It's a week before that time again where I rise out of the shadows for 31 consecutive days posting drawings about Tickletober! I'd like to make an announcement since I will be changing a few things about my blog.
First, the biggest change is that the markiplier ego poly will be changed to be my personal ocs. This is because since two out of the three are quite unpopular, sometimes they'll show up under the general tag for that character even after months. I want to be able to tag these characters without showing up for just anyone to discover. I have an issue when it comes to attention and would rather have someone discover me through the sfw tickles tag, rather than a character tag if that makes sense. Everything will be the same/similar to before, but they will have different names/tweaks to their designs to make them more my ocs. As we grow closer to Tickletober, I will be re-introducing them to the blog. This will let me be more comfortable posting artwork at my own pace throughout the year, rather than sitting in silence and then jamming a month load of artwork all at once.
I've often struggled with my blog's identity. It once started off as a roleplay blog during the peak of other people rping as Markiplier egos. I ended up choosing Silver since he was one of the few that wasn't taken, since I didn't want to copy someone else. Since then I met two very special people who are my best friends and I don't know where I would be without them. Since I joined near the tail end of the rp blogs, I didn't really get much of a chance to interact with a lot of people. And then no one was really doing it anymore. My blog fell stagnant. I'm often a lurker with social media, I don't really post anything about myself, so it didn't feel right to start posting anything personal or project onto this character. I love tickletober, being able to draw these goobers under these prompts are so fun and I can't wait to post more about them in anyway I want!
Speaking of goobers, my second announcement is that I will also be adding my own ocs to this blog! The small fandom in my brain yearns to draw and share them here! I've already sketched up some drawings of them earlier this year and have kept them to myself for a while. I wanna be able to post my drawings for fun and introducing them to my blog will allow me to draw more freely, and you'll get to know them over this tickletober. I'd love to share facts and "headcanons" about them the more I post about them.
I hope you all understand these pretty big changes and care to stay and watch along! Happy early tickletober!
A/N: Hello, my friends! Enjoy this little fic I wrote about my goobers while I was a little sick this week!
Just as a little warning, there is a little bit of angst, but then comfort afterwards! And of course, tickles! So if you don't like it then you do not have to read! I'm not much of a writer, expressing actions and feelings can be more difficult than drawing, but I've been in a small funk (probably from being sick) that this was the best way I could express it. I wrote this all in my notes app, so if the formatting is weird, that's why. Enjoy!
Silver groaned as came home, ripping off his mask like had done thousands of times before. He felt awful. He felt nauseous, his chest and throat hurt a little, he was exhasuted from another night shift. One could easily point out all the symptoms that the hero was sick. Silver, however, would disagree.
He would say how his head hurts from the bright LEDs of the night just got the better of him this time. He would excuse the nausea for allergies and just needed a snack to feel better, the exhaustion was from his night shift. He was not sick. He can't be sick.
The hero made his way to the bedroom. All he needed was a hot shower to clear his system to help him breathe a little easier and clear the muck out. Whatever this icky feeling was, it was temporary. All he needed was a good nights rest and he'll be back to his normal self by the time he wakes up. That's how it always has been.
Silver threw a handful of eucalyptus scented epsom salts on the shower floor, clearing his sinuses from his "allergies" as steam flooded into the room. He was left in his thoughts, supressing a seal-like cough so that he wouldn't wake up his lovelies who were asleep in the bedroom that lead to the bathroom. They didn't deserve their precious sleep to get ruined by him. The past couple of months they rarely see him unless he's sleeping, taking care of him, making him breakfast in the afternoon and leftovers to enjoy on his breaks. The last thing they need is a mix in their routine until he was done with the month.
After the shower, Silver grabbed a clean towel, drying out his hair half-hazardly and wrapping the same towel around his body. He took a deep breath, already feeling better. See? He can take care of himself, forgetting that it was only a matter of time until the muck returned.
Silver dried off, throwing on some pajamas, ready for bed. He gazed at the large bed, perfect for three people. Isaac was on the right-most side of the bed, his schedule had him wake up earlier than Marci, who was wrapped around him like a koala bear. That left more than enough space for Silver crawl in, ready to take the mantle of Marci's cuddle bug when Isaac wakes up. And yet, he hesitated.
The hero sighed as he walked out of the room, heading to Isaac's library, grabbing a blanket and a pillow on the way. He wasn't sick. He can't be sick. He's a superhero with superhuman stamina, they don't get sick. But... just in case, he'll separate himself for now, incase his sniffles and coughs wake them up and make them think he's sick, which he isn't.
