblogging here anyway. Just trying to support artists and stuff and leaving them compliments.
And something super important that I feel the need to clarify:
I am queer, so I do want this to be a safe space for others. If I ever interact with a bigot, please tell me.
I am terrible with social cues, so please excuse me if I'm being weird. If you want me to stop, then please just tell me, I promise I won't be mad. Tone tags are appreciated, but not a must.
getting tickled while u try to infodump <3 getting teased about why youre stopping when its something youre so passionate about <33 getting asked genuinely good questions and suffering the pure agony of not being able to stop laughing enough to answer <333
Hehheheehhe your tags on my posts make me so insanely happy thank you friend!!! <3 <3 <3
THANK YOU!!!!! That's so reassuring because I always believe that I'm annoying you lovely people with my tags so I'm glad my silly tags can make you happy!!!
I've been feeling a bit ill lately so I haven't had a lot of spoons for new art BUT I always have the spoons for tk charts!!! :3c
Decided to make one for the main villain of my cryptid story, Silphium. She's a bleeding heart dove cryptid that represents child death. She's actually a very tragic villain but shh that's a story for another time lol
Her whole thing is she's tracking Sophia down for some unknown reason and she sends out shadow minions to do her bidding. But her true purpose seems unclear, as she claims she doesn't want any harm to come to Sophia. I wonder what that meaaaaans?
Personality wise she's melancholic but determined, acting as a 'mother' to her minions. She makes deals with humans who have lost their children and promises to bring them back to life if they can fulfill their end of the bargain. Spoiler they never usually do 😔
Anyway I want to wreck her shit LOL <3 She's prettttttty so have some hcs under the cut!
As a ler:
Mean and coos at her lees cause she thinks they're sooooo cute
Loves to use her claws to gently rake over people's worst spots
"Aw, what lovely sounds you make my little songbird~"
Is actually pretty gentle all things considered, doesn't push her lees to their limit unless it's like...an interrogation situation. Then she's mean af
Loves to give lovebites
As a lee:
Can't handle what she dishes out
Has a cute, squealy cackly laugh when you get her worst spots
Cannot handle her feet being touched hehe
Be careful as she probably will kick you
Makes happy pigeon cooing sounds if she's gently tickled on lesser ticklish spots
Tickling In Pixel This has been so much fun to dooooo!! I do hope you like it @smolknismofox. I really hope I captured Pixel well. QuQ I had so much fun drawing them!! I may even add to this at some point if possible. X///3
Hello! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but on your introduction post it says that you have an OC named "Pixel". May I ask what the tag would be so I can find him? I went through your art tag, but I couldn't find him. :o I'd love to know what he looks like!
Have a nice day ^^
This reminded me I need to post more of my old art haha
Pixel is my one of my ticklebots :3 Here is some art of him!
I like to think Grace got insanely good at tickling himself to make up for a lack of human contact in space, and one time momentarily forgot he was no longer alone XD he had to explain some things to Rocky after that
Hello! I would love to submit my own oc to your June tickle art requests! I’m a LONGtime fan of your art, and also, I’ve seen you draw Stardew before, and this is my farmer character!
Simple picrew for character design:
In-game sprite (glasses are absent because they look bad in-game, but they are part of it):
Name: Theo
Height: 5’9”
Is your character the lee or ler in the scene? Definitely Lee lmao
If ler, who is the lee? N/A
If lee, who is the ler? I’d say his partner Alex (the SDV character), but I believe it’s no fandom characters, so just ghost hands are great (not feathers)!
Spots you would like? Anywhere/everywhere, ideally on skin!
Any spots you are uncomfortable with? Nope!
What level of bondage would you like? You can choose free, pinning only, light bondage/cuffs, or heavy bondage: Light bondage is awesome.
Would you like written teasing? For sure yes! He’s a huge nerd he deserves it
(If yes to written teasing) Are there any teases you do NOT like? (I will not do heavy degradation OR babytalk, this is more light/general teasing): Nothing body-related!
Anything else I should know for your comfort? No, but ideally he wouldn’t look chibi like the picrew! I just used that for character design
Thank you so much for this opportunity! Unfortunately I’m an awful visual artist, but I consider myself a good writer and I’d love to write you a fic back (I can write pretty long, too)! If you’re interested just shoot me a message about what you want.
Have a great day! 💜
-eldritch-tickles
Okay, so... this is probably the only fandom I'd be willing to do fandom characters from, because it's one of the few I'm actually very familiar with. And as a Harvey selfshipper, I could not resist giving Alex a shot for you. I hope I got him right, and I hope you like the design for your farmer! Thank you for requesting!!! <33
[no minors please!]
