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Hi. I'm an artist who likes to draw/write cutesy tickle stuff sometimes. I only care about cartoons, I don't like irl stuff.

This is a sideblog. This blog will mostly be OC stuff, I'm not regularly in many fandoms.

I don't do roleplaying and stuff. I'm just here to blog about my little guys 👍

I am an adult, so minors please do not try to interact with me. If I see a minor in my notifications I block on sight!

Tags:

Silly Talkin - Text posts Silly Scribbles - Art posts Silly Answers - Responses to asks Silly Words - My writing Silly Tears - Sometimes I do sappy crying art, that goes here Tickle Art - All of my tickle art will have this tag! Others Art - Art Reblogs, can be drawn or written NSFT WARNING - I don't post NSFW often, but when I do I will tag it My OCs - Art and info about my OCs... may not cover everything

More about my OCs:

Silly Coworkers - About a situationship between 2 office workers.

Silly Monsters - 4 tickle monsters living together in captivity, under the watchful eye of a wizard scientist!

More about the Monsters: Risio | Mirt | Peet | Greary

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Finished a Valentine’s Day doodle I discarded from earlier this year… (that’s why it’s uncharacteristically gooey lol 🫣)

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Sweet Dreams

A nightmare wakes Risio up in the middle of the night, and he has to reassure himself that everything is as it should be before returning to bed.

I've been hemming and hawing about posting this one for a while because it's a little sappy and dramatic, but it's also cute so I'm posting it!

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Risio awoke with a start in the dark. He couldn’t immediately remember the details of the dream, but his body seemed to remember. He breathed heavily, and his heart— or whatever was in there— pounded in his chest. Worst of all, he felt a deep, directionless sense of loss. He had tears in his eyes.

It was not a feeling he was entirely unaccustomed to. He had nightmares, had as long as he could remember. They seemed to have gotten worse since arriving in the gaol, though. He’d been meaning to bring it up to Ignatius, but couldn’t figure out how. It seemed silly, not worth mentioning.

Besides, night terrors didn’t really suit him.

He just sat there in the silent darkness, clutching his chest, catching his breath. Straining to remember what the dream had been about.

Details came back to him in brief flashes; he was running through the woods— no idea why, where to, or from what— and the others were running with him. He was trying to keep up, but the foliage got thicker and thicker and before long he lost sight of all of them. He yelled for them, but no sound came out.

Just thinking about it made a lump form in his throat. It shouldn’t have been that upsetting, but for some reason it was. He couldn’t shake the feeling of terror, grief, panic that still coursed through him. It made his hands shake.

He wasn’t getting back to sleep. His head was a cacophony of directionless, confusing anxiety, and every time he closed his eyes he was afraid that when he opened them he’d be sitting in the forest amongst the thick ensnaring foliage, scared and alone.

He got out of bed. Stupid as it was, he needed to check. Make sure the others were asleep in their beds, that everything was okay. That the dream really wasn’t real. Or a bad omen, or whatever.

Greary was the next door down. Sleeping peacefully, long raven hair coiling prettily on his sheets and pillow. Peet’s room was across the hallway from Greary, and when Risio peeked in he was snoring softly and hugging his pillow.

Mirt’s room was directly across the hallway from Risio’s, and Risio breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door to his usual nighttime tranquility. He smiled in his sleep.

They were all fine. Everything was normal. Nothing to worry about.

He stood there and stared at Mirt as he slept for a moment. Hoped his comfort and calm might rub off on him somehow.

“You good, Risio?” The sleeping monster murmured suddenly, without opening his eyes. Risio froze.

Mirt cracked one eye just a sliver.

“Something wrong, mate?” He asked sleepily, but in the same sweet, easygoing way he always would. Risio felt his face get hot; he didn’t want the others to know he was doing this. But now Mirt knew, and he was still feeling shaken enough that he was tempted to say something.

“N-nothing. A nightmare. Just checkin’ on ya.” He huffed out a short, irritated breath. “Go back to sleep.”

Mirt let his response hang in the cool night air for a moment before responding, and for a second Risio thought he had, indeed, fallen back asleep.

