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.
Our little victim has waited long enough. How about a reward for their patience?
Steve agreed to use feather garlands to trace the pentagram, not only to be safe and avoid any potential summoning, but also to provide some cute ticklish bonds for his lovely plaything who's really too squirmy for their own good 💙
Developing a fetish for something you once absolutely abhored is so strange like I couldn't even bear to breathe around exposed feet up until two years ago and now I'm just. Looking at soft soles and I can't stop staring. Would I love to massage them now? When you couldn't pay me to touch them two years ago? Yes. Holy moly the "hating a kink is a gateway into developing said kink" is true. It's happened to me twice now what the fuck why does that work
Yee-howdy, Millie! I'm commuting to school again (blegh) and so I thought it's prime time to bother my friends again! How's my darling Nora been doing? I know you havent drawn her much yet but 🥺🥺 if no drawing can I please have fun fact about Nora 🥺🥺🥺
Hi-de-ho, Pixel! Always a pleasure to hear from you 💛
You're totally right! Nora hasn't shown up in a while 💀
I've actually been drafting a fic featuring her for a few weeks now but I kept starting it over because it just wouldn't work for me lol
In the meantime, here's a quick doodle and fun fact:
Nora has a nonsexual sneezing kink. She can't sneeze herself, so she finds it quite fascinating and adorable. She likes to induce people (consenting, naturally) to sneeze with her own feathers.
TEEHEE Guess what's back yall :3c Tickletember because September is my birth month and because I wanted to shake things up! <3 September is gonna be poppin yall!! I will do my best to partake as well :3c
Basic drawtober rules apply! There's no pressure to do every day and every prompt. In fact feel free to combine prompts and skip to your heart's content.
My hardest rule is this is a kink account, so I'm putting my foot down and saying only 18+ accounts can partake.
If you participate please tag your pieces #shuntickletember2026 so I can see them! <3 I would love to see yalls pretty art!!
Usually, I'd post after finishing the handful of drawings, but this first one already took enough time as it is (plus, it allows me to draw out the suspense 😈)
I wanted to draw something based on @redtickledpink's 'ritual/seance' scenario ever since I've read it! 👀
Even though I'm sure no one cares, I'm not back yet, I just wanted to post this because I was pretty proud of it. This fic is SFW, but I don't want minors interacting anyway. This fic is based on a post by @/anxious-lee
Pairing: Jacinthe x gn!reader
wc: 3,8k
MDNI
How did wealthy people get whatever they wanted? Truthfully, there was one obvious answer: with their riches. An answer, that is very much on the nose, and yet you could not say, that such was the truth regarding what happened between you and Jacinthe. Were you easily swayed by monetary means? Who knows. And yet, no transaction happened between you and her. Instead, Jacinthe was persistent, watching your every move, willing to make it known that she had means of swaying you. Whatever she wanted, she would get. You've seen it before, having gotten the elite among the elite to battle for her amusement. One might call her a spoiled, rich brat, Arceus knew sometimes she ellicited enough annoyance that you might consider her such, but even so, you knew that she wasn't all bad. When in times of need, you could always depend on her. Her and Lebanne. So really, was she exhausting? Definitely, and yet you could not help but be entranced by her charme.
And so here you were, on the battle field of Hotel Richissime. By no means were you one to flaunt your battle prowess, however your Scolipede did have the upper hand over Jacinthe's Gardevoir. With the latter having been heavily poisoned with the trusty toxins from your poison bug, you watched as it stood, its legs wobbly. With one last cry, it used Psychic. Scolipede flinched, shaking its head. When Gardevoir finally fell, Scolipede cried out in victory. It stretched its neck upwards, glaring at Jacinthe. It knew very well, what was about to come, having emerged victorious many a times. And so, it was not at all surprised to find Clefable entering the battle field, soon to be mega evolving.
Lowering its head just a little bit, Scolipede growled at the Clefable. Neither Clefable nor Jacinthe seemed to be too impressed. Lo and behold, Jacinthe touched her key stone, allowing her Clefable to evolve just one last time. While looking glamorous, and cute even, it was a fierce opponent.
"Scolipede, poison jab," you cried, out, calm as you could be. And so, your bug charged forwards, head lowered to pierce Clefable with its horns.
"Protect!" And so Clefable was unharmed.