I’m not sure if this will be helpful to anyone, but you literally do not have to be a good writer to write and post fan fiction. Yes you will naturally get better at writing and finding your voice the more you do it but you do not have to be or become a professional level writer to enjoy writing and sharing fics. It’s common to hear people praise fic writers by saying their work is better than published books, and while I think this comes from a good place, that’s not the norm or expectation. There is also a sentiment that fic writing is “good practice” for becoming a better writer or doing something else later, but if fic is the only creative writing you ever do that is literally okay. Your technical skill does not mean you cannot have fun and build community with your writing, or that other people cannot love and find meaning in your work.
Oh a little mini fic from me!! Teehee I just had the writing bug and specifically my friends wanted to see Mortem getting got and I could NOT say no to sad dad tickles. His QPP Alacritas is the ler in this one, those two have been around together a very long time, and no one knows when Mortem needs cheering up more than Al lol.
Summary: Mortem is brooding again in his pocket dimension and Alacritas pays him a visit. Cuteness ensues.
This is a ticklefic! :3c
The sun rose high over the farm as a man stood in his field, pushing his plow through the soil, his only companion a lone, but excitable yellow lab. The heat was a little subdued for the morning, but still bore down on the man as he worked. He was none the wiser to the very dark crow that watched him from his own fence, its eyes a very odd shade of steely gray. In an instant, the bird was off, flying off into the distance and disappearing, but to the trained eye one would see it had flown through what appeared to be a portal.
Back between the realms the crow flew, avoiding pocket dimensions that belonged to other gods as it swiftly landed into a portal that was all its own. In a poof of black smoke, the crow dissipated and turned into a man, well, what would semi-qualify for a man at least. Antlers sprung out of his mop of black hair and a long cloak adorned his figure. His skin was gray as ash and a skull like pattern adorned his face as he sat down, letting out a sigh in his own room.
Mortem, the Grim Reaper sat in his own dimension, away from the hustle and bustle of Purgatory and the living realm, away form his reapers and even his family as the room came into being. It was a beautiful but cozy little room, tucked away from other beings where the Death God could relax and take his time feeling like a person and not like he ruled the dead. A giant oak desk sat in the corner of the room as did an old leather couch and a leather recliner that he was currently sitting on. Many a books lined the walls and it was clear he studied alchemy by the tools and writings left on the desk.
He let out a small huff as he thumbed through a book, his leg crossed over the other as he sat in silence, loving his very little alone time. The book would have been quite enjoyed in that moment had a voice not cut through the silence.
"Someone's brooding again," a voice from the corner of the room said. Instead of jumping in surprise, Mortem simply closed the book and sighed, putting it down and swiveling the chair to look behind him at his 'guest.'
"I have to give you credit, Alacritas," he said, a small smirk playing on his lips despite his annoyance. "You seem to always know when I'm here and how ot find this place."
"I have this dimension memorized," the God of Life said, appearing in a white puff of smoke on the couch, legs also crossed as his arms hung over the back of the couch. "But it's also not like you made it hard to find."
"I didn't," Mortem said, tapping the sides of his chair impatiently. "I just made it to hide away when I need alone time. Like now."
The Green Sower did not take the hint, or if he did he didn't bite, for his smirk only grew and he moved to lean his chin in his hand as he looked him over.
"Or you go here when you need to brood, I've seen it many a times," he chuckled, running a hand though his long hair. "I just figured you could use some cheering up, and as my oh-so charitable self I decided to lend my oldest friend a hand!"
"I'm not brooding," Mortem huffed out his own laugh, a low sound that almost didn't register as a laugh. "I'm thinking. I'm lost in thought. I do this, you've seen me do this."
"Yes, and I also see you when you're sad and broody," the Life God told him. "And this is definitely one of those times. Your kids even see it too, but they usually avoid you in this time, don't they?"
He didn't know how to answer that one, even though he knew it to be true. Instead he turned back to his desk, fumbling around with some papers.
"Mort," Alacritas started, leaning back on the couch. "When was the last time you smiled? Laughed even?"
"Just now, you just heard it," Mortem replied, not even bothering to turn around. He was growing wary of these games Alacritas liked to play with him, although sometimes he was happy for the company. Thousands upon thousands of years of being alive, if one could even call what the creation gods had as being 'alive', and it was bound to get lonely at times. Alacritas, being the oldest, knew this better than anyone. They only really had each other in all the realms, and it was something only gods even older than them could understand.
"No I mean like really smile," the other god sat up straight, pouting cutely. "I haven't seen it in so long."
