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Mid 20s. Asexual, aromantic, agender, autistic. Not for kids, not sexual *or* SFW. Call me Stars or Seelie.

[sillyseelie]

sup. this is a blog for thinking about tickling because i am gay. 

this blog is not nsfw, not sfw, but a secret third thing (none of your business and not for kids.)

sometimes i write, and if a miracle happens, i draw. here's stuff i really like.

Homestuck

D&D/The Adventure Zone (Balance)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

DSMP/Minecraft in general (characters only)

The Legend of Zelda

Arcane (TV)

Sense8

She-Ra

The Amazing Digital Circus

Sun Haven

[sillyseelie]

deeply funny when someone follows me and it's like "i know what notes you were looking through"

[guppygiggles]

omg i heard pokemon reqs. espeon perhaps?

Order up :3

[ghostlee]

Pstt…

ler!shadow milk and lee!silent salt?.. pls 🥺

It’s not SMC as the Ler so sorry abt that but there’s some Lee!PreCorruption Salt for you 🥹

I love them dearly-

Look at them with their cute little swords

[the-cooler-dirk-strider]

how long do u think dual was goin at it before dirk finally cracked?

[the-cooler-dirk-strider]

wrote a lil fic for this so

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[sillyseelie]

anyone know of an extension to un-color/un-size text because there's so many blogs i'd like to follow if only for the fact i Cannot Fucking Read Them without discomfort

[the-cooler-dirk-strider]

neurons fired

[the-cooler-dirk-strider]

how long do u think dual was goin at it before dirk finally cracked?

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day Twenty-Four - Flinch

Notes: This fic, otherwise known as - Eridan is definitely Sollux's kismesis and definitely wants to be his matesprit. This is like,,,, loosely based in some point of time in Homestuck. Read it as you will lol.

Summary: Eridan won't stop flinching when they're making out, and Sollux is growing frustrated.

Hands clumsily gripped his shirt, and in the dark of the closet it was difficult to tell whether the gesture was meant to be affectionate or antagonistic. Eridan’s back hit the wall, and he grunted in irritation, pushing against the other’s hold. Sollux merely pushed back harder.

“You know you can’t pull me out of important team meetings like this every time you decide you want a fuck buddy,” Eridan reminded the other impatiently. “As a member of the council, you know I have to be there—”

“There’s no fucking council, Er,” Sollux said, rolling his eyes. “Karkat just made that up to appease you.”

“He gave me a position,” Eridan sniffed.

“A fake position.”

“An honorary fake position.”

“Is there a difference?”

There wasn’t, technically speaking, but Eridan didn’t give him the satisfaction of replying. Not that he would have cared to in the first place. Arguing about it was merely a formality that he had to upkeep to hide the fact that he didn’t give a singular flying fuck what kind of meeting he was missing so long as it meant he got to have Sollux—Sollux touching him, kissing him, doing many other risqué activities that would make others blush if repeated to them. Letting Sollux know how much he genuinely liked these secret meetups of theirs, looked forward to them even, would certainly bring an end to them, so instead he kept up a steady stream of snide remarks to throw him off.

“My shirt—” Eridan hissed when hands met bare skin as Sollux awkwardly attempted to lift his shirt. “You’re gonna rip it if you keep pulling like that.”

“Stop wearing such complicated clothing then,” Sollux snapped back. He fumbled for latches in the back, struggling to see anything in the dark. Eridan kept suggesting they simply use his room where there was light and space to properly move around, but Sollux refused off principal. Someone could walk in at any moment and there was no guarantee they’d be fast enough to hide the evidence. And so—closet. “God, does this thing even come off?”

“It’s a bit further down, there’s a string.” Eridan’s words were broken up, breathless as Sollux pushed up against him for leverage, all warm hands and breath against his sensitive neck. He hardly dared move, a puppet in his hands as Sollux drew closer to what he had been looking for until—

“Mmmhmehe!”

The body against him froze up, and Sollux pulled back, thankfully taking those hands with him as he went. He looked Eridan hard in the eyes, not annoyed, just speculative.

“Did you just fucking giggle?”

“Ah… no?”

“Don’t lie to me.” Sollux reached out quickly, poking a curious line up his side. Eridan couldn’t help the way he shrunk back at that, choking on a spluttery sound. “Oh. You’re ticklish.”