Knowing very well that this will be Scolipede's Swanna song, you ordered one last Toxic. With surprising agility, it turned around and dashed towards the flying fairy. Its horns glowed a stark purple and a strange stench filled the room. It was strong, acidic, you'd have to guess, but nothing you weren't used to by now. And this time, the attack connected, with Scolipede's horns grazing Clefable. It cried out as it got knocked back a little bit. However, Jacinthe knew what she was doing.
"Air Slash!" She seemed genuinely excited, putting her two hands together.
You moved backwards, hoping for Scolipede to follow. "Rock Sli-" Too late. Scolipede was hit right in its throat, knocking it down. For a few more moments, it twitched, kicking its legs, before ultimately giving in to its injuries. Clefable, on the other hand, spun around in glee, before suddenly lowering to the ground. Soon enough, it picked itself up once more.
You considered your options before ultimately choosing Ampharos. That slight bit of anger tried to flare up in your chest, but you drowned it among reason. Ampharos was more than happy to be on the battle field, looking back at you and giving you a nod. You returned the gesture.
Jacinthe yelled out for Clefable to use Moonblast. And so the fairy charged up, putting its hands together and starting to glow.
"Thunderbolt!" Ampharos made its move towards Clefable, starting to light up before releasing all its electric energy into this one attack. Just as it did so, Clefable shot a light, shining like the moon, towards Ampharos. And yet, Thunderbolt prevailed, going straight through the light and hitting Clefable. The electricity destroyed the ball of energy, making it flash throughout the entire room, before leaving many sparkles adorning it. Clefable cried out in pain, falling onto the ground. And yet, ever the fighter it was, it tried to stand up again. Clutching the wound, where Scolipede hit it, it was barely standing.
The mega evolution wore off.
Clefable bit its lip, breathing heavily. And then, just like that, it fell to the ground. Jacinthe called it back into its ball. She clasped her hands together once more, her eyes practically sparkling.
"C'est magnifique! You have always been a worthy opponent! And even now, your strength is relentless!"
Ampharos turned to you, twirling once, before running towards you, giving you a strong hug. One would not believe that a being as gentle as an Ampharos was capable of such strength. And yet, it knocked the air out of your lungs with just one hug. Naturally, you returned said hug, running your hands through its short fur. Removing your arms from the hug, you still thought to give it one last sign of appreciation: Taking its head into your hands, you moved it closer to your own, giving it a kiss on its forehead. As expected, it flapped its hands, giving you one more twirl.
Even so, you recalled Ampharos into its ball.
"Thanks, Jacinthe. You're really strong yourself. You're not at all to be underestimated." You both approached each other, with you holding out your hand. A simple gesture among trainers, but you always thought it to be court. Jacinthe wasted no time in taking your hand in both of hers.
"Will you not be joining the Society of Battle Connoisseurs? It would be marvelous to have you with us!" Her grip was not particularly strong, but her hands were nicely warm. As usual, it was as though fairy dust was glittering within her eyes. Truly, she was easily excitable.
You chuckled. "Thanks for the offer, but unfortunately, I have a job I have to work during the daytime."
Jacinthe, however, seemed unimpressed. "Very well, but please do know that the offer stands!" She let go of your hands, turning to Lebanne. "My dearest Lebanne, won't you please heal our Pokemon?"
"If you hand me both of your Pokemon, I shall gladly do so." She bowed. Even amidst Lebanne's eyes seemed to be a slight sparkle. Holding out a tray, she let both Jacinthe and you lay your Pokeballs on top of it, before excusing herself. Not long after, she returned.
The evening itself seemed pleasant enough. One might think that the hectic life within such a large city might cause one to be unable to relax, and to some degree, such a thing held true. Were you a part of the elite? Wealthy? Well-known? No, none of those things would describe you. And in such a case, a certain pang of guilt crept up your spine as Jacinthe had herself and you be pampered. Was someone like you truly meant to have a "slumber party" at such a fancy place? Even with the extra money you made from the Infinite Royale, you dared not to think of spending it on such a fancy hotel. Arceus knew your wallet would not recover from such a thing for a while. Yet, you could not deny the allure of the fanciest food you had ever eaten in your entire life, even though it may have been small in size. The Eterna Forest Cheri Berry Gateau had you choking with its sweet flavor. You were well aware that such a taste was to be enjoyed, lest the mere memory of it faded. Though, Jacinthe insisting on feeding both you and Lebanne some of her chocolate cake was a bit much. You tried denying her, but she merely held the fork out towards you, with Lebanne clarifying that no one may disobey Lady Jacinthe. And so you took the bite. Oh, the mere taste was as though Altaria were singing right at the gates to a beautiful utopia.