"Nothing to smile about in my life currently," Mortem sighed, rolling his eyes at his own 'joke'.
"Oh he's a funny man!" Alacritas barked out a laugh, finding an idea. "OK, jokes it is. Why did the crow cross the road?"
"Al, please," Mortem let out a groan, once again opening a book to hopefully drown his friend out with.
"Say it, Mort, you know you want to." He could hear the grin in the other man's voice as he tried to force him to take the bait, and just to shut the Life God up he sighed and did just that.
"To get to the other side. So funny I forgot to laugh." He huffed, running a hand down his face. "Al I adore you, but your jokes need so much work."
"Alright tough guy, plan B then."
"What's plan B- Ah!" He was not prepared to Plan B, for what it seemed to entail was a small portal that Alacritas had opened on his side of the room, stuck his hand through, and had opened another small portal right next to Mortem's side with his own hand reaching through to pinch at said body part. The Death God didn't even see it coming, and a wobbly grin already made its way onto his face as he tried to push the offending hand away. "Al, please! Don't, don't no please you know I'm deathly ticklish!"
"Of course I know," Alacritas smirked, and Mortem was sure if he could turn around and see his face it would be an absolutely devious look. "That's why I'm resorting to tickling you to get you to smile."
"I'm fihihihine!" He gasped, feeling another hand reach for his arm, a portal right above his head. "You little-You've mastered portals I seehehee!"
"Thank you for noticing!" The other god retorted, two portals opened in front of him with his arms through them. Like an maestro orchestrating Mortem's own demise, one hand held his arm above his head as the other free one attacked under his arm, finally fully breaking him and making him collapse in his chair in mirth.
"This isn't fair!" he choked out, giggling madly as he tried to weakly bat at the other's hands. "Al, no please!"
"Oh come on now, it's a good look on you ya know," he laughed. "Laughing de-ages you. You're always so sad looking all the time, like a lost puppy. I'm tired of it, and if I have to sneak in here to tickle you to tears to fix it from time to time I'm going to do it!"
Mortem couldn't even find words to answer that as he tried too curl away, the offending hand finally stopping its attack on his underarm. Yet, it didn't seem over yet as both hands now went to attack his hips, making him nearly squeal with laughter and buck in his chair. Alacritas couldn't help but find the display endearing.
"Who knew Death Gods were so ticklish, hm?"
From off the desk, a suspiciously black quill feather started floating, flittering right over to the side of his head and flicking along his jawline and stopping at his ears.
"Aahahehehehe! Oh, oh, Al, please not the ears you knohohohow better!" his laugh felt raspy and breathless as he cackled, almost like it hadn't been used in so long. Alacritas wanted to hear nothing but the sound. He tried in vain to get away, and yet part of him didn't ever want this to stop. He was right, it had been much too long since he had laughed and smiled.
'My smile died the day with Unus…'
"Oops I guess forgot, silly me!" He giggled, skittering his hands up his sides and into his ribs. Mortem's laugh went silent at a few points, and the Life God knew when a good thing was probably too much. He eventually pulled his hands away from the portals, and they disappeared with his removal. However the feather kept at his ears, switching sides for a few more moments while Mortem scrunched up his neck and tried and very much failed to capture the sneaky thing. When the attack was finally finished, he leaned back in his chair with a loud huff and panted, trying to catch his breath. He finally rolled it around to face a very smug Alacritas on his couch.
"Was that…really necessary…" he breathed out.
"Judging by the actual color in your face, I say yes!" That only added more of a blue blush to all the way to his ears, and he coughed sheepishly into his hand as he looked away, but he couldn't keep the small smile off his face.
After a moment Alacritas was about to say something, but a vacant look on Mortem's face gave him pause as his eyes turned black. It was done in a flash, and his eyes returned to their normal state as he looked up, a small, thoughtful look on his face.
"See something?" The Green Sower said, tilting his head to the side.
"My farmer was supposed to kill himself today," he said, tapping his fingers to his lips. "But something stopped him. I think it was his dog. I was going to make him a reaper. Oh well, I guess fate has other plans. Maybe he'll live to old age now."
"How wonderful," Alacritas beamed, his hands twisting in a hugging motion. "See, good things can happen! There's plenty to smile about in these realms. We should celebrate the life of the farmer."
"One life?" Mortem actually laughed, hiding his mouth behind a hand. "I guess…you're right. To the farmer that lived."
"That's better," Alacritas smiled genuinely, his expression softening as he saw the smile on Mortem's face. "That's the Mortem I love and miss."
