i rrreeally need to draw more stuffs soon..... im.so sorry ive just been so fixated on hollowknight .. which i dont know if. anyone would like to see art of 🥹
Okay, so I miiiight have a fic that has been simmering on the back burner for far too long. It's done, but it also has quite a few concepts that no one here has heard of except for @leefl00f (we've been exchanging headcanons and creature feature ideas for quite a while now), which is why I hesitate to actually share it.
It's switch!Shadow Milk, lee!Black Sapphire, post-corruption but pre-beast binding, hurt/comfort/shmilk not knowing how to be a dad, 3.4k words.
Curious if people would like me to actually release it, because I'd otherwise love to share my work with the masses, so let's do a bit of a challenge!
There are four (4) new creatures that require elaboration before I feel comfortable releasing the fic. For every twenty (20) notes this post gets, I'll release a Creature Feature. After they're all explained, I'll share the fic. At one hundred (100) notes, I'll share some extra non-required info/headcanons about a secret creature, plus some juicy angst :3c
I leave for camp in four (4) days, and I won't be back for another three (3) weeks. Have fun!
Everybody talks about how Gangle from TADC would be part of the tickle community, but nobody talks about how Noelle from Deltarune would TOTALLY be one of us. She’s totally daydreamed before about Susie tickling her.
hi we're mutuals but i dont feel like saying this publicly so that the #mob doesnt get me but i hold so much hatred in my heart for that blogger you made a post about because they posted like three times about how "sfw tickle bloggers are just creeps lying about their fetishes" and i felt disgusting and predatory for like a week straight LMFAO
theyre a piece of shit and im not gonna pretend theyre valid at all in their takes. theyre rude and hostile and i dont want to hear them out if the way they talk about people is generalizing that theyre all child groomers
saying shit like "everyone who likes it is jerking their penis to it" is taking away from people who dont have or WANT TO have sexual feelings and thoughts toward it. by forcefully telling someone theyre getting aroused at something theyre objectively not is the predatory behavior they claim the sfw side exhibits
that and, this implies you see parents playing with their children/children playing with eachother and immediately thinking it must be sexual in some way which is. hmm
(and because people LOOOVEEE putting words in eachothers mouths; i dont give a rats ass whether you crank your hog to tickles or not. do what you like. what makes you happy. but dont be a dickweed to someone who likes it differently
that and OF COURSE i fucking know about the creeps within the community this is not me saying they dont exist. they do)
anyway thats my piece sorry oomf i had to say something
THIS. this EXACTLY. I didnt know they made other posts about it, rrggh that really sucks. I truly did like thier tamer posts. I wish people could be normal about stuff they don't understand. Thank you mystery oomf I very much agree
I need a fluffy fic with a flustered Lee!Caine in my life
Some People in this Circus Need to Learn how to be a bit more APPRECIATIVE Around Here!!!
Kinger and Caine
Summary: Nobody appreciates Caine’s adventures. At least, Kinger can help cheer him up.
Word Count: 1,381
This is a tickle fic!
~🍓~
Caine collapsed into the pile of pillows behind him. It wasn’t often that he made his way into Kinger’s pillow fort, but the other members were being so mean to him! They all insulted his under sea adventure for the day, and he was in no mood to see them.
The only one who was remotely appreciative was Kinger, who seemed to actually enjoy the time Caine had put into designing all of the oceanic NPCs. There was even a narwhal for goodness sake! Had any of them even seen a narwhal in real life before? Well, now they had (sort of), and none of them thanked him.
Caine crossed his arms and pouted into one of the pillows. It smelled vaguely of honey. He wondered if Kinger had been sneaking snacks in here.
“Are you feeling better, now?” Kinger asked.
Caine could feel a hand on his shoulder. He tensed but didn’t push him away.
“No.”
“Oh.”
Silence settled between them. Kinger shifted against the mountain of pillows. One of them hit the ground with a small thud.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Kinger tried again.
Caine sat up. The movement was quick enough to make Kinger flinch. “They hated it!” Caine balled his hands into fists. “Can you believe them? All that time poured into a procedurally generated underwater ecosystem! Coral reefs! Schools of fish! Gigantic squids that threaten to suck out your brains! It had everything!” Now that Caine had started talking, he found it difficult to stop. “And what do I get? Nothing but complaints! I love you humans! I really do! But you’re all so confusing! What do you guys even want?”