Such a strange evening it was, and yet the most beautiful things were almost strange in nature. On your lap was Jacinthe's Sylveon, and right next to you, cuddled into your side, the fluffy monster known as Lebanne's Altaria. The maid herself had prepared you and Jacinthe some tea, with a few biscuits laid out on a small plate. An empty bottle of water adorned the beautiful white table as well. Still, no matter how many times you offered Lebanne your help, she denied. Always with that polite smile of hers.
"Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." Lebanne bowed once more after serving you some Pecha Berry tea. You were sat on the couch, with Jacinthe opposite of you. She took a sip of her tea, her shoulders visibly relaxing.
"I would like to thank you for attending this party among me, you and Lebanne. Truly, I am grateful that you took the time. I hope you will enjoy your stay at Hotel Richissime. It's a token of my appreciation regarding our shared love for battling. So, if there is anything you have in mind, just state your wish. Lebanne and I will do our best to provide for our dear guest."
"Well, first off, I'd like for Lebanne to sit down so she doesn't have to stand all the time."
Lebanne's eyes widened at your request. She shook her head. "I can assure you, I am fine standing. I am quite used to it."
"As your friend, and, most importantly, guest, I want you to sit down. Would you truly deny me that wish?" Batting your eyelashes at her, you reached behind Altaria and pat the empty space there. Even with a sigh, Lebanne conformed. You grabbed her hand and put it on Altaria's fluff.
"I suppose I cannot deny any of your wishes." She scratched Altaria's head with one hand, the other running over its fluff. The dragon bird started chirping, almost singing. A beautiful sound. Oh, how many times you've revelled in birdsong, especially from Swablu or Altaria. A symphony so calming, one could fall asleep in the early morning once more just listening. Feeling the fluff against your arm, you could not help but scratch Altaria's neck gently yourself. Naturally, Sylveon pawed at you, demanding your attention. You picked it up and gave it a gentle kiss on its head. Countering your affection, it wrapped its ribbon-like appendages around you.
"Okay, second wish: Lebanne, what do you want to do?"
"ME??" Her voice rose in pitch, her mouth agape. Her eyes dart around the room, landing on the ceiling in the end. "I can assure you, we do not need to do as I please. This evening, this night, shall be about Lady Jacinthe and yourself. Please, do not concern yourself with my wants or needs."
"That's so awesome, girl. Anyway, what do you want to do? As we all know, I am but a mere plebeian, so I do not know the affairs between the rich and their having guests over. What do you want to do for fun?"
Lebanne froze, her mouth opening and closing ever so often. Her gaze landed on one of the closets within the room. "We could... play games?"
You held your fist out towards her. "Awesome idea, I'm all for it!" She wasted no time in fist bumping you.
Jacinthe, on the other hand, furrowed her eyebrows, blinking rapidly. "Playing games? What might you suggest?" Soon enough, however, she gathered herself, leaning over the table.
"I guess there's lots of games we could play... Spin the Bottle, Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven-"
Jacinthe perked up. "What might that last one entail? It does sound rather intriguing." Lebanne put a hand on her forehead and shook her head.
"It's when you spin a bottle and whoever it lands on is who you need to spend seven minutes with in a closet with. You're not allowed to leave either. Though, thinking about it, maybe we're not enough-"
Jacinthe took the empty water bottle and pointed it towards you. You were not quite sure if she was feigning innocence or if she was merely feeling a little... silly.
You looked at Lebanne, Lebanne looked at you. Something among her expression said "I am so sorry." though, she merely cleared her throat. "Well, that decides that. Truly, Lady Jacinthe does not waste time in any way. So, uh... May I ask you to please enter the closet with her?"
You took the bottle and spun it. As the bottle spun, Jacinthe picked it up, put it down and had it face you once more.
"This is truly a most marvelous game!" Jacinthe clasped her hands together. Just how awful of a person would you have been to call her out on her cheating? It felt like the honest and upright thing to do, but was one really to deny a rich person anything. Normally speaking, yes, absolutely, although you supposed there were worse things than spending seven minutes in a dark closet with her. She was your friend, wasn't she? A little bit focused on herself, for the most part, yes, but she was still willing to help you whenever you needed it. You got up, knowing there was not much else you could do in a situation such as this.
