Hi there! Welcome to my SFW tickle blog. I use they/them pronouns. I'll be posting my writing here and I'm always open to making friends on the sfw side of the community.
Right now, I am into Project Sekai, Date Everything, Twisted Wonderland, Baldur's Gate 3, and am additionally in the midst of consuming the hundreds and hundreds of hours of Critical Role (about halfway through C2 atm)
As of right now, I am not currently taking requests but I will occasionally have an ask game or two running and my box is always open for whatever else!
A problem with my blog that, me-from-four-years-ago, did not consider, is that when making practickles, I made it my MAIN BLOG. Meaning whenever I follow anyone or like any post, this is the account that shows up! Which is embarrassing! So, to rectify that, I am announcing that I am moving accounts! My new tickle blog is @impractickles
I am NOT DELETEING THE BLOG YOU ARE READING THIS ON. It will remain up and around until the heatdeath of the internet for your viewing pleasure. Because I also intend on shifting away from PJSK and into my other stupid cringe interests, if I write anything for pjsk again, I will log into here to rb it for anyone still around. There will probably be a liiitle pjsk there, but it won't be the main focus anymore.
After a new email, a significant headache, and more time than I would have liked, I have created and transferred to a new main blog. It defeats the whole point of this to type it out here, but moots that just got followed by an empty blog with one post and a David Bowie lyric username, that is me, hi there!
I have a grossly sentimental attachment to this blog, and I hope if you're reading this, it means that once upon a time, I wrote something you liked. Anyway, thanks for sticking around for the ride, I hope you'll be around for the next one. <333333
It wouldn't be a truly be a practickles post without a totally unneeded yapfest. Here it is under the cut.
Woah boy I am NEVER touching Canva again after this one, folks. Anyway, had an idea and ran with it. I made a list that surely I will stick to and complete a drabble for every day of October (me when I lie) and figured I'd share for anyone else interested. I love a good organization system, so I made each day of the week have a "theme". The idea is that if the specific word isn't quite clicking inspiration-wise, there's at least a more general prompt to fall back on. I apologize in advance for my filthy Sunday-starting calendar, this apology is for one of you in particular. You know who you are.
Sunday: General Halloween/Autumn-y prompts.
Monday: General tickle thoughts/words.
Tuesday: Tickle spot focused!
Wednesday: Sweet, soft, loving tickling.
Thursday: More intense, rougher, mean tickling.
Friday: Tickle words that double as Halloween themed. Go for either interpretation or both!
Hey! Sorry for asking this but do you like date everything? It's okay if you don't, i was just curious
Yeah! Ive gotten into it recently, and Id be happy to talk about it here, I'm just A: Not finished with the game, and therefore don't know everyone and B: am a little stuck for ideas haha. I'll for sure have some stuff by tickletober I think, and until then I'd be more than willing to do a few HCs or just chat.
This one is straight up projection, folks. Anhane Hurt/Comfort tickles, nothing more to it. Ticklish back An supremacy. Also soft ler Kohane has my whole heart.
WOW This bad boy is old. This, ladies and gents, is THE first tickle fic I ever started on in October of 2022. Found it while clearing my docs out, finished the last couple hundred words I was missing in the middle, combed through and then sent this bad boy out into the world. That is also the original title and description I had on this. If it aint broke, yk? This is more of a museum exhibit than a piece of fanfiction. It's a little clunky but seems a waste not to post it. Bon appetite.
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An tossed and turned in bed, her girlfriend long-since asleep next to her in preparation for their performance the next day. Try as she might, An couldn’t force herself to join Kohane in her peaceful slumber. Her mind had been alight all night at the thought of their show. Despite the fact that the two of them had been practicing constantly for weeks and had their moves and vocals down to a tee, An couldn’t help but mentally rerun everything over and over and over to make absolutely certain she would be perfect. She had to be perfect, she couldn’t let Kohane down.
You realize that an exhaustion can cause a performance to suffer too, right? Came the cruel, unyielding voice in her head. Ironically, it was the same one keeping her awake in the first place. Objectively, she understood that that way of thinking was getting her nowhere, especially right now. She had to sleep but she couldn’t and that only made the voice louder and then the voice got louder and made it harder to sleep, restarting the cycle all over again.