Silver plopped on the couch, wrapping the blanket around his form and throwing his head against the decorative pillow. It wasn't so bad. He was used to sleeping on the couch back with....ahem. He was fine. He set an alarm on his phone for 4:00 PM while his eyes drooped with exhaustion, ready to close. With that, he set his phone on the coffee table and nestled the pillow ready for sleep. He calculated if he fell asleep right now he could have 7 hours, 17 minutes of sleep.
Except its never that simple with "allergies" is it? You sleep on your side and your nose clogs up, so then you have to breath through your mouth, and then your mouth dries up after 3 inhales, and the other 2 breaths feel like you haven't gotten enough because the muck decides it needs it more than you. So then you roll onto your back to clear things up, but it's uncomfortable. Silver was used to sleeping in a fetal position, curling up tightly and securely so that he wouldn't take up too much space, making the couch perfect for that. But when he is on his back, his feet press against the arm of the couch. He tossed and turned for what felt like hours, unwillingly watching the sun rise against his closed eyelids, struggling to sleep when that's all he wanted to do.
Eventually, Silver did fall asleep, much later than intended. His body twitched and reacted to his dreams that he could never remember. He was currently having a dream where he was lounging around with Marci and Host, drinking grape juice from a wine glass at their antics while watching a documentary about dogs or something.
It was nice.... too nice. Shouldn't he be awake by now? Nah, his alarm would go off, he reassured himself. You're gonna wake up and it'll be either 3 hours or three minutes away, just like always. And then have to fight off that muck again that is still stubbornly there for some reason. Best to just keep dreaming.
Except dream Marci and dream Host disappeared, he was already waking up as his body signaled he needed to wake up, self assured something was off. Silver sighed as his consciousness returned. He groggily looked over as the curtains in the library were drawn, minimizing the light from the outside. He grabbed his phone to check the time. 5:57 PM. He had plenty of time to sleep in, it was only- wait-
5:57 PM?! He grabbed his phone again, startled awake. He only had 3 minutes to get his suit on and head out for patrol in the city! Silver sat up with a panic when he felt something poke his chest, forcing him to lay back down. He looked down to find the familiar red and white cane that belonged to Isaac, standing behind the couch with an unreadable expression behind his shades.
"I-isaac! I-" Silver stammered, gazing up at his husband.
"Rest easy, my dear. I already let work know you won't be coming in tonight." Isaac interrupted, holding a hand up to politely cut the hero off before he spiralled into panic stress.
Silver looked up at him, about to disagree, but knew once the cane rested on his chest that he wasn't going anywhere. Silver may be stubborn, but he wasn't stupid enough to go against Isaac when he's made up his mind. Silver relaxed on the couch, fidgetting with his phone to see what went wrong. Did Isaac turn off his alarm? Did he sleep through it? Was there a glitch? He opened up his clock app, scrolled down to his alarm that he set, 4:00....
...AM.
The hero groaned, how could he make such a simple mistake? If he had just paid attention a second longer, he could have caught it, woken up on time, everything would have been like normal, or as normal as it can be. Silver threw his head back in defeat as Isaac ran his fingers through his hair.
"You're not feeling well, love."
"M'fine." Silver grumbled. He may not be stupid to argue with Isaac, but he was stubborn. "I'm not sick."
Isaac raised a brow, shaking his head at his husband's stubbornness. He combed his fingers through the latter's hair, standing over him as he retracted his cane. "If you aren't sick, then why are you sleeping on the couch and not our very comfortable, cozy bed?"
Silver blinked before looking off to the side, he had him there. "I...didn't want to bother you both with my allergies." He lied, but with all lies, there was a hint of truth in them.
Isaac frowned, cupping Silver's cheek and caressing it with his thumb, "My love, have you ever been bothered by our 'allergies?'"
Silver snapped his attention back to Isaac, holding his hands up, "n-no! Gods no! Half the time I never notice anything when I'm asleep!"
"Then why do you think yours would?"
Silver paused, scanning Isaac's face before looking off to side again. His hand met Isaac's, holding it gently as he brushed his knuckles with his thumb, unable to give an answer.
"This isn't about you feeling sick, is it?"
Silver's grip on Isaac's hand tightened slightly, like he had just seen through his terribly hidden disguise. The hero was so used to taking care of himself that the idea of asking for help was foreign to him or was met with... disappointment to say. At least, before he met Isaac and Marceline.