"Well then. Let's go?" You turned to Jacinthe, who was all too eager to get in the closet with you. Energetic, yet graceful, she got up from her chair. When it was finally time for you both to go into the closet, Lebanne spoke up once more:
"Again, you will be in this closet for exactly seven minutes. I shall stop the time to ensure this. Although I suppose I cannot make you refrain from doing so, I ask you to please not be too rash inside the closet. Please do not damage it and, uh... Maybe try to not... Nevermind. Are you ready?"
Jacinthe fluttered her eyelashes at Lebanne. "Is something the matter, my dearest Lebanne? What shall we not do?"
Lebanne scratched her cheek, refusing to make eye contact. "You may do... as you please, Lady Jacinthe..." Upon hearing this, Jacinthe's eyes lit up once more.
And so you went into the closet.
As expected from a closet of a hotel of such caliber, it was not cramped at all. It was rather large, you were able to stand tall just fine. Although, the one reason it might have been considered "cramped" is due to Jacinthe pressing herself against you. You were certain the two of you would have enough space to barely be touching each other at all, but Jacinthe seemed to have felt rather sensual in that moment.
Was that really such a bad thing, though? You could smell her perfume in such close proximity. A nice floral scent, not too strong, but noticeable enough. It had a calming effect on you. Besides, she was nicely warm as well. You weren't quite sure where to put your own hands, however, as it was not at all within your intentions to make Jacinthe uncomfortable. She would, most certainly, forgive you, but you liked to believe you weren't some kind of creep. Jacinthe, on the other hand, placed her hands on your waist, rubbing small circles into it with her thumbs. Naturally, you choked and tensed up.
On the one hand, you were more than happy within this dark closet, incapable of seeing anything at all. On the other hand, this meant that Jacinthe, the little Impidimp, was perfectly capable of surprising you however she pleased. Within this closet served a certain quietness, that reminded you that seven minutes could also be three hours. Jacinthe lightly scratched her index fingers over your sides and you, foolish little you, let out an airy laugh.
"You're ticklish? My, my, that's adorable! Though, Lebanne did say that we must not be too rash inside the closet." Her voice was so sweet, like honey dripping from a comb. Any other day, you were certain merely hearing her voice like this would have calmed you down. And yet, now? Now, when this Grimmsnarl spoke, when she teased, you wanted nothing more than to get away. Still, her gentle touches, and the rules of the game kept you here.
You bit your lip as the gentle tickling continued. With much effort, and in a voice shaky enough to make it obvious you were not as unaffected by her insidious little game as you would have liked, you spoke: "I'm afraid so, but- Hehe.. That's hardly anything to have fun with." With this, she moved her hands a little further up, running her fingers along your lowest rib.
"But my dear, this is the most fun anyone could have. You're just like me sweet Lebanne in that regard. So tell me, how does it affect you if I were to say 'tickle'? That I am going to 'tickle' you?"
You tried to hold still, to not squirm like the Orthworm you felt like in that moment. Your face felt hot just by hearing that damned word alone. You grabbed her by her shoulders, gently, as though she was a Torchic.
"Oh? Do you want to be tickled here instead, then?" And just like that, she went for your vulnerable armpits, elliciting a gasp from you. But you stayed strong, holding those small giggles in. What could Lebanne possibly be thinking of you, if she heard you laughing in the closet? Probably that Jacinthe did something again and that it wasn't actually your fault, now that you thought about it. Still, you tried covering your armpits, trapping Jacinthe's hands there, unfortunately. Wriggling ever so methodically, wandering about, trying to find the spot that would get you to break. So masterfully, as though she had done this plenty of times before.
"I wish to hear your beautiful laugh. I'm sure you understand. It's a reasonable request from a friend. Ohh, I wish to see your smile as well. We shall do this again sometime outside of the closet, oui?" With one hand inside your armpit, she freed her other one to go exploring around your body. "Don't you want to tell me where you're ticklish?"
You lowered your head, resting it on Jacinthe. With one hand so dutifully wiggling within your armpit, the other dragged just one finger up and down your body. From your ribs, where she tried her best to find the spaces between them, to your sides, the ones she needed to squeeze, to your hips. Just for any kind of relief at all, you pushed your own body against hers, trying to alleviate the pain of being unable to squirm just a little bit. You hugged her, burying your face in her shoulder.