She tried to focus on other things, like the warmth of the covers or her girlfriend’s gentle, steady breathing, but to no avail. She was stuck like this for however long it took for the voice to quiet down. Unfortunately, An was no stranger to those thoughts. She had struggled with this sort of late night perfectionism for about as long as she had been performing and had yet to find an effective solution other than waiting until she was tired enough for sleep to take her on its own.
Tonight, however, was especially bad. An couldn’t recall when it had ever taken her this long to fall asleep and was beginning to feel frustrated and helpless. For what had to have been about the two-hundredth time that night, An flopped onto her other side and adjusted the blankets with a particularly loud sigh. But for the first time that night, her movements were met in response with the faint rustle of sheets next to her.
An froze in place. She couldn’t do anything but be still and hope her girlfriend was still unaware and tired enough to go back to sleep. She didn’t want to disturb her over something so childish.
Her hopes were quickly destroyed.
“An? Are you still awake?” Came a soft, sleepy whisper from the darkness beside her.
“Yeah. I couldn't sleep,” An turned towards her and sheepishly whispered in response, “Sorry for waking you up, I know you're a light sleeper.”
“Hey, it's okay, I'm not upset. Do you maybe want a hug?” Kohane offered hesitantly, not entirely sure what was wrong or what her girlfriend needed from her.
One beat passed. Then another. Kohane was just beginning to worry she said something wrong when she suddenly had a very sleepy An in her arms, burying her face into her shoulder and squeezing her tight.
“Oh, hehe. You wanted this, huh?” Kohane let out surprised giggles, still slightly nervous. She slowly wrapped her arms around her partner and gently held her to her body. A muffled hum, which Konhane assumed was meant to be affirmative, was all she got in reply. “Why are you still up? Is something wrong?”
“It’s nothing big, love. You can go back to sleep if you want.” An’s voice was exhausted and quiet, something Kohane rarely saw from her. It worried her.
“You can talk to me about anything, big or small you know? I want to help.” Even though the lights were off, there was an audible frown in the blonde’s tone.
She always had a harder time keeping it together at night. And maybe she did want the comfort, okay? It might upset Kohane more if she refused. An sighed in resignation “If you’re sure,” She felt her girlfriend give a slight nod before she began solemnly, “I guess I’m just a little anxious about tomorrow… well I guess today depending on what time it is. She added with a breathy, humorless laugh. “What if I mess something up?”
An felt herself being pulled tighter to her girlfriend. She adored how secure Kohane made her feel.
“Hey, honey,'' came the especially sweet voice Kohane reserved for quiet, vulnerable moments like this. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. We’ve worked so hard on this, you of all people should have no problems. You’re amazing and I can’t wait to see you shining as bright as always on that stage. I’m so lucky to be able to call you my partner. You’re going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright. I’m here.” She punctuated her sentence with a kiss to An’s forehead.
“I.. thank you… I love you.” An faintly mumbled.
“Hehe, I love you too. Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, I am..” An sounded sincere but it was obvious to her partner that she was leaving something out.
“Is there anything else I can do for you right now?” Kohane offered, a subtle attempt to get An to reveal what was still bothering her.
“Well ther-” An cut herself off, her face turning slightly pink at the idea of her first thought. If even the idea of asking to be turned into a giggly mess made her blush that bad, she couldn’t imagine how bad it would be to actually say the words out loud. “Well.. maybe… Nope, nevermind. You’ve done more than enough” She kissed the particular part of Kohane’s shoulder she currently rested on.
“Hey, no. What’s on your mind?” It was unlike An to be so secretive. When it came to Kohane, she was usually an open book. “I want to make you comfortable right now.”
“It’s just a little embarrassing is all. You don’t have to if you don’t want to and it’s totally fine if you don’t want to. The cuddling is nice and the words are nice and you’re being nice and it’s rea-”
“Sweetheart, you’re rambling a little. It’s okay to ask. The worst that I’ll do is say no and then we can keep cuddling. You don’t have to be so embarrassed.” Kohane murmured into An’s ear.
“Okay then. I, um, could you please, uh maybe ticklemeplease?” An barely managed to stammer into Kohane’s ear. “I know it’s usually the other way around but I’m just... in a mood, I think.”
