i have had a special interest in tickling since i was 7, and i suspect that itāll be lifelong. i have a bachelorās degree and i am currently pursuing my masterās degree as well!
i am the #1 lover of snort laughs, dimples, people whose blush gives them away, and grumpy, stoic old men who can be knocked down a peg (or ten) by a poke in the ribs.
i am also a tk switch! i love both tickling and being tickled and deal with The Horrors (tickle thoughts) in relation to both of these concepts every single day of my life.
my favorite tickle spots are the ribs, underarms, knees, sides, and thighs! basically everywhere except feet ā they are just not for me, i fear (Ā“ļ¼”ļ½ć)
i also write t-fics, but i havenāt in a long time.
i donāt have a masterlist for my fics that isnāt broken, but if you search my blog for ātickle fic,ā youāll find lots of them! if youāre looking for a specific one but you canāt find it, send me an anon and iāll scrounge around for it!
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btw if any of you want to be mutuals on our personal instagrams lemme know !! i am going to be VERY selective, but i would love to get to know some of yall a little better by seeing little snippets of your everyday lives n stuff like that :3
btw if any of you want to be mutuals on our personal instagrams lemme know !! i am going to be VERY selective, but i would love to get to know some of yall a little better by seeing little snippets of your everyday lives n stuff like that :3
iāve always been a fidgety personātapping on any surface despite not needing a clearer image, shuffling around when i ought to be standing still, tinkering on something unnecessary while having an unrelated conversation. i know this- everyone who has ever been in close proximity to me knows this; it's obvious if you pay attention to me for more than ā seconds. what i did not know was that aliens apparently also have this trait.
HELLO PHM TK FANS I HAVE ARRIVED behold the silliesā¼ļø they both get to ler and lee because i think rocky deserves to be taken down a peg in a fun way, and ryland needs to be Squeezed
iāve always been a fidgety personātapping on any surface despite not needing a clearer image, shuffling around when i ought to be standing still, tinkering on something unnecessary while having an unrelated conversation. i know this- everyone who has ever been in close proximity to me knows this; it's obvious if you pay attention to me for more than ā seconds. what i did not know was that aliens apparently also have this trait.
ryland's nervous energy manifests differently to mine, which i guess makes sense when you consider he has three less arms for activities, but it's obvious nonethelessātalking to himself when heās in the middle of something that doesnāt require communication, constantly readjusting his clothing even after telling me heās comfortable, vibrating his leg up and down if heās sat down. it's nice to think that, despite the light years of distance between our two worlds and the complete incompatibility of our atmospheres and bodies, we really aren't all that different.
since i developed and began wearing the suit on a daily basis, our fidgeting has become more intermingled. mostly this means we're just tapping each other, but the thinness of the xenonite allows us both to feel textures that were previously unknown to us: my carapace and ryland's flesh. the squishiness of all that protects my friend from pathogens and wounds both unnerves me and intrigues me, but i suppose that he wouldn't be here if it wereĀ thatĀ inefficient. still, it's pretty gross.
apparently i have a morbid curiosity though, because the objectively disgusting feeling of ryland's skin moving under my claws is not enough to deter me from using him as a distraction item from time to time. like right now.
we're not talking much right now, both of us involved in our own entertainment, but the proximity made available by the suit is still novel and we are not about to waste an opportunity to cuddle, as ryland calls it. i idly rub my hand across the side of his abdomen while i listen to the drama iām still not caught up on. seriously, how can i have been in space for years and still not have finished my podcast? ridiculous.Ā
i reach the part of ryland's body where his ribcage ends and his skin is especially squishy. out of interest, i squeeze gently to feel just how much give it has, and ryland makes an alarmingly high pitched noise as he startles in his seat. we both freeze, staring at each other, until i ask, "what the fuck was that?"
"language." ryland says weakly, marking the page in his book and setting it to the side. the speed of his heart tells me heās embarrassed, and my interest piques. "and, uh- human thing."
i do my best to mimic the human expression of being unimpressed. "you watch me eat. you can tell me what that was."
ryland nods weakly. "okay, i just- iām ź·š šŻ¬š š¤į. um- it's when you touch someone lightly, and they laugh."
"humans can be ticklish?" i screech, standing bolt upright and not caring for how taken aback ryland looks. "how? youāre so soft!" without waiting for an answer, i squeeze ryland's abdomen again and he squirms in his seat, a nervous smile beginning to form. i try tapping at his skin, and the squirming continues. "interesting. humans need even lighter touch to be tickled."