"It makes me wonder why you won't fight back. Sacre bleu, do you perhaps enjoy this? Do you perhaps enjoy it, when I do this?"
Jacinthe hugged you back. Though, good things always brought bad ones with them, and as such she ran her fingers over your back. Your posture must have been amazing with how you stood up in that moment.
"Guh, mmfg, wait.... Eheheh"
"Wait for what? I am afraid I have no time to lose. As a certain song once said: Tickling your friends is the most fun a girl can have without partaking in a Pokemon battle."
"Thahat is nohohot true!!"
"Oh, but I am afraid I am amusing myself greatly here. All that I ask of you is to please hear your laugh."
And with that, she reached your lower back. You straightened your back, leaning backwards, anything, just to get away from her devious, mischievous little hands. But alas, she was persistent. Gentle in her cruelty. You hit your head, but such a thing was nothing compared to the storm of giggles brewing inside you. It welled inside you, doing anything in its power to come out, to make themselves known.
"Snrk... Nhm... Pffft-"
"Oh, we're finally getting there! Please, allow me, as your host, to make you laugh! Arceus knows you've been needing to. Is it not exhausting? To have a job such as yours? Do you not deserve to laugh, much like anyone else?" You weakly pushed at her shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. "I see, so you are unwilling. Do not worry, I always get what I want. I assure you, this will be fun for the both of us. Now, tell me, is your tummy ticklish?"
"N-no!" You were barely keeping it together, for even pushing the noble Lady Jacinthe away seemed to cause you trouble. This you already knew, for she always knew how to come back, but in this case? Oh, you are supposed to keep both friend and enemy close.
"You don't sound very convincing my dear. I suppose I have to choice but to find out myself." And with that, she dragged her hands from your back, over your sides, to your tummy. Never once breaking contact. Her nails had a certain flair that you could not say you liked in that moment. Hunching over, your forehead was reunited with Jacinthe's shoulder once more. A belly dancer must have been jealous of you with how you were wiggling your tummy from side to side. Would you dare to tickle Jacinthe back? Oh, revenge would have been sweeter than any berry on this planet. But alas, you were not willing to invoke her ire, lest she had herself and Lebanne to something of this caliber to you. And for one second - no, less than that - you had that image in your mind. Of you being at Lebanne's and Jacinthe's mercy. And this moment of weakness was enough for you to cry out once in laughter.
Taking ahold of Jacinthe's wrists, you were just ready to pin her against the closet. And yet, what you lacked in strength, Jacinthe took as an opportunity to let her hands wander once more.
"My, my, we're so close. Laughter is a beautiful thing. It's one way us humans show happiness. I am certain our previous battle must have sufficed in making you happy. As a reward, I shall take your laughter. Or must I continue tickling you like this? With you having nowhere to go? Being absolutely helpless?"
And when Jacinthe, the renegade, shot her hand into your armpit once more, you finally gave in. Everything you held inside broke free, taking your pride with it.
Thus, the closet door opened. Jacinthe, however, did not cease her onslaught as you kept giggling, squirming.
"My dearest Lebanne, please close this door for another 10 minutes, I am close to a breakthrough."
Lebanne bowed. "Of course, Lady Jacinthe."
Again, shrouded in darkness. Again, pressed against the closet by Jacinthe. Again, she had her fun with you.
Oh, that damned chuckle you could recognize out of a hundred just like them. "Bienvenue au super tournoi de chatouille de Jacinthe!"
Screenshot redraw of this scene from the animated Beetle//juice series, but with the musical versions <3 Musical Beej has mood-ring hair, so it’s only appropriate to make it a very specific shade of pink :]
Normally I am far too insecure to show my art, but this image in my mind made me laugh, so I had to draw it anyway Swablu with da Monster what he gonna do
It's so painful to get into a specific media but being 100% unable to look it up online in the slightest just because there's so much spoiler everywhere and you cannot allow yourself to get spoiled for the full experience
Looked up if it was my beloved Tim, who spoke to Jon in that episode and got spoiled :( Who the fuck is The Lonely? I didn't want to know that yet :( I wanted to find out on my own :(
It's so painful to get into a specific media but being 100% unable to look it up online in the slightest just because there's so much spoiler everywhere and you cannot allow yourself to get spoiled for the full experience