“I am not!” Eridan huffed, straightening his shirt back down to cover up anymore bare skin. Sollux was the last person he needed in possession of that information. “You just startled me."

“You were startled both of the times?”

Eridan paused. “Yes?”

It was clear he was lying; the fact was indisputable by now. Sollux appraised him, glancing up and down in a way that should have felt invasive but didn’t. Eridan hated how much he liked having that attention on him, even if it was unfortunate in this particular situation. “You’re definitely lying, but I don’t have time to argue about it now. Maybe another time.”

“What is that supposed to mean—”

His protest was cut off by Sollux’s lips crashing firmly into his and effectively ending the conversation then. It was what he had wanted in the first place, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of disappointment as the conversation ended. But then Sollux’s teeth were scraping against his neck and any thoughts he might have had melted into incoherence.

“—the fucking nerve of him! Waltzing into my room like he owned the place! And yeah, sure, I guess it wasn’t terrible seeing him there, cause whatever, he’s okay sometimes, but it’s the audacity to think that he can just enter? Without my permission? As if we’re friends now, which is in and of itself a ludicrous idea because who the fuck would want to be friends with that nattering lunatic who wouldn’t know when it’s time to shut the fuck up if a clock came and tongue-fucked him on the mouth.” Karkat paused, glancing over at the other. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmm?” Eridan startled. He sat up straighter in the chair he was lounging on, struggling to remember the last hour of Karkat’s rambling. Something Dave Strider, blah, blah, blah, something about rooms, blah, blah, blah, a comment about a poem and then several sexual innuendoes, blah, blah, blah…. “You want to fuck Strider?” he tried, doing his best to connect the dots.

Karkat gaped at him, sputtering and bulging his eyes as if Eridan had just suggested he kill his own Lusus. “Fuck—fuck him??? Are you out of your mind? I wouldn’t fuck him if he were the last human on this planet! I wouldn’t fuck him if he were the last troll on this planet! I wouldn’t fuck him if the god of this shitty universe we’re all floating around in like the last stray fruit loops in a bowl of abandoned cereal were to come down and give me the ultimatum: fuck Dave Strider or I end it all right here. That’s right! The fate of the universe determined by what pathetic creature you stick your fucking bulge in. And I still wouldn’t goddamn do it! I wouldn’t fuck Dave Strider if he was on his hands and knees composing me free-fucking-form poetry about how badly he needed me to ride his useless, shitty stick or whatever it is they even have down there! I wouldn’t—”

It was clear that Karkat had been sufficiently distracted and would likely continue on this rant for maybe as long as the one he had just finished. Eridan sighed, slumping over the back of his chair and resting his chin in his hand. He hadn’t got any sleep last night because Sollux had found him on his way to his bedroom and pulled him into a dark corridor where they spent at least half the night groping each other. The times at which Sollux was seeking him out were growing more and more inconvenient, and Eridan should probably bring it up to him at some point.

That wasn’t the issue that was bothering him though. They had been going at it for a few hours, Sollux tearing a bloody path of bitemarks up his torso, when one of the bites near his sides had been a little too light. Eridan had fucking flinched, again, and let out that stupid, pathetic giggle that seemed to stop Sollux in his tracks.

Can you stop being so fucking ticklish, I’m trying to get some work done here, Sollux had said.

I’m not ticklish, Eridan had insisted. The skin there is delicate. You have to be gentle with it. It just hurts is all—you should really trim your fangs before giving them access to someone else’s skin.

Sollux had only bitten him harder after that comment, proving very obviously that Eridan was more than fine with things being too rough if the moan he let out was anything to go off of. But as time went on, Eridan would have insisted that Sollux was doing it on purpose. Every bite was too light, with lips brushing the skin and warm breath sending goosebumps skittering up Eridan’s flesh. He couldn’t go more than five minutes without trying to squirm away or hissing out what was almost a laugh. Twenty minutes went by of this before Sollux got fed up with him and left, leaving Eridan embarrassed, sleep deprived, and extremely sexually frustrated.