Kinger held up both of his hands in front of him. While most human mannerisms eluded Caine, he understood that one fairly clear: stop talking. Caine ended his little rant with an exaggerated huff.
Kinger hummed before scooting closer to Caine. “I think everyone does appreciate the effort you put into your adventures, but some of the things you put them through can stress them out a tad.” He shrugged. “I just think they would prefer more low stakes and calmer activities from time to time.”
Caine stared at him, utterly appalled. “But! But!” He gestured wildly as though that would help him get the words out, but it didn’t do much. “That’s boring! Where is the drama? The stakes? Do they really just want to sit and do absolutely NOTHING for an entire adventure? I don’t buy it!” He flopped backwards into the pillow pile with a dramatic groan.
Kinger watched him quietly. Caine waited for him to rebut his argument, but he didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t sure why he had gone to Kinger’s fort in the first place. If he wanted to sulk, he could do that anywhere in the circus. Yet, somehow, he ended up here.
“You know,” Kinger said, after a moment, “When I get sad, sometimes laughing helps.”
Caine turned his head away from Kinger. He clamped his mouth shut just so he wouldn’t have to look at that dratted chess piece.
“Well, good for you!”
“Actually,” Kinger dragged out the first word. “I think I know the real reason they didn’t like your adventure.”
“Really?” Against his better judgement, Caine turned back around. “Why?”
“They must have thought it was a little fishy.”
Caine gave him a long, blank stare before looking away, again.
Another bout of silence.
Then, something began to scribble up Caine’s ribs.
His entire body seized. He toppled over sideways with a startled yelp. “Wahahaahait!” Caine cackled. His voice remarkably higher-pitched than he was used to. “Hahahaaha! Stahahahap!”
Unfortunately, Kinger paid him no mind. Instead, he moved to the side, closer to Caine. Slipping through his defenses, Kinger dug into the vulnerable stretch of his ribs.
“See?” Kinger said, sounding a bit too chipper for a tormentor. “You sound better already.”
Caine pulled his knees to his chest and swung his legs around frantically in an attempt to kick Kinger in the chest. He missed. Multiple times. Gahhh! It was because he couldn’t concentrate long enough to do anything!
He slapped his hands over ribs, but Kinger simply moved over to his stomach, where he skritched at the center of his torso. “NyahaHAHAHA!” Caine convulsed, first folding in on himself then curling into a ball to try to get away from Kinger’s fingers. Since his hands weren’t exactly connected to his body, it wasn’t much use. “AHAHAHA!” They seemed to follow him everywhere Caine rolled.
“Do you feel better now?” Kinger dug his hands underneath Caine’s suit jacket and swept his fingers along his sides. With only the thin fabric of his shirt to protect him, every touch felt like a new jolt of electricity that tore through his skin and bubbled out through his mouth in shrill laughter.
Caine thrashed around. He managed to kick a pillow in Kinger’s direction, but he easily dodged it by not moving an inch.
He tried to protest some more, but it came out in a long wheeze. “Nohohoho!” Caine scrambled backward but was quickly rendered immobile by one of Kinger’s hands grabbing his leg.
Either Kinger’s hands were huge or his legs were tiny because the entirety of Kinger’s grip spanned his thigh.
“But you’ve been in here for quite a while,” Kinger said. His thumb massaged the muscle of Caine’s thigh, which caused him to sputter out a noise that sounded like some sort of odd howl. “I’m sure the others are wondering where you went.”
Caine instinctively curled around Kinger’s other hand when it started dancing across his stomach. He grabbed his hand to try to pull it off, but the one around his thigh took the opportunity to dive directly into his armpit.
Caine snapped his arms against his ribs. “Mmph—hehehehe!” He cringed at the sudden string of bright giggles that spilled from his mouth. Each sound seemingly squeakier than the last.
This whole situation was entirely idiotic! He was Caine for crying out loud!! The best and most perfect ringmaster and creator of this digital realm! He shouldn’t be rendered this helpless by just a simple touch.
There was no reason—absolutely no reason—for Kinger’s attack to be affecting him this much. Caine grabbed another pillow, but he dropped it once Kinger began targeting his other armpit. What sort of weakness was that?
It made something hot well up in the pit of his stomach, twisting around until whatever was left of his dignity crumpled into dust. Embarrassment pooled in his ribs as another burst of laughter flooded out of him. His face grew hot as he realized how little control he truly had.
And, yet…between the laughter and desperate squirming, there was something else. Caine could only describe it as an odd sort of lightness.