Isaac leaned down, pressing a kiss on Silver's forehead to bring the hero back to his senses. It was one of those wordless conversations that spoke everything without needing to. Silver's stubbornness wasn't out of trying to prove anything or push himself, but out of habit.
"Marci and I are here for you now, my dear. Let us take care of you."
"I know. It's just..." Silver started, flicking his eyes down to his feet, "...it's not that bad. I didn't want you guys to worry over something so little. I mean, it would be different if I was like, bedridden or something."
There it was. The association of being 'worthy' enough to constitute being cared for. Isaac stroked his thumb on his cheek some more with a softened expression. When one gets used to an environment and seeks comfort, the easiest way was to continue that behavior, and for Silver, it was to make his needs unknown, to seem 'easy' to manage. Isaac could see the loop going on in Silver's brain and knew he needed a distraction. Not to completely make him forget this interaction, but just enough to break his thought cycle.
Isaac moved over to the front of the couch, sitting on the edge as he moved his hand to Silver's chest, his palms glowing a golden glow to clear out the muck, just like he had been while Silver was asleep. He felt Silver's chest rise and fall slowly, taking in the clear air that he had taken for granted before.
"I want to take care of you, dear."
Silver's gaze met Isaac's, softening by his words. His heart swelled with a spark of joy, just a little. To be wanted, even in sickness or any other negative traits. Silver sighed, pretending to look resigned, "I suppose you aren't giving me a choice, are you?"
Isaac smiled, chuckling as his free hand rubbed the hero's stomach, using his palms to caress the fabric over his skin. "That's right, my dear. You have infiltrated my sanctuary. You will be cared for and tended to for the rest of your days!" Isaac performed an evil laugh, pretending to be a secret villain that captured Silver. "My assistant and I will listen to your howls of pleasure! They're making soup for you as we speak! Homemade!!"
Silver threw his head back on the arm of the couch in amusement, chuckling softly at the ridiculousness. He rolled his eyes, covering his mouth in mock shock, "No! Not homemade soup! I won't eat it!"
Isaac laughed along with him, beaming to find Silver's mood had improved, "Oh we have ways of making you eat, Silver Lining...and we'll make sure you drink every. Last. Drop!" He pressed his fingers into Silver's belly, wiggling them into his flesh.
"I-Ihihisaac!!" Silver squeaked, bursting into laughter as he flailed his limbs, not expecting the tickle attack. He threw his hands down to hold Isaac's wrist, and yet, made no effort to push his hand away.
"Yes! Laugh for me, my Squealy Silver! We know you can't resist!" Isaac laughed again, joining his other hand that was on his chest to pinch his side gently, earning himself another squeak from the ticklish hero.
Silver was about to grab his other hand, when two hands grabbed his own wrists and pinned them above his head. He looked up to find Marci standing above him with an amused, but caring smile as she played along with whatever bit they were doing, "Ah ah ah, can't have these get in the way, can we, Squeak?"
Silver groaned, burying his face into his bicep. He could already feel his blooming on his face, "Marcihihihi!" He pleaded, unable to meet either of their gazes.
"Excellent timing as usual, my dear companion!" Isaac announced, continuing his ministrations over the now defenseless middle of Silver. "And with our friend's soup to enjoy. You really are a blessing!"
"Why thank you, my love!" Marceline bowed with a giggle, transfering Silver's wrists to one hand while she coiled a strand of his hair around her finger. "Although, I can think of someone in this room that fits that description more than me!" They gazed down to Silver, currently burying his face further into his bicep. They lean forward, dragging their nails over his outstretched armpit, revelling in the squeal they earned from him.
"BOHOHOTH OF YOHUHUHU SHUHUHUDDUP!" Silver laughed harder, tugging on his arms half-heartedly. As embarrassed as he was, he was secretly enjoying the attention he was getting from them. Despite the maddening electric signals coursing through his body, he couldn't block them out if he wanted to.
Marci giggled, running their nails over his ribs, a much less ticklish spot for Silver, but they didn't want to overwhelm him while he was sick. Isaac, with the same idea, remained focused on his middle, letting his fingers graze over the fabric of Silver's quivering shirt, "That's it, love, keep laughing for us. You'll be so pampered by the time we're done that you'll be unrecognizable by your fellow heroes."
Silver chuckled softly, peeking a look up at Marci and Isaac's loving gazes during his torture, if you can even call it that. The way they make it into a game to distract his self-depricating thoughts over some soup made him laugh as they tended to him.