The words hit like a freight train, making the Death God turn to the other, a deep blush on his face as a sheepish look overtook him, but the quiet adoration radiating off him was palpable. Finally getting up from his seat, Mortem got up and sat next to Alacritas on the couch, taking one his hands in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you," he said quietly. The other nodded, a big grin on his face. Mortem was about to say more when he felt a squeeze at his side, making him yelp again in laughter. "Al!"
"I think that's enough of a break, right?" A resounding round of laughter began between the two of them as it seemed a 'round two' had started, and Mortem couldn't have been happier in that moment.
Ohh I found some of my old fics that I saved, and this was among them! Umbra gets humbled HARD by Sven, that's it that's the fic lol
Summary: Umbra is being a menace to not just the reapers, but to demonkind as well. Sven is tasked with making him stop.
Warning for tickle torture!! And swearing.
Darkness. There was so much darkness that it was almost humbling, much in the way that being disoriented and unaware of your surroundings does to a person and makes them long for the times where they knew up from down. This kind of darkness was not unknown to the man, but he seldom was ever on the receiving end of it. No, he was usually the one to induce such feelings in others, especially his ‘experiments.’ So when he tried to open his eyes and darkness and disorientation overtook him, it was a bit of an understatement to say he was surprised.
He was Umbra, however. He did not show such weak feelings as fear to the unknown as other reapers would in his predicament, so when he finally pried his heavy eyes open and was met with dizziness and a dimly lit room, he did not panic. Instead, he looked around until his eyes adjusted and he narrowed them, a somewhat irritated look taking over his features.
“Ah, so we’re doing this game,” he scoffed, his mouth curling into a small sneer. “Not sure how you got the drop on me, but I gotta hand it to you. Not many people get to do that.”
He did not know who he was talking to, but he assumed whoever captured him and took him to this place could hear him. He looked up after trying to move his arms, and he saw that they were suspended over his head in chains. He himself was seated in a decently comfortable chair, but he noticed right away his leg outstretched in front of him and his feet secured in what looked like medieval stocks. He gave the smallest head tilt at his predicament.
‘Torture,’ he thought, scoffing again. He knew this day would come. Since shedding his old life as Zayne Pembroke and taking up his true self as ‘Umbra’, he knew he was bound to make some enemies. Some enemies who probably would go to great lengths to hurt him, considering what he was trying to do to the whole of reaper society. He had become infamous around various headquarters, and he knew there were many reapers dispatched to take him out.
Still, interrogation did not cross his mind too often. His honest thought process on the whole thing was that someone would just try to kill him as quickly as possible, to stop him from what he was doing. Why go through the trouble? Not to mention there was no pain they could inflict on him that he had not done already to his own body.
He smirked to himself, feeling like he knew he was probably going to have to activate Regeneration pretty hard after this was done.
‘Let them try to hurt me,’ he thought to himself. ‘I just come back ten times stronger.’
“You seem awfully smug for someone who got captured.”
A voice spoke behind him, and he looked side to side to try and see the owner of said voice. He did not have to look long, however, as the person came into view on his right. He raised an eyebrow at the man who stood at his side, his confusion palpable on his face.
He was a pretty thing, with long blond hair and glasses that complimented his bright blue eyes. More importantly, however, were the fuchsia horns that protruded from his head and the tail that waved idly behind him.
“A demon?” Umbra said, narrowing his eyes as he looked him up and down. This definitely was not expected. “Huh, neat. Did my infamy go all the way to Hell?” He gave a sneer.
“Oh darling, don’t flatter yourself,” the blond laughed, using a gloved hand to brush some hair out his face and the other to be placed sassily on his hip. “I’m not a full demon. I’m just a very special and rare case for a reaper.”
“Oh,” Umbra pouted, his disappointment showing immensely. “I figured it was too good to be true that beings from other realms wanted a piece of me.” He sighed dramatically and looked away. “Maybe one day I’ll get that level of fame.”
“I mean,” the blond snickered, leaning over to get closer to his face. Umbra turned to him, scowling as he entered his personal bubble. “Don’t get it twisted; you are in Hell right now, in my personal, paid for by Beelzebub himself's dungeon. So you’re not here because the reapers want you here.”
That last part got his attention, and he turned to look at him curiously. “Why do the higher ups in Hell want me, then?” he smirked. The blond demon smirked right back, showing his fangs.
“Because you’ve been a naughty little rogue reaper,” he laughed, reaching out to pat at Umbra’s face. He flinched in disgust, trying to move his face away. “I was once part of Purgatory’s reapers, doing their bidding. But now I’m Sven the interrogator, working for the Princes of Hell on matters pertaining to Hell, and right now, you are a matter to be dealt with.”