Kohane all but squealed at the sweet request. “Awwww! Is that all it was? Of course I will! I’m not exactly sure how to do this, though. Is there anything specific you want?.”
An’s face was more red than it had ever been in her life. So red, in fact, that when she tried to hide it in Kohane’s shoulder, her partner could feel its warmth. “Uh- um- co- could you- gentle on my back please?”
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Kohane asked, giving her girlfriend’s hair another quick peck. The moment she got a flushed nod of agreement, Kohane gently slipped her fingers under An’s shirt to reach her warm back, taking a moment to appreciate the soft gasp and slight giggles already spilling from her partner.
She delicately traced her nails up and down An’s spine, trying hard not to overwhelm the tired girl.
“Ehehehe, you don’t have to behe that gentle, I can take it.” An said, digging her head further into Kohane’s shoulder.
Grateful for the guidance, Kohane sped up a little and turned her tracing into light scribbling. She was delighted to hear higher pitched and slightly more frantic giggles in response. “Awww, listen to that. You really like this don’t you?” She cooed.
An knew she wasn’t trying to tease and that made the comment a million times more flustering to her. She was immensely glad that her partner couldn’t see her bright red face. “Ahehe, nohoho,” She whined as Kohane moved her still scribbling hand to circle around all over her back
“No? I thought you wanted this? After all, you were the one to ask for it.” Okay. Maybe that one was purposely teasing.
“Ahehe, KohaNEHE,” An squealed and gave a sudden jerk as Kohane stumbled across a particularly sensitive part of her upper back, close to her ribs. Both girls were frozen in place, each waiting on the other’s reaction.
Kohane was the first to break. “That’s a pretty bad spot, isn’t it?” She asked with a smile.
That was the worst part of Kohane’s tickling. She was always so kind and genuine in everything she did, and when it came to teasing, An constantly found herself wondering if her words were legitimate questions and observations or if they were actually meant to make her stomach squirm and her face red. Either way, both scenarios had the same result: A blushy, giggly girlfriend.
An wasn’t in the best state for a clever quip back or really any other response than the one she gave. “Mhmhehe mahybehe,”
“Maybe? What do you mean maybe? It’s a yes or no question, sweetheart.” Kohane teased, zeroing in on the ticklish spot, all ten fingers scribbling away, rewarded handsomely with the precious laughter of her beloved. Despite the purpose being to make An feel better, Kohane found that she was having a lot of fun too.
She suddenly stopped her hands, and dropped the teasy voice to softly ask the girl in her arms “Is this alright? Are you still having fun?”
Pure and absolute love for her girlfriend bubbled in An’s heart.
“Ihihit’s perfehct.” An burrowed further into Kohane, not to hide, but simply to feel even closer to her.
Kohane resumed as she was, continuing to target the spots that made her squeak and giggle.
They stayed like that for what felt like eternity, before the soft tickling slowly started to dwindle. She slowed gradually, the scribbling becoming soft pokes and the pokes turning into firm rubs on her back until the residual giggles died down. Maybe An could stand to get some rest now.
“It’s getting late, how about we try to sleep n-“ Kohane cut herself off, noticing the visible half of An’s peaceful, still smiling face, at long last asleep on her chest, breathing steadily.
“Goodnight,” Kohane said with a kiss to An’s forehead. “I love you so much.” And even though she didn’t say it back, Kohane knew from An’s form nestled into her body, her girlfriend felt the exact same about her.
Having dumb stupid tickle thoughts about the pjsk movie that I saw last night. Was anyone seen/planning on seeing it?? What I want to do is kind of super relavant to the plot, so... Should I just do it and put a little summary at the beginning that sums up the needed context?
Through Bad Days and Obvious Deflection || Squealing Santa 2024
Fandom: Project Sekai
Lees: Rui Kamishiro, Nene Kusanagi
Lers: Nene Kusanagi, Rui Kamishiro
Romantic RuiNene
Word Ct: 1.5k
Warnings: Tickling, vague descriptions of stress/sleeplessness (but no concrete reason for either given)
Summary: After Rui shows up uninvited and refusing comfort, couch cuddles quickly turn into an easy remedy.
My @squealing-santa gift for @marloloweler!! (really hoping I got the new url right) So sorry this took a sec to get out, it was an awful combination of technology issues, health issues and memory issues, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's past holiday season, but I hope you have a fantastic rest of January!