Eridan flushed at the memory and gripped the back of the chair tightly. He couldn’t tell what exactly about it was bothering him so much. Sure, it was annoying that he hadn’t had a fulfilling sexual escapade in weeks because his own sensitivity kept getting in the way. And yes, he was indignant at Sollux for pointing it out and embarrassed that it was made obvious how little it took to tickle him. And of course, he was offended that Sollux felt like he had any right to be mad at Eridan for something that was frankly entirely out of his control.

But none of that was quite the issue. There was something deeper lurking underneath that Eridan refused to acknowledge because the truth was far too embarrassing.

“What are you ranting on about?”

Eridan startled at the voice and turned. Sollux was standing in the doorway, watching Karkat with unmasked annoyance. Not that it would have any effect on the latter. Karkat didn’t usually allow the moods of others to impact how he decided to comport himself. Sollux looked over at Eridan briefly, a burst of disgust and lust flashing in his eyes. Eridan met his gaze coolly, hoping he didn’t look as eager as he felt to see the other.

In a moment of uncharacteristic mercy, Karkat merely shrugged and said, “Nothing. Nothing of any importance, anyway, if Eridan’s wandering attention is anything to go by.” He shot Eridan a glare that the other returned gladly. “There’s nothing to do on this fucking planet but talk anyway.”

“Right.” Sollux turned to Eridan, his fingers twitching hungrily at his sides. “Eridan. I require your assistance."

Eridan’s heart and crotch fluttered with hope. “Oh? Well, I don’t know if I have the time. Karkat and I were in the middle of a meeting—”

“It’s fine, go ahead.” Karkat waved his hand, turning back to his console irritably. “Everyone else has already abandoned me, why not yourself as well? What’s the point of even having a fucking council if no one is ever going to stick around to get anything done—!”

But when Karkat whirled around in his chair, Eridan was already gone.

The ‘assistance’ Sollux required seemed to be fairly far away, as he spent forever leading Eridan down several complicated and twisting hallways. The room they finally entered into was one Eridan hadn’t been in before, which was rare. It was pretty empty and seemed to be a storage space, or perhaps a shitty home office. Sollux only seemed to care that it was isolated. The moment the door closed behind them, Sollux pressed Eridan against a desk and stared intently up at him. Eridan smiled weakly, unsure whether to be pleased or scared.

“You, uh, wanted my help?”

“I’ve decided I’m going to tickle you.”

Eridan flushed up to his gills, bristling indignantly. “I’m sorry? I don’t think that’s something you just get to decide. And anyways, I told you I’m not ticklish—”

“Bullshit.” In the next moment, Eridan realized he couldn’t move his hands; they were stuck where they gripped the edge of the desk, a blue and red shimmer floating around them. Stupid psionics. Sollux carefully pushed his shirt up, revealing Eridan’s stomach, which trembled under Sollux’s hands in a rather embarrassing display. “Your ticklishness has been getting in the way of my plans for a week or so now, I think I’m pretty aware of its existence. So, I’ve decided to roll with it.”

Eridan’s stomach was doing flips and cartwheels, not entirely unpleasantly. “Why do you even want to? It’s a childish thing, it’s hardly sexy.”

“I disagree.” Sollux grinned. “The sight of you squirming like a wriggler and begging for my mercy has a certain appeal. Besides, it’s clearly something that bothers you, so it would be remiss of me not to poke at it if I’m going to uphold my role as your kismesis.”

Right. Kismesis. Of course he believed the tickling was a bad thing that was happening. His stomach pinched in nerves and fear at what Sollux would think if he discovered how Eridan really felt about the tickling—how often he had fantasized about it since Sollux had first brushed up against him. He’d probably be laughed out of his position as kismesis, let alone any other romantic quadrants Eridan might have been thinking about broaching with the other. Not only was he sure to be humiliated thoroughly, Sollux would probably never want to do it to him again.

Which was difficult, as Eridan didn’t think he would be able to get through this without revealing how much he craved this particular attention. Especially with Sollux looking at him so intently.

“Sollux,” Eridan tried, his body screaming at him to shut up, to just enjoy this. “I really must demand that you let me go. As you know, my blood decrees—”

“Oh, no one gives a fuck about that shit here, Eri, we’re on a floating planet in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Right now, I’m in control and there’s not a whole lot you can do about that.”