"Ready to take your meal, Mr. Lining? Or do we need to feed you ourselves? Because we are both inclined to go either way~" Isaac leaned in with a toothy grin to "intimidate" his partner, squeezing his sides as a warning of more tickles to come of Silver doesn't comply.
Silver was now too caught up in their game to go down easily, turning his head away as he bit his lip to muffle his bubbling giggles. Marci held a spoonful of chicken noodle soup to his lips. The steam infiltrated his nose. Oh gods, it smelled divine. He shook his head defiantly as Isaac and Marci sigh in mock annoyance, "So be it then."
Isaac held Silver's hip with one hand to keep the hero steady while his free hand snuck under Silver's shirt and wiggled his fingers over the center of Silver's belly, a weakspot everyone was very aware of for the poor hero.
Silver's abdominals stiffened and tensed, flexing under Isaac's fingers as the hero gritted his teeth, pressing his lips together. His breathing turned erratic, smelling the soup that threatened to part his lips. It smelled so good, and the belly tickle, while gentle, tickled so much.
Marci held the spoon, tracing Silver's lips with it with an amused hum. Nothing was never "normal" around them. Any activity had the potential of chaos when the three of them were together. "My my, Gigglebug... it must be awfully tough to hold all that in while you can't defend yourself. That tummy of yours is already so vulnerable, even with those arms of yours in the way. You're already trembling from one hand. Could you imagine two? Or maybe even four? All 20 fingers skittering madly over your skin?" They cooed, knowing just how to crack Silver's composure. And once it was cracked, it was only a matter of time.
"Oh please, our little hero can handle 4 measly hands on his precious tummy, my love. But what about 20? Maybe even a couple on his back to make him arch ever so nicely." Isaac continued, keeping his fingers lightly scratching Silver's skin as he felt his stomach spasm and contort beneath him.
Silver broke out into laughter, this wasn't fair! How dare they be so good at teasing?! His thoughts were cut off by a metal spoon shoved into his mouth, followed by a heavenly, savory broth that slid down his throat. Isaac halted his attack so that he wouldn't choke.
Silver hummed in satisfaction, sighing with relief from the tickles, but also from the soup coating his esophagus with flavor. The carrots and celery were almost unrecognizable if it weren't for their texture, crushed easily from even his tongue against the roof of his mouth. The noodles were thick, just how he liked them, like elongated biscuits soaked in soup.
Marci pulled the spoon out of his mouth, leaning back as Silver swallowed the first spoonful with a satisfied hum. They didn't need him to comment on the soup, his expression was more than enough to know he enjoyed it.
"And so, the pampering begins, my dear hero. Buckle in, because tonight, you aren't going anywhere." Isaac cupped Silver's jaw affectionately, giving it a soothing stroke.
Silver hummed happily, leaning into his touch as he took another spoonful of soup that was fed to him by Marceline. To know that they had no obligation, but wanted to do this for him, even when he was being stubborn, melted his heart. The fact that they genuinely cared for him in sickness and in health, rather than just tolerate made him melt in the couch, cuddling his blanket.
"Thank you. For everything." Silver whispered, his eyes twinkling like innocent puppy eyes full of genuine gratitude melted Isaac and Marci's hearts. They just wanted to crush him until he was small enough to fit in their pockets and take him everywhere, never having to worry about anything ever again.
"You're welcome, Goober." Marci kissed the top of his head, feeding him spoonful after spoonful until the bowl was empty. Isaac, in the meantime, rubbed Silver's chest with his free hand, pressing a kiss over his heart as Silver's erratic breathing went back to a slow, composed rise and fall. "It is our pleasure to take care of someone we love from the bottom of our hearts."
sorry for shouting, I am just happy to have found the time to write something for pure leisure (also procrastinating my phd viva prep shshshshhsh) 😂
anyway-
I loved A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. Specifically the vibe between Baelor and Duncan. So I thought... what if Baelor lived, the good vibes continued to vibe, and there were tickles? Thus, I wrote a fic abt it on AO3 👍
I am whatever the opposite of a speed runner is. I am a game meanderer. I have to look at literally everything. I am overly cautious in every way. I forget to pause and wander away from the game. I take a minimum 7 hours to get through any given level. If you give me a timer I will cry.
I can't believe this spread so far, I only found out after my friend was told by one of their friends.
I feel bad for him but... Why not just delete the anons and leave them off after the first one...? I don't get it...