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Coming over now! Hope you’re not busy :) <3
The text she received from her boyfriend was not exactly uncommon. Rui was unpredictable at the best of times and Nene was grateful that the only real shock was his company. Comparatively, it was at least expectable.
There were, however, pros and cons of living so close together though, she had hardly had time to quickly tie her hair up and make it to the living room before Rui was walking into it, looking more than a bit disheveled. His eyes were visibly more tired, complete with heavy bags under them and a forced relaxed expression.
She raised her eyebrow. “Rui, when was the last time you slept?”
“Oh, my dear it is truly so good to see you too!” He smiled sarcastically.
His girlfriend was not impressed. “I’m happy to see you too, but you know what I meant. Seriously, what’s going on? You look like a mess.”
“Am I at least a handsome mess?”
She glared at him and sat on the couch. Rui could feel her scathing stare from across the room.
"Rui come here." She motioned to the couch, exasperated.
"What is 'here' exactly?" He scrunched his eyebrows in faux confusion. "I mean I am here with you in that we're in the same room. I don't understand what else you're asking of me."
Deflection. Nene naturally noticed immediately. Why couldn't he just let himself be taken care of?! "Rui Kamishiro, I swear to whatever is out there if you don't sit on this couch right now-!"
"Okay, okay!" He held up his hands in surrender. "You don't need to be so demanding."
Nene felt slightly guilty at her tone only until Rui swung a leg over and perched himself atop the back of the couch, feet on the cushions and a smug expression on his face.
Without another word, she yanked on his leg, causing him to lose balance and fall right on top of her. The couple was a tangle of limbs and frustration, both moving to adjust to something even marginally more comfortable.
After a few moments of wiggling and turning, they eventually settled with Nene laying nestled into the couch, her back to the back and her head on the armrest with Rui facing her chest in his arms.
"If you're not going to tell me what's wrong, at least let me hold you for a little bit." She rubbed her back in a way she hoped was soothing whatever turmoil was in his head.
"Nothing is wrong!"
"Wanna try that again?" She asked sternly.
A look. Something on his face was mischievous and maybe a little... Eager? Anything was an improvement from before she supposed but it was definitely an unexpected change.
“Not particularly, but thank you for asking.” And with a cheshire smile, he dug his hands into her ribs, right in front of him. He squeezed at random, leaving her guessing.
To Rui’s delight, Nene instantly screamed. “You never were a giggler were you, sweetie?” He caught himself smiling right along with her.
She shouted his name through her squeals and what might have been pleas. “Let me help you- you- you immature, stubborn-!”
“Loving, kind, beautiful, intelligent man that you happen to find yourself in love with?” He suggested, earnestly unhelpful. After a moment though, he withdrew his hands.
“Darling, I know I can be… difficult when it comes to receiving comfort, but I assure you all I need right now is your company. A distraction, I think, is best. You’re helping just by allowing me into your home and presence” His hesitation and rare lack of that infuriatingly endearing smirk made his claim substantially more believable. She knew him well enough to see the sincerity in his words. Sometimes stress and exhaustion was simply that. The best thing she could do for him was take his mind off of it.
“And tickling me… helps you?” She tilted her head at him.
He at the very least had the decency to make himself appear apologetic. “It’s more being playful and having fun with you. I just love to see you smile.”
An idea burst into her head. What he needed was smiles and distraction, and what she needed was a happy boyfriend and maybe a bit of revenge. Two birds, one stone.
Hesitantly, she started to poke at his sides with an impertinent air. “What if I did this, huh? Would you like it? Is this your idea of fun? This is what you did to me!”
His cheeks immediately puffed up and eyes squeezed shut with repressed giggles and no response.
“What’s that? Did you hear me?” Each poke was now accompanied by a little wiggle or scratch. He wasn’t pushing her away. A telltale sign. “I asked if you liked this! Are you too tired to talk? Tell me or I’ll stop!
What came out of his mouth was less words, more high pitched squeaking.
“Your face is all red! Do you have a fever? I can’t understand what you mean by-” She did a poor but teasing impression of his squeaking.