From his training data, Caine knew that tickling could be used as a form of bonding or social play. After decades of feeling isolated from humanity, the idea that Kinger, a human, would be willing to engage in such an absurd form of affection was…
…kind of fun?
No, that wasn’t the right word. Exhilarating perhaps?
Either way, Caine found himself accepting his fate and easing into Kinger’s touch.
“Come on, Caine,” Kinger said. His voice was way too soft for the situation. “Let’s go and do something fun with the rest of the gang.”
“Nahahaha!” Caine giggled, refusing just for the sake of it. He managed to sit up on his knees, but Kinger’s fingers (well, now just his index fingers) were still digging into his underarms. Caine bent over so far that his chest sat flush against his legs. He hugged himself, but that didn’t dull the fluttering feeling that swirled inside him. “Hehehehehe!”
Suddenly, Kinger’s hands disappeared. Caine peeked through one eyelid. He was outside of Kinger’s pillow fort, now floating a few feet above the center stage.
Ah, he had teleported away. He…sort of forgot he could do that.
Huh.
WELL, ANYWAY, it was now time for the next adventure: Amazing Undersea Journey into the Depths of the Deep Dark Abysmal Ocean Part TWO!!!!!!
And, oh, would you look at the time? Everyone was RUNNING LATE!!!
Caine snapped his fingers together, ready to gather everyone for yet another spectacular adventure.
i mean if you’d Wanna write that caine x reader fic with a ler reader I’d Love to see it,,,,little whimsical mf with that huge ego needs to be put in his place imo /nf
STOP DRINKING COFFEE, WE GOTTA GO ON AN ADVENTURE
Caine x Reader
Summary: Caine seems keen on giving you a tour. You are not as enthusiastic.
Word Count: 2,268
[Thank you for indulging me!]
This is a tickle fic!
~🍓~
It had been a few months since you found yourself in this digital circus. While it was definitely a struggle at first to fully comprehend that there was no way out, you were never going to see your loved ones again, and not even the sweet release of death could save you, you had to admit you were doing a great job with getting used to things around here. Yep, most people would have gone crazy by now, but not you. You were as happy-go-lucky as you always were.
You did a fist pump just to show how great at coping you really were.
The fact that this place had some cute amenities like a café did make the transition a bit easier. The coffee tasted sort of like the real thing.
Caine jumped at you from behind the counter.
You fell off the barstool. “Holy sh—”
“Come ON!” Caine’s arms waved wildly in the air. “We gotta go on an adventure!!!”
“Right now?” You used the stool as a crutch to get up. “I haven’t finished my coffee.”
“No time!” Caine cut you off.
He grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, and in the blink of an eye, the two of you were floating miles above the circus grounds. If you squinted, you could barely make out the polygon grass below you.
Now, it was your turn to scream. You reached behind you, blindly sweeping until you managed to grab onto Caine’s arm. You didn’t want him to get any bright ideas about potentially letting you go.
“Caine! What is this?” While you wanted to gesticulate frantically to show him just how mad you were, your hands were also quite preoccupied at the moment.
“Why, it’s our adventure, of course!” Caine raised an index finger for emphasis. “As the newest member of our crew, it is my responsibility to give you a tour of our digital realm!” His voice echoed at those last two words.
“What? But I’ve been here for months!” You kicked your legs aimlessly. “I don’t need a tour! At least, not anymore!”
“Nonsense!” Caine shook his head, clearly not listening to anything you said. “I have gotten feedback from Pomni that my usual way of introducing our new members to their new home can be a bit…intense. So, allow me to—”
“No!” You shouted. The sheer height was starting to make you dizzy. “Put me down!” You weren’t sure if these cartoon bodies could survive a fall of this height, but you weren’t eager to contribute to the research.
You swung your leg back to get enough momentum to kick Caine in the stomach. You weren’t aiming particularly hard. You didn’t want him to drop you. You just wanted him to realize just how displeased you were with the current circumstances.
“Ack—! Don’t do that!”
“Then, put me down!”
“Absolutely not! We haven’t even started on our wonderful adventure!”
Now, Caine was just being stubborn. Fine, if he wasn’t going to be convinced, then you would have to force him to lower you back to the ground.
You mustered the inner confidence to let go of Caine’s arm and grab at the lapels of his jacket. “I wanna get down!”
Caine reeled back on instinct. He tried to pry you off of him, but you held on hard. “Get off me!”
“No!”