This guy sounds like someone whose relationship with the Internet is really parasocial and unhealthy, I hope he stays off and seeks professional help 🙏
Lets not judge how people react to anon hate. Could they have done that? Maybe. But you also can't let one bad anon be the reason to turn off anon asks, in my opinion. Anon can be very welcoming for those with side blogs or for people that don't have tumblr accounts yet! Everyone has their own way of reacting to anon hate. Some people choose to confront it, others choose to ignore it, and there is a vast spectrum it between. As of right now, it seems the situation has escalated.
I think it's good that he is taking a break, but I hope he doesn't leave for good. That's what the anon wants.
I don't know whether this would concern you or not, but I look up to you a lot so i'd feel worse if it did and I stayed silent... @sam-lees is a proshipper and he's broken the boundaries of a lot of people with that dni without them knowing.
Source: @ticklethentoppl twitter.com
I am so sorry if i'm late knowing you already finished his tickletober I only found out yesterday 😭
While I appreciate the warning, I took the time to do some research, since I'm not well versed in interacting with the community enough to know people. I don't know this person well enough to make a call, but it looks like according to their blog that they have been getting harrassed by an anon accusing them of this very thing.
But seriously, thank you so so much. I wasn't expecting this much attention for these lil characters that have existed in my head. I'm so happy you all like them, and I can't wait to keep sharing them with the community!
That being said, asks are open if you want to learn more about them, tickles, or no tickles. It may take me a little bit to answer between work and home life, but I promise to answer every ask if there are any!
Just a PSA that the “I accidentally reported your account” scam is still a thing and has made its merry way to tumblr. Block and report, it’s a phishing attempt.
After a long, ticklish session, our hero flops down to relax, getting giggly all over again, ready for snacks, kisses, desserts, and snuggles
Thank you all who have tuned in for this years Tickletober! I hope you enjoyed these new characters and I can't wait to do more with them! Until then, see you next time!!!
"GHK!" Raen squeaked out as Tara caught her falling off of the stool, unfortunately grabbing the fairy girl by her sides. Raen and Tara were in the middle of carving pumpkins the night before Halloween. Raen had leaned back to scope out the face she had drawn on her pumpkin, leaning a little too far back, only noticing when it was too late.
"Are you hurt?" Tara asked, gazing over Raen for any bruises, despite not touching anything during her fall.
"A-ah, yeah! I'm fine! Guess I gotta little carried away!" Raen stammered, regaining her balance as Tara got her back up to her feet.
"Are you sure? You made a noise when I caught you. Did I grab you too rough?" Tara, not believing her, helped Raen to her feet to regain her balance.
"Oh yeah, n-no no, I'm fine!" Raen waved her hands frantically as she stood up, reassuring Tara she was telling the truth. "It just tickled a little when you grabbed my side..." She blushed a little with embarrassment.
Tara stared at her blankly, slowly raising a brow, "It...tickled?"
Raen gulped, oh gods, here it comes. She was ready to bolt before Tara'a next question made her halt.
"What is....tickling?"
Raen's eyes widened as she froze from her attempt to sprint. It made sense Tara wouldn't know what tickling was if she spent all of her life in a lab with other clones of Chel. Raen hummed as she tried to figure out how to explain tickling to Tara.
"Well, tickling is....it's ah..." Raen struggled to come up with the right words to say outloud.
Tara stepped in to break it down a little "It is not painful, correct?"
Raen shook her head, "What you did, no. Some people can be a little too rough since one kind of tickling is deeper pressure, and some people could get carried away and go deeper, but it shouldn't hurt. It is a sensation that makes creatures laugh."
Tara nodded along, "Would you be against me conducting some research so that I can learn?"
Raen smiled with an airy laugh and a nod, "o-of course not! Just promise me that if I ask you to stop, that you will?"
"Absolutely. Tonight is meant to be a fun night of pumpkin harvesting. The only torture happening is to the pumpkins!" Tara attempted a bright smile, and not one of a mad scientist.
Raen snorted with a giggle, finding Tara's way of explaining things endearing.
"I am already learning well! I am tickling you without even touching you!"
Raen giggled again, shaking her head fondly as she offered Tara one of her arms. "That's not tickling, you're just being funny! Here, take my arm. That way you can access some of my spots without me curling up."
Tara took Raen's wrist, using her free hand to squeeze her side again. Raen squeaked and tugged on her arm, pinning it to her side reflexively. Understanding what Raen meant now, Tara lifted her arm up high above her head, squeezing her side again. "I see....is this too rough?"