Just as Rui was about to attempt to compose himself, she blew a raspberry right into the crook of his neck. The floodgates burst open as he broke into real laughter. “Neh-ne! Hehe! I’m so-sorr-”
“Oh you’re sorry now? You weren’t sorry when you did this.” She, much in the way he’d done to her sides, dug her fingers into his underarms. “To me.”
Yet another similarity to their previous roles, Rui screeched and continued to plead. “I see the error of my ways! I’ve suffered enough!”
“Suffering? You seem much happier than before, at the very least more relaxed.” She pulled her hands entirely away, relishing his immediate change from giddy desperation to disappointed pouting. “But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we should just sit here and do nothing.”
Almost as if instinctually, Rui grabbed her wrists and pulled them closer to his body, his eyes exposing what would be a novel’s worth of begging for her to continue.
Nene simply responded by holding his hands. “This is nice, isn’t it?” She smiled knowingly.
His pout intensified, even as his girlfriend reassuringly squeezed his hands.
“Y’know, looking at me like that isn’t going to do anything for you.” She mindlessly ran her thumb over the back of his lithe hands, continuing even after he let go of one, resting his own around her waist.
Wordlessly, Rui reached his newly freed hand between them to poke at her stomach.
She squawked at the surprise before managing to pull herself away, burrowing herself backwards, further into the couch, halfheartedly glaring at Rui, who was looking far too pleased with himself.
“You know, dear, looking at me like that isn’t going to do anything for you.” He repeated her own words back to her face, with a suddenly chipper demeanor, almost as if out of nowhere.He continued to poke sporadically, trapping her further and further into the plush folds of the couch. “What are you going to do about it?”
Nene was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, or, more accurately, a cushion and a couch. On one hand, she could give Rui the satisfaction of letting herself be goaded into tickling him. The other option involved her getting tickled to death or suffocated in a couch. Death might be preferable if she really thought about her wisenheimer boyfriend in a self superior mood for too long.
Luckily for them both, the assault on her belly didn’t leave much room for thought, only action. In a bout of strength that would have shocked them both had Rui actually been trying to fight her, she pushed at the hands long enough to wedge her body from her plush prison and straddle Rui’s waist. Nene looked dangerously down at him, all while he continued to prod, keeping her in a constant state of jolting and squealing.
Exactly as she predicted, his face was radiating with the joy of his achievement. She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re nahat subtle- hehe-!”
“Subtlety can be forgone in cases in which the alternative is still effective, no?”
“Whaht are you even saying?” Nene laughed through her words, both from the tickling and fondness for the man under her.
But just as he started to explain, she decided she didn’t particularly want to hear it (and maybe wanted to rush in) and rapidly squeezed his hips, rendering him unable to speak through waves and waves of laughter.
Still not forgetting the original reason behind his visit, however, she asked, “How’s this for a distraction? Happy?”
“HAHAHA-ha-happyHEHE!” He agreed, the cackling around it speaking volumes more than the answer itself.
She smiled to herself . Whatever made him happy.
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Fun fact: This was actually my SECOND piece with the prompts, I have a half baked Polyshow one that I got such bad writers block on that I started over with a totally new idea. I'll tag you, marloloweler, if it ever sees the light of day. Apologies if this is a little rusty, it's been a sec.
To a Happy New Year in 2025!!!!!! It is the season of the Hinomoris!!! Hwuagauhsha I love the Hinomori sisters,, I miss all of the siblings COLOPALE GIVE US ANOTHER SIBLING EVENT. Fair warning for a smidgen of baby talk from Shizuku bc, as a ler, she would.
sfw tickle fic!! project sekai: lee!shiho, ler!shizuku (familial) feat. a cameo from the tenmas!!
“I’m not angry,” Shiho muttered as she slid the door shut, channeling every ounce of her self-control to not slam it. Her hand was shaking, just a little, and she quickly hid it behind her back.
Knelt on the tatami mat, Shizuku pouted, her hands coming together nervously. Noticeably, she did not have her phone on her. They had Tsukasa and Saki on the case, but the missing phone was still the root of Shiho’s flaring headache.
“But you look angry! I’m so so sorry, Shii!”
“It’s fine. Just drop it.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice time and bothering you and making you bring me home! I deserve to be yelled at. Please forgive me.” The line of Shizuku’s eyes began to quiver, and Shiho’s stomach plummeted.
