#drawn on

[mudwerks]

(via HUMAN RESOURCEFULNESS - Pulp International)

Austran actress Nadja Tiller

[theoncelee]

I made it all of one day keeping up with Tickletober. Stellar of me I know. So here’s yesterdays fic, I’ll hopefully be posting todays as well before the end of the day. I’m not super happy with this one but hopefully someone likes it haha.

Plus my stupid SAT studying brain kept lecturing me about grammar the whole way through this one. I had to keep reminding myself that I was writing goddamn fanfiction and it didn’t matter 😭😭

Anyways enjoy!! :)

Day Two- Drawn On

Fandom: MHA

Ship: Platonic or Romantic KiriBaku (lee!Bakugou ler!Kirishima)

Warnings: this is a tickle fic. Don’t read it if you don’t like that stuff. Some capital words but no entire sentences in this one.

A Paper Alternative

“Bakubrooooo I need your help,” Kirishima whined, barging into Bakugou’s dorm room with his spare key. Which was a normal thing to have, by the way, friends did that. Bakugou lazily glanced up from his phone, where he had been casually scrolling on his bed. Couldn’t he have one hour of piece without one of those damn extras bothering him? But it was Kirishima, so of course that came out as “sure, what’s up?

“I need to practice for my art project, can I use you?” The redhead asked. “What?” Bakugou replied, utterly confused. “Don’t you have paper, shitty hair?” “Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna ruin my good art paper before I know what I wanna do!” Kirishima explained, slightly embarrassed. “Tch, fine shitty hair. Do whatever,” Bakugou relented, collapsing back onto his pillow. “Awesome, thanks bro!” Kirishima beamed. He carefully placed himself on top of Bakugou’s thighs, rolled up Bakugou’s shirt, and grabbed his pens and markers. He took his first pen and lightly touched down on Bakugou’s toned stomach, focusing on his sketch. Luckily for Bakugou, that meant that Kirishima didn’t notice Bakugou’s eyes practically bulging out of his head at the sensation. The pen tip was smooth and relentless, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And FUCK it TICKLED. Kirishima was Bakugou’s best friend and the only one he allowed to come close enough to touch him. Bakugou hadn’t been tickled since he was really little; he’d honestly forgotten he even WAS ticklish. But fuck was that smooth pen gliding up and down his torso jogging his memory. Although, if he was more honest with himself than he wanted to be, what Kirishima was doing really didn’t feel all that bad. It was kinda nice. The only problem was keeping quiet so Kirishima wouldn’t notice.

That all changed when Kirishima started coloring. The felt tipped marker he was using tickled WAY more than the pen, and coupled with the consistency of Kirishima’s back and forth coloring motion Bakugou was DEAD. He jerked with a yelp before he began squirming for real. Kirishima looked up and saw Bakugou’s beat red face and strained smile and quickly put two and two together. His expression softened, but he decided to fake obliviousness for a little while longer. “Geez Bakubro, what’s got you all squirmy today?” he asked as he began coloring a very large shape at the bottom of Bakugou’s ribcage. “ngh, just, hurry uhup shihity hairr,” Bakugou strained, “I dohon’t have ahall day you kn-know.” Kirishima just chuckled and continued.

The biggest problem for Bakugou, was that the longer the tickle went on, the more ticklish it got. He was like a giggly bomb, destined to break if Kirishima’s incessant scribbling didn’t FUCKING STOP. When Kirishima scribbled the marker in Bakugou’s navel, Bakugou honest to god SQUEALED. With the damn broken, he collapsed back onto the bed in a fit of the SWEETEST giggles Kirishima had ever heard. “What’s the matter Bakubro? Ticklish?” Kirishima teased. And if he noticed how Bakugou barely fought back as he finished his picture, he never mentioned it.

The drawing ended up coming out stellar, a gorgeous tree with its shimmering branches reaching out all over Bakugou’s torso. And while Bakugou kicked Kirishima out of his dorm and threatened murder, he definitely dreaded having to shower the next morning and wash it off.

[waffle-sharky101]

Happy birthday kirishima!! ( fav bnha character) , they’re getting tickled by one of my ocs named darci

[ryan-monster]

Drew (well tried) A2 of NieR: Automata for fun! Not gonna lie I'm actually pretty proud of this.

[banditdandi]

Doodling with my older sibling

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober Day 5: Drawn On

Fandom: Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Characters: Bill, Ted

(A kind-of sequel to my fic, Tat Practice) 

“Not again, Ted!”

“Why not? It’ll be most excellent, I swear!”

Bill sighed and he looked directly at his best friend. The last time he let Ted draw on him, it was kind of... you know... ticklish. And while he didn’t mind it too much, he wouldn’t allow himself to be subjected to that again. And Ted seemed to really want to give him another lower rib tattoo or belly tattoo. With the pens and markers, of course. But as Bill fought his friend, an idea dawned on him. And his whole face lit up with said idea. 

“You changed your mind?” Ted inquired with a smile of his own when he witnessed Bill’s demeanor shift. 

“Yeah, Ted, my friend. In the most stupendous way,” and now Bill was grinning.

And with very little haggle from Ted, they were on Bill’s bed together, Ted laying on the messy sheets and Bill hovering above him. 

“I am so graciously honored that you’ve chosen to take up tattooing, dude,” Ted said to his friend, now wearing only a tank top, no other layers around. 

Bill hummed, “Yeah, dude. What about one that wraps around your bicep and tricep?” he mimed it on his own arm by lifting it up. 

“So rad!” there was Ted’s new word and Bill smiled, knowing it was approved.

Bill stretched out Ted’s arm so it was laying out flat on the bed. He took a pen and messily scribbled a quick outline along Ted’s bicep, and he stroked one clean pen stroke down towards his tricep. Bill wasn’t trying to disguise this as anything it wasn’t. At least not now. 

“B-Bill!” Ted exclaimed and he stifled a giggle, his whole arm jerking. 

“What, Ted? That tickle or something?” and Bill was mischievously gleaming, staring right at Ted. 

“Well... yeah.”

“Excellent.”

[sgt-celestial]

wow!! im posting art for the first time in about 100 years!!!! anyway he