"so how does it work for yOU- hehehey!" ryland starts to ask, when i try to test out scratching gently and he yelps before giggling. it's kind of adorable how he curls up in a poor excuse of a defence. "c'mon, i gotta- it's forĀ science."
i sigh dramatically, because i was totally prepared to tickle ryland like i would an infant eridian, but i guess he has a point. "much harder motions, since we have harder skin. like this." i rub against his arm in what i would expect to be a sensitive manner, but of course, he just nods. "where are humans most sensitive? eridians have places that are more vulnerable; i assume you do too."
ryland narrows his eyes, and i canāt help but laugh. "youāre just trying to get me."
"notĀ just." i wiggle my carapace teasingly, both amused and disgruntled that iāve been found out so soon. "i'll tell you my places if you tell me yours." i concede.
ryland sighs, and i can already tell heās gonna go through with it. "alright. for humans, it's here," he gestures at his lower torsoāall the squishy bits "here," he holds up his arms and points at the pocket of skin beneath the joint. "and for some reason, here." he lifts his foot and pats the base of it.
that last one makes no sense to me. "you- donāt you walk on that? surely it should be less sensitive, so it would be less painful."
"hey, i didn't design it." ryland grins, and i guess that's true. "your turn."
"eridians are mostly ticklish here," i stretch out one of my legs to demonstrate. "here," i tap the top of my carapace, where the vents sit. "and here." i point at my mouth. "where the body is weakest, at joints and openings." i explain, because ryland looked confused. "can i tickle you now?"
blood rushes to ryland's face, and i suppose the phenomenon of being embarrassed about your sensitivity is not unique to erid. "i don't- hang on, iāve not had a turn yet!" he folds his arms petulantly. i am again reminded of a baby, though i donāt say this aloud. "where areĀ youĀ most ticklish?"
i wasn't expecting this question, and i shift from leg to leg for a moment in flustered surprise before answering. ".. my vents. where are you?"
"my ą¶½š Ō·ą¶½į." ryland gestures to the lower middle of the squishy part of his torso, and i mentally catalogue the word. "for humans, you gotta be pretty light- like this." he taps his fingers against my carapace so gently, i can hardly feel itāthough i suppose it wouldnāt be as barely-there if your skin is so soft.Ā
ryland, being the awful person that he is, just laughs at me. "that was so cute!" he grins, and i crumple down onto the floor dramatically. "you sounded like a cat."
"wellĀ youĀ look like a baby." i retort, giving him a poke in the stomach for good measure. as expected, he squeaks and pulls away. "youāre a pebble. dumb, lanky, and dangerously squishy."
"and you are a ticklish rock." ryland teases, which is probably funnier if youāre a human; to me, this just seems obvious. annoyingly, it still makes me feel a little embarrassed. no- not embarrassedāflustered. "hey, do you guys ever get- like, cosmetic smoothing? like youāre getting polished?"
i tilt my carapace to the side. "yes. it's similar to human hair, since the skin grows back after time." a second later, i realise why heās asking this question now. "oh- it can tickle, if that's what you mean."
ryland looks pleased. "i knew it."
for whatever reason, his smugness makes me all the more agitated and i scuttle a few metres back to finish my podcast. "iām sitting here now." i declare. ryland laughs, but he doesnāt protest, and we resume our comfortable silence.
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let this be very clear: i do not forget things. my memory is unusually good even among eridians, especially so when it's things i care about, so when i start idly tapping at ryland's ribs, it is not because i forgot about his sensitivityāit's because i think it's funny to watch him squirm. he assumes unconsciously that my memory must be similar to his (or maybe heās just gotten used to me ignoring him completely sometimes and repeats everything he says for my benefit) and so his first instinct is not to complain about me being annoying, but to remind me. i can understand why he enjoyed teaching so much, to be honest.Ā
"hey- rocky!" ryland wiggles particularly strongly as i move my poking closer to the flat of his stomach. it's a good distraction as any from the fact that his stomach didnāt used to be flat, and wouldnāt be if he had enough calorific intake, but there's not a lot either of us can do about that right now. "that tickles."
i make a show of gasping and putting a claw against my carapace like iāve seen humans do in movies when theyāre shocked. "really? you are ticklish? i canāt believe i forgot!" ryland gives me an unimpressed look, and i just continue my joke. "it's funny because i didnāt forget, and i never forget anything."
"alright, alright- sue me for giving you some grace." ryland scoffs, playful. iām about to say something very funny about the 'grace' part of his comment, when he scratches hard at the leg i still have resting against his torso and i squeal unflatteringly as i scramble backwards. "i remembered that, didn't i?" he adds, clearly pleased with himself.
"you forget everything, and you still remembered that?" i mutter, shaking my leg out indignantly. "rude and disrespectful."
ryland grins, poking at my carapace teasingly. i know there's no way such light touch might tickle, but i find myself shying from his hands all the same with that familiar nervous excitement. "i mean, with that kind of attitude, youāre basically just asking for it now."
bizarrely, the idea kind of sounds nice. i straighten up in a mix of embarrassment and confusion at this thought, and ryland laughs. "that is not- i am doing- you are wrong and dumb." i settle on eventually, higher pitched than i usually am. "when did you last sleep?"