“Please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do if you cry!” she rushed out. Shiho felt maybe a little bad treating her older sister like a child. Then again, if she was going to get lost around the city at night, like a child, maybe she deserved it… “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…” Shiho joined her sister on the mat and crossed her arms. “Look, you were out there all by yourself. What if you broke something or got stuck, or a crook came after you? It feels pretty crappy when I can’t be there to back you up, s’all.”
Shizuku’s watery frown quickly bloomed into a smile, and she reached out a graceful hand to ruffle Shiho’s hair. “Aww, Shii is so cute when she worries about me! I’m so lucky to have such a caring baby sister!”
Of course. I worry about you too, you know. With a grunt, Shiho batted her hand away. “It— It’s not like that! And you’re too carefree! You weren’t thinking; something really bad could’ve happened,” she scolded.
“Oh, I would take care of it. I’m an idol, remember? I’m strong!” Shizuku put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a tranquil, airy smile. Shiho sighed.
You being an idol is what has me worried. Shiho’s arms remained crossed, wary of her sister at her side. She fixed an aloof expression to her face (and failed to notice her pinkened cheeks or the moue of her lips. Cute when she worries).
Her stony silence was disrupted by a high squeak and a zap of electricity splitting through her ribs. Shiho launched herself to the other side of the mat. Embarrassed pooled in her cheeks, until she glanced at her sister and paled at the expression she found.
“Sh— Shizuku!” Her voice jumped in volume, her mute removed. “What is up with you?”
“I’m showing you I have ways of defending myself!” Shizuku laughed lightly, inching closer. Shiho inched away. “If a bad guy tries to attack me, I’ll just do this!”
“Huh!? Get awa— AHehey!”
Her nimble fingers fluttered under Shiho’s arms. She gasped and flailed, feeling her core muscles stiffen and her composure crumble. “Ehehaha wahahait! Shizukuhu nohoHOhaha!
Soft, shrieky giggles rung out of Shiho’s mouth, Shizuku’s hands an unwelcome worming in her underarms. She fell onto her side, squirming and puffing air. “S- Stohop waHAha whahaHY thiHIhis!? Thihis dohohoesn’t— this doesn’t hahahehehelp!”
“Doesn’t it? Hmm, but it looks like it works,” Shizuku asked, a guileless frown on her face even as Shiho’s mind buffered in bewilderment. “My trick is so effective, it even made gwumpy Shii laugh!”
Shiho’s stomach fluttered. “IHIhI’m nohot, ihihit’s juhuhust chihihildihihish!” Shiho’s wriggling and head-shaking was futile; she knew Shizuku had mastered the art of being clingy. All she could do was squeeze her elbows to her sides and try to hide her aching, red-hot cheeks.
Shizuku leaned over, beaming when she caught Shiho’s smile, so wide that her eyes had to squint to fit it on her face. “Aww, there’s that smile I wuv so much!” Her fingers escaped Shiho’s underarms and crawled down her ribs. Squealing, Shiho curled into a ball and covered her face. “That warm smile that belongs to my adorable adorable sister! Shii must be having so much fun.”
As earnest as Shizuku was, her observations were lighting sparklers in Shiho’s face. She didn’t deny it— but only because she didn’t get the chance to, okay!?
As Shizuku continued to spout gibberish such as ‘Shii’s just so squeezable!’ and ‘it’s my roly-poly sister!’, the fluttering fingers suddenly vanished.
Eyes popped open, Shiho inhaled and prepared to rub the tingling away, when the hands suddenly reappeared, now finding a way under her hoodie. “Oh, Shii, what’s this?” Shizuku tilted her head, and Shiho squeaked and braced herself. “All of a sudden I feel… Aah… Aaah… Aaaah tatatatatatata!”
Not the tatatata’s! Shizuku accompanied these with quick skitterings up and down Shiho’s sides. It was her worst nightmare right from her childhood! The Shiho-ball cried and rolled around in an effort to outrun the embarrassment. “NOnohono! Stohop stop! AHAHIhI’m nahaHAT a kihihihID! SHIhizuKUHUhu!”
Like a string suddenly plucked and reverberating in Shiho’s muscles, a burst of strength allowed her to break free and roll away, collapsing onto the tatami mat. She gulped in air and threw her arms over her burning face.