“Oh, what did I do wrong, Svennie?” he sneered, his cockiness rising by the moment. The nickname did little to deter the blond demon, and instead his grin widened.
“Well let’s see,” he started, putting a finger to his lip cutely as he looked away. “You genetically alter reapers and turn them rogue, and then set them free to wreak havoc. Tell me, do you even know where your little pets go when they leave you?”
He turned to Umbra, his smirk never leaving his face, but now a quiet anger was simmering beneath his surface. Umbra blinked slowly, cocking his head in a manner that said ‘continue.’
“They sometimes wind up here!” Sven did a little wave with his hands, pretending to be surprised. “Oh goody! And do you know what happens when they’re left to their own devices?”
“Oh I can answer that!” Umbra chuckled darkly. “They go and infect others. More rogue reapers to wreck havoc on others.Why do you think I let them run off and play?” he grinned, relishing in the words that Sven was telling him.
“Yeah, about that,” Sven sighed, putting a hand to his forehead theatrically. “The ones that aren’t dealt with immediately do exactly what you say; infect others. I know you don’t care, but the number of damages to places in Hell from your rogue reaper experiments is getting pretty high and rather expensive. And when things get expensive, our princess of greed Mammon tends to blow up over spending the money. Do you see where I’m going with this?”
“Oh, but of course I do!” Umbra gave him a knowing sneer. “You’re here to take me out, or to maim me because I’m causing problems for the citizens of Hell with my rogue reapers. Easy enough to piece together.” He chuckled. “So, you're gonna kill me? I hope you make it hurt! I hope you make it agonizing.”
His cockiness stayed even as Sven laughed him off, waving a hand. It was slowly turning to annoyance as he felt he wasn’t being taken seriously, but Sven turned back to him with a grin that made his own smirk falter a bit.
“Kill you?” he scoffed. “Maim you? Gosh, what do you take me for, some two-bit serial killer?” He put his weight on one leg and his hands on his hips as he stared him down, and Umbra’s own confusion was mounting by the second. “We don’t do that here, because we don’t need to do that here. There’s a reason I’m the royal interrogator, and it’s because I've mastered methods that actually work.”
Now it was Umbra’s turn to laugh. Throwing his head back, he laughed in mockery at the blond, who did not bat an eye and instead waited for him to finish.
“Was that to scare me?” he chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m so sure you have ‘masterful’ methods of getting information! Please Princess, I’ve seen it all! No matter what your idea of hurting me is, it’s not gonna work.”
He leaned back in the chair, a cheeky sneer on his face.
“You can’t hurt me in a way that matters.”
“Are you done?” Sven said after a moment, playing with his hair as he gave a cute little smirk. “I’m glad you think so highly of yourself that you think you have it all figured out, but I’m pretty damn sure you haven’t figured it out quite yet.” He giggled, hands on his hips. Rolling his eyes, Umbra let out a groan.
“Ugh, just get on with it then!” he scowled. “What fun is it if I can’t push my own interrogator’s buttons?”
Sven let out another small chuckle, a deviousness attached to it. Umbra cocked an eyebrow, his own look of sass dampening a bit.
“Oh sweetie,” leaning over, Sven got once again close to his face. “It won’t be my buttons you’ll be pushing. But I’m excited to push yours.”
Umbra narrowed his eyes, but he was not quite sure what his words meant…yet. Sven straightened himself out and stood up tall, giving the rogue reaper a cruel looking smirk.
“As excited as I am to start, however, I’m not without mercy,” he giggled. “So let’s throw it on the table then! I’ll let you go right now, no questions asked, if you stop letting those reapers loose. Sure, I’ll be sad I don’t get to work on you, but that’s the whole reason you’re here! So, what’s your verdict?”
Umbra paused, a weird look on his face, until he sputtered and once again threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, we’re doing this?” he said incredulously, barking out another mocking laugh. “This is the route we’re going down? You think that you can just drug me, capture me, and threaten me with some torture methods that you’re gonna make me change what I’m doing? It would be funny if it wasn’t so trite!” He barked out another laugh.
“Here’s my answer! Fuck you!” he snickered. “Do whatever you want to me. Like I said, you can’t hurt me in a way that matters, and that includes whatever ‘methods’ you think are so masterful that I’ll change my tune. Try me.”
There was a pause as Sven looked at him intently, and Umbra matched his gaze. However, the shit-eating smirk returned to Sven’s face as his eyes narrowed, and a calmness overtook him as he hovered over Umbra. The way in which he was unfazed by Umbra’s words unnerved him a bit, considering the rogue reaper was so used to others being intimidated by him, but he was not going to show an ounce of weakness.