God, if that sentence didn’t bring a bright violet flush all over Eridan’s body.

Sollux admired his stomach for a moment, panning his hands across the expanse. “I was mostly doing this to fuck with you, but I have to admit, it’s kind of hot having you all helpless like this. Your stomach’s so pale. It’s like you never get outside.”

“None of us get outside, what are you talking ab—oh!”

Eridan clamped his mouth shut as Sollux began tracing his nails over his stomach curiously. He didn’t stay on his stomach either. He made large, swooping gestures, passing over his sides, ribs, hips, nearing his underarms.

And Eridan flinched. And flinched. And flinched.

It really tickled.

Perhaps the worst part of all of it was that Eridan was far too ramped up to gain any amount of control over his laughter—if he had any to begin with. He giggled helplessly, not even bothering to tug on his arms as he gave into the sensation. He could still move the rest of his body, so his hips wriggled from side to side, shying away from the tickling. Sollux followed him effortlessly, upkeeping this horribly gentle pace that was honestly worse than if he had just dug in. And holy. Hell. If he’d had any doubts before as to whether he wanted this, those were all gone now. Eridan had never felt so content to sit back and be unraveled by another’s touch.

It might have even been better than the sex.

“Wow, you’re a lot more ticklish than I thought.” Sollux raised an eyebrow. “I mean, it seemed like you were pretty fucking ticklish, but this is ridiculous. I’m not even doing it that hard.” He moved his pace upwards, towards Eridan’s armpits. The troll’s hands were stuck just far enough apart that he couldn’t press his arms to his sides in protection. He burst into frantic, panicked laughter as the spot was tickled, hopping a little in place. “See! How do you live like this.”

Even the taunts were only working to make this better. Maybe he didn’t want a kismesis, but not exactly a matesprit either. Something in-between. He would be remiss to lose this aspect of hostility. “I-It’s yohohohour fucking nails, Sohohol, if you ever c-cut those things—”

“Not everyone has time to file their nails down. Some of us are busy.”

“Dohohoing what—NO! Sohohohollux!”

Sollux had reached up experimentally under his ears, fluttering said nails all over the sensitive skin there. Eridan had never been tickled there before. He honestly hadn’t even known it was a ticklish spot. But evidently, it was perhaps bad enough to qualify amongst his top spots. He felt like ripping Eridan’s hands off of his body. He squealed and slammed his head back and forth into his shoulders with such violence that Sollux grew concerned and used his psionics to hold his head still... which was infinitely worse. Now he had absolutely zero protection against what was turning out to be the most intense tickling of his life.

Sollux’s eyes widened as he watched the other shriek and cackle like a banshee. “Woah man! Your whole body’s turning violet. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush this much. And are you crying?”

Eridan couldn’t speak. All he could do was laugh and beg god for a mercy that wasn’t coming. He was grateful for his giggle-induced silence on the matter, as he was sure he would have verbalized this request to Sollux, and he didn’t want anything to actually lead to this ending. He was crying, a bit, tears welling at the edges of his eyes.

Sollux eventually lightened up after a few minutes, if only because Eridan looked close to passing out. “Jesus, Er. I didn’t even know people could be that ticklish. How are you still sane right now?”

Eridan giggled tiredly, unable to even move his head to shake his head. “Tickles… a lot…” he muttered, his skin still tingling horribly from past sensation. He felt like a livewire. It was exhilarating. When he was finally able to get a hold of some of his senses, he noticed that Sollux was staring at him. “What?”

“You didn’t ask me to stop once.” Sollux narrowed his eyes. He snapped his fingers and Eridan was free of his psionics. Instantly, he began rubbing at his ears and torso, trying to calm his nervous system back down. “I mean, I was practically killing you and you were just taking it.”

As he took in what the other was implying, Eridan swallowed. “I don’t… I mean, I must have. Right?”

“You’re not sure?”

“I—” he broke off, glancing away. “It’s possible. That I might not have said stop, in the moment.”

Sollux’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. Holy SHIT. I get it now. You liked it, didn’t you? Getting tickled to literal tears just now, that was enjoyable for you?”