“Onee-chan! Thahat wouldn’t stohop a crook at all!” Shiho exclaimed, astounded at how grandma-like her sister could be. Tickling? As a weapon of defense? Seriously?
Shizuku padded over to her, her hands nearly brushing Shiho’s sides. She tensed, only to relax when all Shizuku did was flop onto the mat next to her. “Aww, Shii, I only wanted to relieve some of your stress.”
Shiho dropped her arms. She turned to Shizuku. Her wobbly eyes had returned, and Shiho breathed. “I… get that, but.” Shiho looked down and pretended her fingers were playing a chord on her bass. “It’s not so easy to stop worrying about you.”
Shizuku giggled, as delicate and comforting as her name. “I understand what you mean. I’m always worried as well.”
Shiho glanced to her side, eyelids and mouth parted. “Really?”
“Mhm.” Shizuku’s eyes crinkled honestly, a clear, intent sheen to them that Shiho had only seen maybe once before. “I worry about Airi, and Minori, and Haruka. And about my future as an idol, and making the fans happy.” She shook her head. “But I still want to be a reliable older sister for you, someone that you can confide in. That’s why I’ll do my best not to be a reason for Shii’s concern!”
I’ll always be looking out for you, though… Shiho sighed, a tiny smile creeping up her mouth. “And I guess… I’ll let my sister work herself up over me more often.” Then she huffed again. “Just don’t lose your phone again, got it?”
Evidently not getting it, Shizuku gasped, eyes twinkling, almost like she was about to cry again. “Shii!”
“Ah, Shizuku! Don’t glomp me like that!”
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Meanwhile, with the Tenma siblings…
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“Found it!”
Tsukasa hopped to his feet, planting a hand on his hip. The phone he held up like a trophy had a translucent mint case, a dangling swan charm, and scuffs and scratches all over. Definitely the right one.
“Yay! Good job, Nii-chan!” Saki clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the bush she had been looking in. “Now let’s call Shizuku and Shihoppy and tell them the good news.”
Pulling out his phone, Tsukasa laughed triumphantly. “Aha, of course! I shall inform Shizuku that her hero and his sister-in-arms have prevailed!” He dialed a contact — Shizuku’s, of course — and listened to his phone ring.
…And the phone in his other hand, Shizuku’s phone, rang as well.
Grhalsjkaja Shizuku the girl that you are… anyway lee!Shiho!!!! Or as I like to call her, Shleeho!! Ahaha…
Anyway the Hinomori siblings are so darn adorable I just know Shiho worries so much about Shizuku bc that girl does not worry enough for herself, the same way Shizuku dotes on Shiho and tries (tries) to give her as carefree a life as possible
HC that Shizuku baby-talks her lees not even in a malicious way just bc that’s her natural reaction whenever she sees something cute, and Shiho when she’s tkled curls up into ball hoping that will protect her. Normally she’s a fighter but when it comes to tkling… it’s flight or freeze
ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST DRAFT AFTER SPENDING 3 HOURS ON IT AND HAD TO RETYPE LIKE 85% OF IT SO I AM WRITING THIS FUELED BY RAGE. I hope I didn’t forget smth bc I literally don’t retain anything. Also I’ve been working on this since July?????
I'm new to tumblr, so i don't really know much about anything yet- but practickles, would it be okay if I made a blog about tickles, including *your* tickle charts? I will credit you on every post I make with the chart, and I will also credit you in the blog desc. Asking for permissioj before i create a blog (if i do)! tyy :)
Hey!!! It's okay! I literally put my name on the charts so that isn't a problem, you don't need to credit me at all. It means a lot that you'd ask but it really is no big deal. Go for it, no credit needed! And have fun, glad to see another blog joining the ranks.
Whats up gang? (I'm envisioning like three of you in a semi circle in shitty plastic chairs and clapping like a parent at a soccer game.)
I'm gonna try and do prompts off august-anon's Tickletober list this year. I'm a little stuck on inspiration and ideas, so I'm opening requests. Just send me a day number, fandom and pairing/mini prompt to go with it. You might get a set of HC's, you might get a drabble, or you might get a whole fic! Wow! It's just like trick or treating, but the only trick is my poor time management skills!