Finally Sven shrugged and leaned down, leveling his head to Umbra’s. “I’m actually really glad you said that, Zayne,” the name that left the blond’s mouth made Umbra short circuit for a split second, his mouth hanging open a small bit and loaded with a heavy handed insult, but Sven cut him off before he could say anything. “Because judging by what I know about you and your powers, I have a hunch you’re going to be very fun to play with. So let’s begin then, shall we?”
Umbra went to snap out a response, anything to try and cut down this high and mighty persona, but whatever words he was going to say to lash out with were cut short in his throat as Sven reached a hand behind the chair, out of view, and slowly squeezed his fingers into Umbra’s ribs.
The sensation, coupled with the unexpectedness of it, sent Umbra visibly jolting in the chair. His body lurched to the side, trying against his will to get away from the offending hand. His eyes widened, his cocky smirk replaced with a confused frown that was twitching dangerously in the corners of his mouth as it felt like electricity was shot through him. His words caught in his throat and he tried to shout out an insult, but a deep fear of losing his composure kept his mouth shut.
Sven loosened his grip and held his hand back, smirking an even bigger Cheshire grin on his face as Umbra whipped around to glare at him. The cockiness from before was gone as he tested his bonds, pulling hard to try and get his hands free, but to no avail.
“You look angry,” Sven chuckled. “Were you expecting pain? Like I said, I don’t do that. I find this works so much better.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Umbra snarled. “This is your trump card?”
“Yes, yes it is,” Sven said, smiling cutely. “I’m a master tickler. I have a one hundred percent success rate with all my victims because I’m very good at what I do. And you’re angry because you’re-”
“No I’m not!” Umbra snapped out. “Do you actually think I, Umbra, would be weak to something so childish as tickling?”
“Yes, because I know you are.” Sven’s words rang out and turned his blood cold, and he tried to keep the angry look on his face to hide the deep, deep fear that started bubbling in the pit of his stomach. “But since you’re totally not ticklish, you won’t mind me doing this then.”
Once again he had little time to react as the blond reached over, this time spidering his fingers over his belly and using his other hand to pinch at his side.
Umbra let out a garbled cry, clamping his mouth shut as his skin shivered and jolts of tickly sensations danced around his upper body. He twisted his head to the side, suddenly digging his claws into his hands as he tried so very hard to shut the sensations out, but as Sven did not stop his skittering fingers, Umbra started to lose his battle with himself.
He bit his tongue as sputtering sounds resembling giggles started to leak out of his mouth, and he clamped his eyes shut as his body shook. Sven made a ‘tsk’ sound and pressed harder, and soon enough Umbra felt any resolve he had crumbled as Sven targeted more spots. Cute, high pitched giggles escaped him as he shook with mirth, and it only made Sven’s wicked grin grow wider.
“S-stop it!” he choked out, letting out a squeal as Sven went for his navel. “You can’t dohohoho this to me!”
“Oh, I can’t?” Sven laughed himself, grinning cruelly at him. “Why not? Are you going to stop me? Because it looks like you can’t do much other than laugh.”
Umbra tried to snarl out an angry reply, but he was too afraid of opening his mouth more than he already was due to his laughter. Between Sven’s quick changes in areas he was attacking, and the sensitivity of the spots themselves, Umbra’s laughter came out in uncontrollable bursts.
“You see Umbra, my hunch about you was right from the get-go,” Sven snickered. “I know about your regeneration powers, and I had a hypothesis about them when it came to your….sensitivity. I know you’ve put your body through some brutal stuff and pain doesn’t faze you, something you rightfully can be proud of. Yet, all the rebuilding to your body…have you ever thought about how it affected your senses? You see it, don’t you?” Sven reached a hand up to dig under one of his arms, making him shriek.
“You come back stronger each time you regenerate yourself, and all of your senses come back even stronger. All of your senses. Think of all of that freshly healed, overly sensitive skin you now have. I had my hunches that you were ticklish before your powers, but I’m so very tickled to see that it’s only gotten worse for you.”
The tickling, coupled with the truth that Sven was telling him, was making him lose his mind at that moment. He tried to throw insults his way, just to shut him up, but he couldn’t do more than cackle madly.
Yet, as soon as it started, it stopped. Umbra took the moment to inhale some air as he looked to the side, panting as he tried to regain his senses. He whipped his head around to glare at Sven. If looks could kill, the blond would have been murdered on the spot, but instead he stood there looking pleased with himself.