Oh fuck. Eridan gaped at him, starting and cutting off protests as soon as they formed. He couldn’t get the words out. No, just say no, he screamed at himself, but he didn’t. Instead, he nodded, once, shamefully. He risked a glance at Sollux when the other didn’t say anything and noticed the yellow blush on Sollux’s features. “What’s wrong?”

Sollux shook his head, bringing his hand up and gnawing on his knuckles gently in a nervous fashion. “Nothing. Just… that’s something. I didn’t realize someone could like that.”

Eridan frowned. This was weird. Sollux was definitely freaked out, but he didn’t seem judgmental exactly. It was almost like he was nervous. “Well, I guess they can, so it seems.”

“Right.” Sollux continued just staring at him for several more minutes. Eridan watched his throat bob in a swallow. That’s when he recognized the expression. It wasn’t judgement. It was the same look Sollux gave him in meeting halls and across dining tables, the look that said he was about to drag him off to the nearest closed off space and fuck his brains out.

That was an interesting reaction to Eridan’s confession.

When Sollux realized he was being examined too, he stiffened, shoving up his shades with one finger and whirling on his heels. “Whatever. I have to get going now. Stuff to do, y’know.”

Eridan nodded wordlessly.

“See you around, Er.”

Eridan watched the door slam shut behind him. He slumped against the table, his heart racing in his chest.

“See you around.”

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day One - Anticipation

Notes: First day of tickletober! In honor of the fandom's pilot just getting released, I decided to delve back into my Homestuck obsession. I decided to go with these cuties because Rose and Kanaya simply do not get enough love in the fandom.

Summary: Rose is ticklish and Kanaya knows exactly what she's doing.

“Your games don’t work on me, Kan. I know what you’re doing, and while I admit that it is awfully charming and a tad insulting to my impeccable self-control, I am as unflappable as the breeze.”

It was all bluster, but there was no reason for Kanaya to know that. The normally laid-back troll had been gaining a mischievous side lately, Rose suspected as a result of her own influence. Rose had taken far too much joy teasing her girlfriend in the beginning of their relationship, and the habit had been infectious it seemed.

Kanaya was curled around Rose’s back, arms wrapped around her midsection, and her lips were only an inch away from the nape of her neck. “What games?” she whispered, her breath warm on Rose’s skin; shivers ran down her back. “I am only showing affection to my girlfriend. Is that a manipulation tactic now? If so, I was unaware.”

Rose could feel her smile and she fought back one of her own.

Kanaya had discovered that Rose was ticklish very early on in their relationship, though the issue was muted enough that it never caused any real problems with physicality. She had left the issue alone out of respect for Rose, as Kanaya knew her own sensitivity was not something she enjoyed being exploited. She had discovered that Rose enjoyed being tickled about a week ago, months into their relationship, after a slightly tipsy confession on Rose’s part. Kanaya had not acted on that information yet and Rose had been a nervous wreck ever since. She’d tried to keep up a calm composure, but it was evident that any sudden movement on Kanaya’s part made her eyes widen in fear and a thrill of delight.

And now, tonight. Kanaya’s fingers rested over her abdomen, a ghost of a touch, and her lips kept that infuriating distance away from her neck. Rose was covered in goosebumps, her fingers tangled tightly in the sheets as she tried to remain calm.

“You're not very subtle,” Rose noted, her voice cool and breezy in a manner that she did not feel. “You are well aware of my own proclivities and now you are using them against me.”

“Proclivities?” Kanaya asked innocently. “You’d have to be more specific.”

Rose flushed to her ears, hating that Kanaya would obviously notice. “Tickling,” she managed, the word a bit choked as she forced it out.

“Ah.” Kanaya’s lips just touched her neck, and even that sensation was enough to make Rose tense with a horribly girlish grin. “You are referring to your latent desire to be tickled. You should be more specific in the future. Tell me, how am I doing anything to that interest right now? I’m merely cuddling my girlfriend in the comfort of our own room.”

Rose had to take several deep breaths before she could be certain she’d speak in a normal, non-trembling voice. “Your charade is up, Kan. Your ruse has been blown. This psychological warfare has gone on long enough.”

Teeth against her neck, just sitting there. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You are purposefully teasing me.”

“How so?”

“You’ve been hovering around my neck like a lazy mosquito for fifteen minutes now.”