Right now, I still need stuff for days between and including 1-5, 8-12, 15-19 21-25, 27, and 29-31.
My fandoms right now are (obviously) pjsk BUT ALSO:
Stardew Valley
Your Turn to Die: Death Game by Majority (Non or pre-death game AU. My approach to tickling in horror media is We're Just Gonna Pretend Everything Was Alright :3)
Good Omens
Baldur's Gate 3 (Keeping in mind I'm just about half way done with Act 3)
and not quite a fandom I’m very involved in but I have been itching to write anything Howl’s Moving Castle (The Ghibli Film OR the book, though I haven’t read the sequels yet) and am starved for ideas.
Considering making a secondary blog. (Poll at the end of this post that is pure rambling)
I will preface this by saying: I write stupid embarrassing tickle stuff on the internet that ~100 strangers on the internet think is kinda cool. I do it for my own self gratification of staring down my masterlist and going "Heh I did that :)" Regardless of how this poll turns out, I am gonna branch out, it's just a matter of where I publish it for you, dear internet strangers who think I'm kinda cool.
Right now, minus two event fics, my blog has been ENTIRELY pjsk stuff, however, I have some ideas and drafts that ARENT pjsk (I have other interests??? Shocking!) that I wanna put out into the void. When I do this, would you rather they go here (practickles) or to a second blog more oriented on being the equivalent of a church potluck. It'd be a little bit of everything, while practickles OG remains as a blog for my primary interest. It wont necessarily be pjsk forever, just the thing I'm currently creating the most for at the moment. This avoids (using the potluck metaphor) someone showing up for the singular bowl of pasta salad (a fandom I wrote one fic for and then never again) and instead getting 70 crockpots of mac and cheese (fandoms theyre not interested in) on their dash at all times.
All yapping aside, if it's relevant information, the dishes I am currently considering bringing to the hypothetical potluck blog are Your Turn to Die, Stardew Valley, Baldur's Gate 3 and Howls Moving Castle (not through the sequels yet but working on it). Potentially Persona 5 too, if I A: Ever get around to playing it and B: like it.
I am also not opposed to getting into new fandoms if anyone has any recommendations there.
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Separate the blogs, I want practickles to remain what it is now
Shove it here and make everything a mess, we live in a godless timeline anyway
spare any harushiho thoughts? i think they’re a fun pair 🐧
OOOOOOOOO OKAY. Despite these two being in my top three favs, I don't know that I've ever thought of them together, so I will do my best.
My first thought is that they both completely overthink the whe tickling thing in COMPLETELY opposite directions. Haruka is concerned she's coming on too strong about liking it and wanting to tickle/be tickled by Shiho, and Shiho is mortified attempting to express how much she likes it too. But once it comes to a point where someone (probably Haruka. Shiho is taking that to the grave) gets concerned enough to have a conversation, they talk and get things worked out.
Shiho has a harder time accepting/admitting she likes it and Haruka is so so so patient. She encourages Shiho to tickle her and is super careful not to overwhelm her when she's tickling back. So so so so so many reassurances and "take your time"s Haruka would love to just gently tickle and trace along Shiho's back and neck while they talk about their days. HC that Shiho has to be in a very specific mood for rough tickles so she either lers or lets Haruka turn her into a mushy pile of sweet giggles.
Shizuku TOTALLY tells on Shiho to Haruka and just gushes about how sweet her laugh is and how happy she is that the two are so close and everything under the sun about how cute Shiho is. Saki is also guilty of the same things, but considerably less so, however she will be more direct and mean about it, telling Haruka her worst spots and exactly how to destroy her.
Shiho LOVES using it to make Haruka relax. Just the knowledge that Haruka is happy and *she's* the one that caused it makes her really really happy. When Shiho's feeling particularly playful or in need of revenge, she'll sneak up behind her and taze her sides and then get beet red when the person she deliberately tried to make laugh, actually laughs and doubles over.
Sometimes Haruka has a bad day and has a little trouble communicating that so she'll hover around Shiho until she notices something is up before finally Shiho talks to her about it and finishes by raising her hands up in a silent little offer to wreck Haruka until she can't even remember what was upsetting her.
They're just sweet and awkward and lovely, thank you sm anon!