"uh uh, you can't pull that one on me again." ryland wiggles his fingers in my direction, and i suppress a squeak. why is this getting to me so much? "if you want me to stop, just say the word."
obviously my first instinct should be to tell him to stop, so i can go back to watchingĀ mamma miaĀ with him and criticising the logistics of getting married at twenty human years. so- why is it that instead, i don't say anything of the sort? "i am not afraid of tickles." i say in a voice that completely undermines my statement.
this seems to be exactly what ryland wanted to hear, because he perks up even more. "i donāt know, you seem pretty nervous to me." he teases, fingers hovering just above my carapace. i squeak a little at the proximity, and he laughs, which does nothing to quell my embarrassment. "or are you just excited, hm?"
"you're seeing things." i say, focused entirely on how close his hands are to meāit feels like my insides are buzzing with the anticipation. "you need sleep. i watch."
"or, i could just do this." ryland begins scratching at my vents and i shriek in panic and excitementāwhich is a very strange combination of feelings, but iām not really paying attention to that right now. instead iām realising with horror just how much more ticklish the improved version of my suit makes everything now ryland's fingers can justĀ glideĀ across my carapace. "woah, that bad?"
"that one wasn't even a word." ryland teases, not letting up on my fuckingĀ ventsĀ holy shit why are his stupid fleshy hands soĀ ticklish? it's all i can do not to smack him in the face and sprint away. "c'mon, you can do better than that."
i do honestly try to say something (mostly insults), but all that comes out is a garbled stream of notes and laughter. listen, okay- it fuckingĀ tickles, and i have barely had any contact with another living being for decades, and my brain can't seem to decide whether i love this or need to escape right the fuck now. it's a lot!Ā
ryland is entirely unsympathetic to my plightājust cooing at me like iām a child. "uh oh, i think someone's ticklish! coochie-coo, rocky!" i don't think i've ever been more flustered in my life.Ā
the worst part might just be that i know i can escape if i want- weĀ bothĀ know iām perfectly capable of pushing him off and getting out of there if i want to. so the fact that iām still here, being tortured relentlessly by a big squishy alien is.. not a great look on me. although i have no idea why iām so embarrassed about this; we are literally in space. there is no one else forĀ lightyearsĀ that might be able to see us!
"this is adorable." ryland says fondly, beginning to slow down a little. i think i prefer thisāstill pleasantly unbearable, but not so much that it's all i can think about. "i canāt believe this never came up before."
ryland pokes me again, and i squeak even though i barely feel it. "yeah, iām sure you will, buddy." it sounds sarcastic, but his nervous grin suggests he knows otherwise.Ā
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apparently there's a human saying that revenge is a dish best served cold. maybe this is true, in the sense of building up the anticipation would make ryland all the more tense and thus squeakier when i do eventually squeeze him to death, but iām not nearly patient enough for that. another human phrase is cuteness aggression, which is when they find something so endearing that the brain doesnāt know what to do with the information and decides they need to kill it. when ryland first told me about this phenomenon, i thought it sounded ridiculous, but now iām listening to his squishy body stumbling around and the way he laughs when heās excited, and i definitely get it.Ā
so technically, this doesnāt have to be counted as revenge and i can still serve it cold later on. right now, i need to squeeze this human until he metaphorically pops.
i pounce on him when heās sat on his bed so i don't actually injure him, and he yelps in surprise. "rocky! jeez, dude, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
ryland blinks at me for a second, and laughs, the blood rushing to his face in the way i know means he's embarrassed. "you think iām cute?"
"yes, cute cute cute." i punctuate each word with a poke to each one of his cheeks, both amused and endeared by his reaction to all this. "iāve done some research about how humans can help this feeling."
"i- alright." ryland grins shyly, and i shift a little so all my legs are free. "what is it?" i give his stomach a quick squeeze and he makes an adorably high pitched noise, eyes widening as he realises. "oh, come on. iām not- that's not fair!"
i trill happily. "it's so fair. you make cute noises, and i want to hear them."Ā
before ryland has the opportunity to complain all too eloquently, i begin to scribble at his stomach and he squeals, covering his face in his hands. "rock- rohohocky!"Ā
"youāre like a little baby." i coo teasingly, tracing nonsensical patterns where his shirt has started riding up and ryland squirms uselessly. "cute cute cute."
"not fahahahair." ryland giggles helplessly, and i very politely donāt point out the fact that he could totally get away if he just asked me to get off. "ihihit tickles!"
i laugh because that seems pretty obvious to me, but maybe it's not as clear to humans. "yes, iām doing it on purpose. tickle, tickle!" i tease, and ryland whines in embarrassment, beginning to push at my arm halfheartedlyāi know his full strength, and this isnāt even close to half of it. "now, iāve been doing research."