Your hold began to loosen. For a moment, you lost your footing, and you slipped down an inch. Your heart began to race as you scrambled up to readjust your grip. On instinct, you smushed your face into his shoulder. You didn’t want to see yourself plummet to your death. Your fingers clawed their way around his body just to make sure you didn’t accidentally fall during the kerfuffle.
You could feel Caine’s muscles(?) stiffen underneath you. His hand, which he had at some point placed on your mid-back, tightened as though he was trying to restrict you physically.
A pause.
“Don’t do that,” Caine said.
His tone had lost all of its showmanship quality, now replaced with what vaguely sounded like an oddly high-pitched whine at the back of his throat.
Was that jerk laughing at you? Was that it? Did he find you fearing for your life that hilarious?
With newfound vigor, you dug your nails into Caine’s jacket and clung on. Caine made a strangled sound. It wasn’t one of pain (not that you thought you could hurt him) or even of annoyance. It was sharp and small and sort of stilted.
You paused, taking the time to tilt your head back and glare at him.
Wall-eyed, Caine stared at you.
You shifted your fingers deeper into his side.
“GHK—!” Now, that sound was unmistakable.
Caine jerked mid-air, sending both of you bobbing a few feet to the left. You yelped and latched onto him tighter, but that only seemed to make things worse as he veered to the right.
“St-Stop that!” Caine exclaimed. A hint of desperation clung to the back of his voice, hardly obfuscated by his stutter.
You frowned. You could use this somehow. Probably. Maybe.
“Not until you put me down,” you said.
When he didn’t budge, you scribbled your fingers against his side. The movement was awkward, mechanical, at first, because you were still clinging to him for dear life. It didn’t seem to matter much, though. The effect was immediate. His shoulders shot up, and his jaw clacked down as a flurry of laughter tore through him.
“Ahaha—Nohohoho! Stahahap that!” Caine grabbed at your shoulders, but that didn’t really do anything to make you stop. “This is—” He interrupted himself with an odd-sounding snort. “Entihihirely unprofessional!”
“You’re the one who kidnapped me.” Your fingers continued to climb higher until they made their way to his ribs.
“I did nohoho such thing—!” Caine gasped when you started flexing your fingers experimentally against what felt like bone. “AHAHAHAHA!” The sudden cackle made you flinch. His arms shook, seemingly caught between wanting to hold onto you and wanting to tear your hands off of him. “FINE! FIHIHINE!” His yelps sounded more like croaks at this point. You stopped for a moment to hear him out. “Perhahaps this tour can be conducted at a slightly lower altitude…”
The world lurched. You yelped as the circus grounds rushed closer beneath you, like an elevator dropping too fast. Caine seemed eager to hurl himself to the ground. Perhaps, he was worried that you would start up again.
“Be careful!” You shouted, but you were already on the ground before you could finish the last syllable.
Caine hovered next to you, brushing the imaginary dirt off your shoulder.
“There,” he announced with barely contained smugness. It seemed that he had already shaken off what had happened. “See? Perfectly safe. No harm done. Another successful act of benevolent leadership from your ever-reliable ringmaster.”
You stared at him.
Several words had come out of his mouth that you strongly disagreed with. You should let him have a piece of your mind about how you really felt about his so-called benevolent leadership after messing with your coffee and flinging you in the air.
Unfortunately, you weren’t particularly the talking type.
So, you tackled him to the ground.
Caine squawked as he landed awkwardly on his stomach. You sat down on his back, positioning your legs to pin him to the ground. “What are you doing?” His words came out clipped and harsh. He seemed to be too taken aback to remember he could teleport away.
“You seriously call that successful?”
“Well, yes, I suppose I wou—AHAHAHAHA!”
You pounced on his ribs, once more, since that seemed to be the spot that gave him a bit of trouble while he was busy swinging you around mid-air. Caine writhed underneath you. He clawed at the grass, but the flat texture barely provided any friction for him to grab onto. You could feel his legs kick out from underneath you. Considering how compact Caine’s body was, you ended up bouncing with each kick, but you held on fast and kept tickling him.
“You could have asked before doing any of that!” You lightly raked your fingertips up each crevice of his ribs. You did not leave any one untouched as you carefully counted up each side. You lingered just long enough at each spot to make him jerk and sputter before moving on to the next. “Now, my drink is probably lukewarm.”
Caine lifted his head weakly. He turned to the side in an attempt to make eye contact with you. Perhaps puppy-dog eyes were a potential strategy of his. Either way, you didn’t get to find out because you took the opportunity to wiggle your index finger under his chin.