“But it’s such a ticklish spot. We’ve only just woken up from our nap a bit ago, I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you in your sleepy state.”

“Then why are you hovering?”

“Why? Is it bothering you?”

Rose huffed. Her neck had been a spot that early in their relationship Kanaya had learned to tread carefully with. Kissing had to be rough and cruel in order for pleasure to break through the startling, ticklish sensation normally prompted. Rose had never asked her to do this and had often felt disappointed whenever Kanaya held back. The purposeful, teasing lightness of Kanaya’s almost-there touch had to be on purpose now.

“Kan, please.”

Kanaya hummed, unable to hide how pleased she was with herself. “Which are you asking for? For me to stop or to keep going?”

Rose buried her face in her pillow, grateful Kanaya couldn’t see how she was grinning like a loon. “Kanaya."

“There’s no rush.” Kanaya’s fingers tapped gently against her midriff, her lips brushing the nape of her beck with a gentle kiss. Rose flinched, hard, shoulders ducking up instinctively. “We can stay like this for as long as you need.”

The offer was kind and cruel in equal measure, and Rose loved her for it as much as it frustrated her. It was all just ticklish enough that for a moment Rose considered enjoying what she could in order to avoid giving into Kanaya’s teasing. But the offer of seeing what it would be like if Kanaya really dug in was too tempting.

Rose bit her lip, curling tighter in on herself. “I suppose it would be amenable if you… ah... committed to your current plan of action.”

Kanaya laughed softly, the sound a beautiful thing in the quiet of their room. “A strange way of saying it, but I’ll allow it. I think you’ve suffered enough tonight.”

With that, Kanaya’s mouth set into motion at last, pressing quick, soft kisses all over her neck in a manner that had Rose giggling in seconds. Her neck tilted down in protest, shoulders scrunching up, but she made no effort to really squirm away from her girlfriend. At the same time, Kanaya’s finger began moving as well, walking a gentle spider’s trail all over her stomach and hips. This Rose could not help but squirm from, her legs kicking helplessly into the sheets as the tickles overwhelmed her.

“You humans are so cute,” Kanaya whispered into her ear, causing Rose to blush and shoot her an offended look. “Such defenseless creatures. And to think, you are allowing me to take advantage of you like this. These are poor instincts, Lalonde.”

The teasing was getting to her more than she’d like to admit. There was something delightful about the helpless position, and she did not protest when Kanaya wrapped a leg around her waist when a particularly vicious pinch to her hip made her try to twist away. “Kahahahan!”

“Is this all you can say, pretty thing? My name?"

“Plehehease!”

“Oh, you can beg too. How delightful. Well, you have doomed yourself now. I’m afraid I’m not gonna stop until I feel satisfied that you have begged for your life properly.”

She was sliding into the role of fearsome predator easily and Rose could tell she was enjoying herself. Rose was too. She made no attempt to escape, instead, allowing herself to give into this world of thrilling sensation as she giggled herself silly into the night.

[carrie-tate]

*spontaneously decided to rewatch the anime anyway*

[carrie-tate]

My momentary weakness for a favorite character from the past 🙏✨

[dippersgotchu]

I need someone to pick me up and throw me on the couch and tickle me silly WHO SAID THAT WOW guys the wind is crazy today haha

[dippersgotchu]

the problem about being aroace and wanting stuff like this, is that .. this is usually something portrayed as romantic. I want this. but with friends.. close loved ones. Not a romantic partner. I lack the necessary attraction for that, and it really sucks. It would be a lot easier if I wasn't aroace.

I want friends that would be okay with this, and not well, make it awkward. I just want to be sillay with friends. And I like specific things that make my heart flutter and I get butterflies in my stomach by. I feel seen and loved and understood in certain ways, and it makes me giggle and get a little flustered and actively want those things, but its hard, because im afraid of being misunderstood; I wish for friends who DO understand me.

I DO have fantastic friends that would absolutely get this, (I hope), and i have one friend who I told, (And they said it was really cute which AUAGHHH) but they definitely forgot. Granted, this is GOOD, because it means it didnt stick out to them in a weird way. But eeeeeek. I been feeling lonely with it recently and I wish they remembered. READ MY MIND DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!