“Mm… a nightmare?” He slurred. “C’mere.” He patted the spot on the pillow next to him, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

“Whaddaya think I am? A little kid?” Risio raised his voice just above a whisper, feeling his cheeks get hotter. “It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.”

Mirt didn’t respond, just pulled his arms from beneath the sheets and held them outstretched in Risio’s direction. Eyes still closed, still smiling sweetly.

Risio let out a tense sigh. He was tired. He was cold.

He wordlessly climbed into Mirt’s bed, into Mirt’s arms, under the blanket. Mirt’s claws came to rest on his back, just barely reaching around his trunk. He rested his cheek on Mirt’s gracile chest, felt tears well in his tired eyes again.

He was expecting Mirt to say or do something else, but he seemed to have quickly drifted back off to sleep.

It was an odd feeling; was it relief? Fear? He’d felt briefly like he’d never see Mirt again, and now he was sleeping in his arms. Happy? He was so happy and so sad at the same time. His heart— or whatever was in there— hurt, his chest felt tight.

He sniffled, and tears burned his eyes. To his mortification, he felt Mirt’s palm gently rub up and down his back.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, so softly it was barely audible even in the silence of the night.

Risio woke up giggling.

“Whahaha— waiheeheet!” He squeaked, disoriented and groggy. Mirt gently poked his belly a few more times under the covers.

“Lookie here, I’ve got a little stowaway, haven’t I?” Mirt teased playfully. “When’d you sneak in here?” Risio cackled, kicked his feet and rolled back and forth on Mirt’s bed.

“Mihihihirt you ahahahass!”

“I suppose I shouldn’t question such a lovely gift, hmm? Not every day I get breakfast in bed…” Mirt made a silly om-nom-nom sound, buried his velvety snout in Risio’s neck and nipped at him softly with his lips. Risio screamed with laughter, but part of him melted.

“Love to start my day off right with a lovely little salad, I do! Mm mm mm!”

“GAHAHAD SHUT UHUHUHUP! Get OFFA me!”

Risio could only barely get the words out before his squirming sent him tumbling mercifully onto the floor. Mirt giggled giddily, peered over the side of the bed with a sheepish grin.

“Whoopsie.”

Risio groaned, propped himself up on his elbows.

“Aw, cram it. That was on purpose.”

“I didn’t expect you to squirm off the bed!” Mirt chortled, offering him a hand. “Whaddaya say we go get ourselves some proper breakfast, eh?”

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IGGY BELLY BUTTON DEATH SPOT YEEESSSSSS 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING ME

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Hi I am. Very in love with Hyssop

He's so stinking cute, I CAN'T 😭😭😭

Got any fun facts about that silly guy? 👀👀

Oooh, yay! I’ll just dump a bit of trivia here

(General)

- Hyssop is old money, like most Elves. He lives alone in one of his family’s old palaces, and he has a nepo-baby profession that he definitely pays less attention to than he should (he just signs off on important documents without even reading them…)

- he’s generally flighty and forgetful, and being a sheltered rich boy he’s worryingly naive sometimes

- he loves parties and balls in theory, but in practice they always go poorly for him

- he’s a hopeless romantic, but in the childish way of someone who doesn’t actually have much romantic experience

- among ‘lower’ peoples he seems very posh and elegant and sophisticated but by Elf standards he’s a awkward foolish oaf. He really doesn’t get along with his own kind, but he’s also too out-of-touch to make non-elf friends either…

- he has a bad habit of trying to “buy” or “hire” friends, and his desperation to make friends with his staff is a little off putting

- (basically he’s fundamentally good natured but extremely privileged and kind of socially incompetent 🥲)

(Tickle Specific)

- seems to think he’s being subtle and normal about how much he likes to be tickled (he is not)

- almost exclusively lee, will pretty much only tickle others to initiate a tickle fight he can lose

- he especially loves armpit and rib tickles

- the type to be like “nooo don’t tickle me~ stooop~” and then just stare at you eagerly until you get the hint

- has shockingly high stamina when it comes to tickling. Phlox has tickled him at least once a day every day since he bought him (usually more) and he hasn’t tired of it yet

- even though getting tickled is very routine to him at this point he still gets nervous and giddy and excited every time