A sudden spurt of laughter came out between puffed cheeks. “Pfttehehe…!” It was less of a giggle and more of a raspberry. You chuckled.
Caine shot his head back to the ground and wrapped his arms around the entirety of his upper jaw to keep his mouth shut.
“Aww, Caine!” You leaned forward. Any semblance of anger seemingly melted away at the mere sight of him trying to hide away. “Are you embarrassed?”
Caine shook his head into the grass. “Nnnehehe…”
“Is that a no?” You asked. “So, you’re not embarrassed?”
With his arms situated above his head like that, it left his armpits completely exposed. You wondered if Caine realized that. Surely, he wouldn’t be this naive to…
You dug your fingers into his armpits.
Caine shrieked.
Maybe he was.
“WAHAHAHA!” Caine’s arms slammed down to his sides with frightening speed. Oh, darn, now your hands were trapped. Oh, well. “Nahahaha—! Nohohot theheHEHEHEERE!” He screamed. “Anywhere buhut—AHAHAHA!! Thehehehere!”
“Ah, so, we have preferences now, do we?”
You drilled your thumbs into the hollows of his armpits. He arched his back. His knees dug into the ground as he tried to give himself the proper leverage to push himself up, but you refused to give him the chance. Not until he apologized.
“HAHAHAHA!” Caine’s laughter turned silent for a few beats. You could feel him squirming underneath you. His shoulders shook violently, which was the only indication he was still laughing. His cackles, loud and desperate, came back at full force once you started prodding at his sides. “HA! EHEHEHE!”
You drummed his sides in quick, uneven taps. Every so often, you made sure to squish the muscle extra hard just to hear him squeal. “Are you ready to apologize, Caine?”
“For WHAHAHAHAT?!”
You blinked. Even when being tickled silly, he still had the gall to talk back. Well, if he wanted to be tickled so bad, he could have just said so.
“If you really don’t know, then I guess I’ll tell you,” you said, “Let’s see…you could apologize for interrupting my me-time, for not letting me finish my drink, for dragging me thousands of feet in the air, for refusing to put me down when I asked…” With every new thing you listed, you returned to spidering your fingers inside the hollows of his underarms. You delighted in the way Caine would let out a new squeaky shriek each time. If you were lucky, you would be rewarded with a snort.
Caine thrashed around. He punched the grass with his fists. The tips of his shoes dug into the ground. “AHAHA! STAHAHAP! Pleeehease!” He hiccuped. “I cahahan’t tahahake this anymore!”
Hearing Caine whine so desperately was enough to give you pause, but that only lasted for a second. “Not until you apologize,” you said.
“FIHIIHIHI–AHAHA!” Tears welled up in Caine’s eyes and dribbled down his jaw. Ew. It looked like spit. “I’m sohohoho–s-sohohoohoryy! Now just stop! HAHAHA!”
True to your word, you stopped. You moved off his back and sat down in the grass next to him.
Caine was heaving violently. He tried to stand up on his hands and knees, but his limbs were still shaking too much to support him. He was still hiccuping, the sound quiet and gentle compared to the harsher wheezes.
You probably would have felt bad for taking things too far if he weren’t an AI. Caine wasn’t human. He probably dealt with much worse daily, and it wouldn’t even phase him.
“Thank you…” Caine said. His words were heavy and drawn out as he was still struggling to catch his breath. That was pretty odd for an AI, now that you thought about it. “Now, where were we?” Caine stumbled onto his feet. It took him a little bit to regain his bearings, but he was floating in the air within seconds.
“Uh—”
“That’s right!” He announced, back to his regular showman voice. “We might have had a brief interruption, but now we’re ready to get back to the tour!!!”
“Wait!” You held up your hands. Did he listen to a word you said? “We can continue the tour after I finish my drink! Okay?” That was probably the closest you could get to a compromise with Caine. You could probably negotiate the whole being airborne thing a little later.
“What? No! We’re already behind schedule!” To prove his point, Caine shoved his wrist into your face. But there wasn’t a watch or anything else there.
You didn’t say anything. Instead, you wiggled your fingers in his direction.
Caine tensed up and backed away a few inches, which made you giggle. “Alright! Fine! Tour after the coffee break!” His next sentence came out so quickly that the words slurred together into just one word. “Here,I’lltakeyouthere!”
He grabbed you by the elbow, and, in an instant, you were back in the cafe. Yay!