Raen squeaked again, dangling by her arm, tugging on it reflexively once more, "y-yohuhuhu're fine! Ihihi'll leheheht you knohohow if ihihit's toohohohoo rough, buhuhut thihihis is perfect!"
Tara continued to squeeze her side a few more times, tilting her head as she observed her. "Interesting....and is it only the sides, or are there other spots too?"
Raen squeaked some more, unable to make full strings of giggles as she hid her face into her hand, "ihihihi don't know, whahahatdo you thihihink?"
Tara thought for a moment, moving to press her fingers gently into Raen's stomach, earning herself another squeak. "Well, I hypothesize that since your middle houses your organs, you'd want to protect them the most. Correct?"
Raen squeaked some more as Tara began gently massaging her fingers over her stomach, trying to twist away. "K-k-kihihinda! Eheheheveryone has different spots!"
"Interesting..." Tara hummed in fascination, moving her fingers over to Raen's other side, watching as her free arm slammed down and pinned itself to her side. However, the squeak Raen made was not the same volume as the unprotected side. "And... your unprotected side is more ticklish. Could it be because your nervous system is reacting to the fact that you cannot protect yourself from my fingers?"
Raen began to blush as she hid her face into her hand. How was someone who didn't even know what tickling was 10 minutes ago was so good at teasing?! "M-mahahahaybe! Ihihi don't know!"
"Or could it be that your nerves are stretched taut, thus more susceptible to stimuli?" Tara questioned, moreso a habit of talking to herself with theories rather than expecting an answer. She moved on to just below Raen's ribs, which, while did earn her another squeak, it wasn't quite as loud as before. "Or maybe I'm wrong?"
"Gh! N-nohohiho...m-my front ribs just aren't as ticklish really...that and also more boney, thin muscles might react better to gentle tickles, like skihihittering or traces." Raen tittered softly, unable to even look Tara in the eye at the moment.
Tara hummed as she thought of her next move. Raen mentioned that her front ribs weren't ticklish, so would her back ribs be the s-
"dvdHFDISUSHAU!!! NA NA NANANANNANAA GEHEHEHET AAAAACK!" Raen squealed and arched her back, flailing like a fish caught on a line. "TAHAAAAAAAEEEEEE!!!"
Tara stared in wonder as she halted her light scratching, finding Raen's screech adorable. "Amazing...you're awfully ticklish right around where your wings would sprout.... are you alright? Would you like me to stop?"
Raen giggled residually, calming down from the unexpected tickle to her ticklish spot, "ihihi'm fine."
Tara hummed a giggle, a small smile on her face, "if I had known this information back when I was trying to steal Chel's soul, it would have been very useful. All this time I could have taken you down by scratching your back..."
Raen blushed some more, trying to hide her face in the crook of her arm. "N-noooo teheheasing...."
Tara let out an airy giggle, "I'm teasing now? Are you flustered that you can't defend yourself while like this, completely at my mercy?"
Raen squealed and shook her head, covering her ears with her free hand and her arm, "s-shuhuhut uhuhup!"
Tara cleared her throught, a fuzzy feeling rumbling inside her deep down was taking away from her focus at the task at hand. "What other tickle spots are there?" She scanned over the short fairy for anything of interest, raising her hand one more time.
Her finger grazed the hollow of Raen's underarm, receiving a much stronger "eek!" from the pink haired fairy than from her sides.
"Fascinating..."
Raen kicked her leg up, waving her hand around to swat Tara's, not out of discomfort, but plain flusteredness was getting to her. Tara hummed, trailing her fingers over her outstretched underarm some more.
"Raen...I have a proposal for you..."
"Gnk! Y-yehehehah? Eek!"
Tara halted her fingers, leaving them still over her warm skin. "Would you perhaps be interested in continuing this study at a later date? I'd like to learn more about 'tickling' and I feel like it would be a great 'bonding' activity...like the pumpkin carving."
Raen nodded, her smile still plastered on her face as her wrist was let go, "Sure... now lets go back to pumpkin carving!"
"As long as you don't fall out of any more stools, otherwise I may have to hold you tight for the rest of the night!"
While Parisa may not be fully a robot, I figured she fit this prompt the most! Argos loves to sweep her off her feet!
A little fun fact, Argos and Parisa were originally two steven universe ocs. A ruby and a peridot! Over time, they became more human, but I figured to make a little reference to their original concept with a scene some steven universe fans may recognize.