“You get it now, don’t you Umbra?” Sven chuckled darkly. “I don’t have to hurt you with cliché torture devices. You’re so deliciously ticklish that just those few touches were enough to render you breathless. Not that I’m complaining, you’re much cuter that way.”
Umbra could feel a vein start to throb in his head as he wore an expression of pure hate. The corners of his mouth twitched in a wicked, but forced grin as he stared Sven down. He did not want to admit it, but the whole ordeal had wounded his pride badly. He tried to calm down, to quell his raging anger, but when he spoke next, his words came out dripped in malice.
“You better pray that you're far from here when I get out. Because I promise I'm gonna make you regret every choice you've made so far.”
His words were meant to strike fear into the blond halfling, but instead Sven laughed loudly, even hiding his laughter behind one hand.
“Oho, such big scary words from the edgy reaper!” Sven giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m in no danger. But…” He moved from his position at his side to stand in front of Umbra at the stocks, and for once fear gripped the rogue reaper as it dawned on him one very important detail. “I think the danger is just starting for you, my friend.”
His toes twitched as he winced, realizing how well secured they were in the stocks and how vulnerable he was. He gritted his teeth in an angry grimace, but his demeanor turned subdued as he realized it was not going to end well for him.
As if he was able to read his mind, Sven tentatively dragged some fingers down one sole, and the reaction was immediate. A shriek escaped Umbra as he tried and failed to pull his foot away, and instead buried his face in one of his raised arms as he laughed loudly.
He got a reprieve after a few minutes and he continued to giggle into his arm as he tried to will away the sensation, but his eyes shot open in terror as he soon heard a soft buzzing sound. He whipped his head to look at Sven, his eyes wide and his expression blanched as Sven played with something in his hand.
“Oh sorry,” Sven smirked. “Had to make sure I replaced the batteries recently. You know how it is,” he grinned wickedly, holding up the tool he was currently playing with. “These are such a wonderful tool for putting haughty reapers in their place.”
Any expression of sass left Umbra as he eyed the electric toothbrush in Sven’s hand. His eyes traveled to the toothbrush, then to his own feet, and his expression turned to pleading apprehension.
“OK listen,” Umbra frowned, his ego ruined as he was about to start begging. “I said some mean things before, I know that…but come on now, I’m not that bad!” he chuckled nervously as Sven’s smirk only grew. “I-I can learn my lesson!”
“Aw, begging is such a good look for you!” Sven cackled. “Hmm, your feet must be really bad if your tune has changed so drastically.”
He winced and ended up closing his eyes as he tried to prepare himself for what was to come. Memories of his past life flooded him as he remembered all the way back to a simpler time, back to when he was alive even. All the times the people in his life would tickle him, but how quickly he would fold and resort to begging if they even got near his feet. Memories he thought he had buried and killed along with his old self, Zayne.
No, the reality was that weakness followed him all the way to his rebirth as Umbra.
Sven clicked his tongue as he waited for more witty remarks from Umbra, but when none came, he shrugged and grabbed his left foot, pulling the toes back as he turned on the toothbrush and got to work scrubbing between them. Umbra nearly jumped out of his skin as he screamed, his laughter coming out in shrieks that almost couldn’t be called laughter.
“NOHOHO DON’T!” he cried out, shaking his head side to side as he squealed and screamed with mirth. “PLEHEHEASE NOT THAT!”
“Not what, this?” Sven stuck his tongue out in a cheeky manner as he moved the brush to get the sensitive skin under his toes. “Hm, nah, I’m having too much fun.”
He bucked in the seat, his hands going taught as he tried to pull at the chains holding him. All he could do was bury his face in his arm again, but this time his eyes were squeezed tightly shut as tears streamed down his face.
He had no idea how the blond figured it out, but he had picked a torture method to inflict on him that was possibly the worst thing he could do to him. The injuries that Umbra had inflicted on his body, the bones he had broken…even the self-inflicted injuries to see what limits he could push his body to…
None of that even came close to the ticklish agony he was in currently. Pain meant very little to him, but this? This was just cruel. Not only was he killing him with such a silly weakness, but he was also killing his pride as well. The great rogue reaper, Umbra, brought down by tickling.
‘I bet Mortem would love to see this,’ the thought entered his mind before he could stop it, and he wanted to scream at himself for even mentally saying the man’s name. Perhaps his mind was turning to mush from the tickling. He was not sure what was up or down anymore, and the original disorientation that woke him from his drug induced sleep was comically coming back to him as if to mock him from earlier.
When Sven used his free hand to attack his other foot, he decided to throw any shred of his pride that was left away.