"how- hohohow much rehehesearch could yohou haveĀ dohohohone?" ryland complains, pulling his knees up seemingly unconsciously as i start to poke at his hips. i squeeze experimentally at where they meet his thighs, and he shrieks. "NOHOHO- not thehehehere!"
"you didn't tell me all the places humans can be ticklish." i wag a finger at him in mock-disapproval, mostly because he keeps doing it to me when i crash into something in my ball. "i told you the truth, and this is how you repay me? i don't even know if your worst spot is your stomach now, so i need to test."
i pull all my hands back, giving ryland room to breathe as he stares at me in playful horror. his heartrate has increased, but if the way heās fighting a smile is anything to go by, it's excitement rather than fear. "youāre setting yourself up for a whole lot of revenge, buddy."Ā
"it's for science! youĀ loveĀ science." i wiggle my claws teasingly in the air, and ryland makes a very cute squeaky noise in response. "where should i start?"
when i don't do anything other than wait for a reply, ryland seems to realise iām actually asking him. "where- you wantĀ meĀ to tell you?" he gapes, as if iāve just asked him to saw off his own leg.Ā
"well, i could just figure it out myself." i say smugly, positioning my hands over his thighs and chirping in amusement when he twitches. "iāve heard vibration can often be ticklish for humans, do you want me to test that too?"
"you- it- wait, is it?" some of the tension drains from ryland's body as his curiosity overrides his nerves, and i laugh. "shut up- i didnāt even know that." he grins, folding his arms.Ā
i tilt my carapace to the side. "wanna see how it feels?"
ryland gestures to himself as if to say go ahead, and i begin to hum at a frequency too low for him to hear, but strong enough for it to rattle my body slightly; manipulating soundwaves is the most common way eridians tickle one another, but since ryland is incapable of doing anything similar, i didnāt think it was that important to mention. apparently i should have brought it up sooner, because the moment my carapace starts to vibrate on his stomach he gasps and claps a hand over his mouth to stifle his gigglingāas if i canāt hear it regardless.Ā
"so? does it tickle?" i ask. it's obvious this is sensitive for him, but i will never pass up an opportunity to tease my squishy friend.Ā
he nods for a second, eyes squeezed shut, before he takes a breath and his laughter comes tumbling out. "yehehes! oh my gohohosh- sohohohoĀ muhuhuhuch."
"good!" i begin to poke at his his chest and he squirms a little more underneath me. "where do i tickle next?"
"i cahahahahan't." ryland begs, which i guess is just an invitation for me to experiment on my own. after all, i donāt hear him saying no.
i laugh, squeezing gently at his ribs. he squeals, so i justĀ haveĀ to keep going. "you can. i believe in you."Ā
the testing lasts a while before ryland starts to flag, which allows me to learn that pretty much every part of him is ticklish. the worst places seem to be his stomach (at least that wasn't a lie), thighs, knees and ears (ears? that seems ridiculous to me- why should they even have nerves?), but i was able to get at least a giggle from anywhere i tried. as expected, he is utterly adorable in every second of my 'experiment'ācurling up in a futile attempt at defence, wiggling around to release some of the nervous energy, occasionally smacking the ground when i find a particularly sensitive areaāand it's all i can do not to squeeze him so hard it begins to hurt.
eventually though, his stamina is depleted, and he lays spreadeagled on the ship's floor while i pat his head; i don't know if this is helping him or not, but i like it, so- whatever. "you are disproportionately good at that."Ā
"yes, iām good at everything." i say smugly, happy to have brought my friend joy and proved my superiority at the same timeāyet another point to rocky on the humans vs eridians scoreboard. "and you are very ticklish." i add, just to tease him a little more.
ryland scoffs, before reaching out and squeezing at my leg. i yelp in surprise and crumble to the ground as he doesnāt stop, a mischievous smile taking over his face. "oh yeah? it's just me?"
i squeal a series of words that are mostly just curses, and kick him off. he laughs at me and i huff dramatically. "you are.. also good at it. somewhat."
"point to ryland." he smirks, and i push him away for the sake of being petulant. which- okay, maybe i didnāt forget that he could use this to start tickling me again, andĀ maybeĀ i was doing it to goad him into retaliating. what do you care? we saved two planets, you donāt get to judge me.Ā
i finally provoked my wife into tickling me a little bit, but it only tickled for a split second. š it felt like the sensation went away the moment that she started Trying to do it. iām honestly just feeling really sad and defeated about the fact that i seemingly Canr be tickled at this point. i become very aware of the fact that im being tickled and that makes me unticklish ššš HELP MW ššššš