[happyandticklish]

A concept I'm thinking about:

Someone who isn't into tickling themselves and the subject never crosses their mind x someone who has The Kink/Interest. Because while it's all well and good to have someone want to tickle you for their own reasons, having someone who is doing it purely because they know it gets to you, purely because you want it, purely to make you happy--dead, instantly. They are able to exist entirely outside of this fascination and say things like 'tickle' and tease you without once getting flustered themselves. They are entirely immune to the weirdness about this interest that everyone in this community is plagued by and have become unstoppable because of it. With a ler, you can sometimes tease back, catch them off guard, have them at a disadvantage, but someone outside of this? They do not share this weakness, and therefore you have no defenses.

ESPECIALLY if this person isn't ticklish themselves so you can't even turn the tables that way

[rosileeduckie]

Haunted Safehouse

Yes, I’m aware my house is haunted; this ghost, I did consent to rooming with.

Jon and Martin have a discussion about costumes. Projecting only a little how excited I am getting dressed up for the occasion. 😋 Happy Halloween! 🧡🎃

SFW. Potential warnings: none. TMA JonMartin tickle fic.

Word count: 1,942

~*~

“I’m just saying, it’d be a brilliant costume. Especially since I wouldn’t need to go buy a lot; could just wear what I usually do. What do you think, Jon?”

Jon would have replied, but he found it necessary to dedicate the entirety of his focus to the fitted sheet in his hands, which was being very stubborn against his efforts to capture the corner of the mattress with it.

“Jon?”

“Hm?” Jon replied, not looking up from the fabric he was wrestling with.

He heard a chuckle, and then, in the next moment, Jon found himself nearly falling forward onto the bed when Martin yanked hard on the end of the sheet opposite to the one Jon’s hands were white-knuckling. The archivist caught himself, only to feel his stomach drop and his heart leap into his throat when he looked up to find Martin smirking down at him. “I was asking what you thought of me dressing as a tickle monster for Halloween,” Martin clarified, as though Jon hadn’t heard him the first time and wasn’t just trying to keep his face from catching fire.

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, clearing his throat and standing, smoothing out his jumper and the fitted sheet that suddenly wrapped snugly on all four mattress corners. “Well.” He went around the bed to the pile of somewhat-folded bedding that lay at the foot, gathering the top sheet into his arms to give himself something new to grip when he puckishly replied, “It sounds to me like you just don’t want to come up with a real costume.”

Still smiling, Martin narrowed his eyes, moving slowly to where Jon stood at the end of the bed. “I think it’s creative, actually,” he reasoned. “Simple, but smart, and effective for all those who get it.”

“‘All,’” Jon echoed with a roll of his eyes as though that gesturing was louder than the flush of his cheeks.

“Even if it’s just you,” Martin allowed with a sigh and a happy shrug. He picked through the sheet in Jon’s arms, looking for an end to take hold of and assist with, his lips widening into a grin as he did so. “Will have to try the costume out before Halloween, of course. See what you think before the day of. Though I have an idea already of how you’ll like it.”

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[yourgothgflee]

We listen and we don’t judge (tickle edition):

I don’t like oil on my body, idk why, I think it may be a sensory thing. But I cannot stand the stuff.

REBLOG & KEEP IT GOING!

[ticklingmesoftly]

I don't like the phrase "coochie coo" or any kind of baby talk. Mock sympathy is fine, like, "poor thing," but when we start replacing R's and L's with W's... nah, lol.

[spicy-chicken]

i don’t like it when our lers don’t really pay attention to the lees and our limits. sometimes people just go on and continue the tickling for as long as they want, but PLEASE STOP AND RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES AND SAFEWORD.

[happyandticklish]

I know they're one of the more popular tools, but I deeply dislike hairbrushes as a tool. They're fine for a bit, but after a while, they're more painful and harsh than ticklish, even if you're going soft. I enjoy intense tickling, not necessarily rough tickling

[sillyseelie]

i don't like tools at all unless it's some sort of fantasy scenario where the tool is an extension of the user's body. or a robot.

also, our shorthands (lee/ler) drive me insane and i'd rather defenestrate myself than use them in any context other than Right Here

[squirmyworm]

Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,

OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands

I'll draw it.

[squirmyworm]

*slides this across the table* Hello Fellow Writers-