“OK, OK!” he shrieked, his scream laughing having made his voice go hoarse. “YOU WIN! I’LL STOP! NOW PLEHEHEASE STOP! I’LL DO ANYTHING!”
As soon as those words left his mouth, the torture stopped. Sven pulled his hands back and turned the brush off, but the smirk never left his face. Umbra was wracked with ticklish aftershock feelings, and he continued to giggle as he held his head down. His cheeks were tear stained and he felt light headed, but more than anything else, he wanted to run away.
He was angry, angry at himself for allowing this oversight in his own weaknesses. He could not believe that this random reaper halfling brought him to his knees by tickling of all things, and he was already plotting ways to end this blond’s existence.
Sven did not give him the chance for revenge, however, because he got up to stand behind Umbra. He shuffled around on what he assumed was a table, for he had not lifted his head to look back to him yet.
“I’m so glad you decided to see things my way, Umbra!” Sven sing-songed behind him. “You see, I always get my way, and I can and have broken the best of them. You don’t need to convince people with violence or any of that messy business. You just need to know how to exploit the smallest of weaknesses and make them into the biggest weaknesses.”
Umbra lifted his head, wanting so badly to say something snarky or cruel to get back at him, but he was not allowed the chance to, for as soon as he did, Sven slipped a cloth over his face. His eyes went wide as he tensed up and before he realized it, the room started spinning and he could feel himself start to lose consciousness.
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Once again, darkness and disorientation overtook his senses as a groan left the reaper, his mind and body returning to the world. He thought he heard a voice calling out to him, and he wrapped an arm over his eyes as his head began to pound. Soon enough, though, the voice got louder, and it was calling his name. He snarled and threw out his arm, trying to hit whatever was disturbing him, resulting in a yelp and a whine. Slowly his eyes opened and the familiar settings he knew before greeted him.
He sat up quickly, realizing he was on his old, beaten up couch in his warehouse. He looked himself over, and noticed nothing wrong or out of place with his body. Then he remembered the yelp and turned, seeing his right hand man Casper nursing his arm as he pouted at his boss.
“Casper…” Umbra muttered out, and he grimaced as his throat was a bit sore and scratchy from the past ordeal. “How did I-”
“I found you outside the warehouse, boss!” he said, perking up. “You were out cold so I took you in and put you where you are now. You’ve been sleeping for a few hours now.”
Umbra scowled and looked around, rubbing at his temples. “Did you see anyone around me?”
“Negative, boss!” Casper said, looking sad. “I didn’t see anything, just you. Are you OK? You went out to get some supplies but I was getting worried you didn’t come back, and then I came out and saw you were passed out. Did something happen?”
“No,” Umbra waved him off. “I was experimenting with a new drug I made and tried it on myself, hence why I was passed out. Ya know, just taking a nap.” He giggled at his own joke, but Casper looked at him in slight fear.
“Dang boss, you gotta be careful!” The DJ reaper danced and hopped from one foot to another. “But I’m glad you’re OK! Are we gonna be doing any experiments tonight?”
Umbra paused, the events from earlier flashing before his eyes. He looked around, then back to Casper and grinned.
“Of course we are, my little DJ!” he laughed wickedly. “Nothing has changed!”
He got up, starting to walk towards one of the back rooms.
‘He said not to let them lose anymore,’ Umbra thought, grinning to himself. ‘He never said anything about stopping the experiments.’ He grinned his usual Umbra grin, pushing the back doors open as being greeted with the sight of his lab.
‘I wonder how a halfling reaper would do under corruption,’ he chuckled darkly as his mind started working overtime.
‘If you think you won, demon boy, you’re sadly mistaken. No one tells Umbra what to do.’
Hey hey! So! Regarding P. H. Lee... What are they like as a lee? I know they're ler-leaning but since they can't say "tickle" I can't help but get a ler mood for her xD There's just something about people, who can't say "tickle" that I associate with lee-ness, even though I know there are also lers, who can't say it xD
OOOOO OK OK
so starting off, before P.H. Lee had met the player they had never been tickled by another person before. He’s built tickle machines to test out on herself but they have never felt the intimacy of being purposefully tickled by another person, let alone teased about it.
So they get flustered very, VERY easily. He’s a bit scared to ask for tickles in a specific spot so the way to remedy that is to pick up a tool and ask her “where do you usually use this”?
As for their reactions, they are incredibly giggly. He tends to hide their face in her hands if he’s not prevented from doing so (which she doesn’t mind at all XD). But after the first session with the player, the level of touch-starvedness they had experienced beforehand is enough to make him cry. She needs a good cuddling after a tickle session to calm their nerves. He’s just AAAAAAA i love them so much <3