- he’s VERY excited to discover that tickle monsters are more common than he thought… he desperately wants to go into the gaol and meet Iggy’s monsters but Iggy constantly warns him that that’s probably a really really bad idea

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Hyssop, Phlox and Ignatius cheat sheet 🔎

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iggy’s belly button is a death spot TO ME. he strikes me as being terribly ticklish everywhere (and very embarrassed about it). i can’t wait to see a tickle chart for him <33

Yknow I actually JUST got to the point of actually starting to map out spots, so… your contribution is under consideration 🫡

I’m deeeefinitely not especially suggestible to that particular line of thinking lol 🫣

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Even after finding out that tickle monsters are intelligent and Phlox is literally just like... a guy. Living in his house. Hyssop still adores him and is affectionate to him like he would be to a pet

Like he pets him and picks him up and cuddles him and babytalks at him and has dumb nicknames for him like "Phloxy Woxy"

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Hyssop's tickle monster, Phlox. Hyssop refers to him as his “pet”, but Phlox is a very clever creature— likely much cleverer than Hyssop himself. But he is lazy and knows a golden opportunity when he sees it, and as such was quick to accept the position as a rich boy’s pampered lap dog.

He can tickle and restrain people with his loooong prehensile tail or his quick claws, and he can disappear into the shadows to creep around and sneak up on his prey.

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Hyssop is such a beauty! I really like his silhouette and his long legs, so charming... Will we get his tickle spots map?👀👀 No pressure, he's just so pretty, makes me want to know more about him!

Aaa I'm glad you like him! I admit I've had him in the wings for a while but it took me a while to figure out what he looks like

but omg that reminds me I still haven't even done Ignatius's tickle map 😭 I'm gonna go on vacation tomorrow (finally 😵) so I'll get a chance to work on both! And hopefully some other doodles too... though tickle maps in particular are very fun to do so that'll be a nice relaxing little exercise 😝

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This is going to sound silly but I think part of why I love tickle art so much is it kind of allows me to just revel in making stuff that is stupidly self-indulgently cutesy

which is weird because it's not like being cute or liking cute things is even taboo or anything? I just feel like it clashes with every other part of me, and a cynical part of me does roll my eyes when something is "too cute" or "too sentimental". But then I make shit like this.

Oh well. The duality of man and all that lol

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I've decided that the person sponsoring Ignatius' research is an eccentric stupidly wealthy elf guy named Hyssop

And he's doing it because he has a (super exotic rare and expensive (he got scammed)) pet tickle monster and wants to know everything there is to know about tickle monsters so he can make sure he's taking care of him correctly

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This feels so mean but I might have to start instablocking people who try to interact with me without any sort of age in bio or pinned

and like ESPECIALLY if your blog is full of like...... no offense but baby coded media. So object show or d*ndy's w*rld or r*bl*x or p*ppy pl*ytime and shit like that

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i really appreciate how you put aftercare panels in ur work. its an underrated part of the whole tickle kink thing imo

Oh yes, I agree! Even though it's just a cartoon I still sometimes feel like I need to draw a little aftercare scene just to reassure myself that everyone had fun y'know 😭

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Ok. Now I need some Scratch and Trifle lore. I love this duo so much!!

lmao I don't really have any lore for them since they were just doodles so I will make some up on the fly!

Scratch comes from the town of Dirge and Trifle comes from Lark, the next town over! Even though the towns are right next to each other they have wildly different climates, with Lark being warm and sunny almost every day and Dirge always being cold and cloudy.

Lark's mayor Sonny Day came up with the idea to do sort of a foreign exchange program between the two towns to introduce a little bit of diversity into their culturally insulated communities... and Dirge's Mayor Darcy Dour went along with it just to get her out of his hair.

Lark sent Trifle because he's such a fun, friendly, sweet and likable guy! And not at all because he's a bit too much even for them!

And Dirge sent Scratch because everyone collectively agreed that no one would really miss him... like who even is that guy?

And thus the two of them are fated to be foils for one another! Because of an ill-conceived government program!

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More Scratch doodles because even though he’s just a scribble in a hat I still think he’s adorable 😔

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Reblog to give one of your mutuals a vivid tickle dream

minors and blank/ageless blogs blocked on sight

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reblogging bc you guys deserve it <3