#murder drones tickles

[ihonestlydontknowstudios]

I saw a prompt for MD and no one else did it so…I did it myself. Stellar innit?

[gingerlee-holds]

well. HAPPY TICKLETOBER EVERYBODY!!!! I've been working so, so hard on these fics, so hopefully you should plenty of content from me this month!! some of these fics will be the ones I should've posted last year and some will be ones for this year. i really hope you enjoy!! this is a tickle fic for Murder Drones!! i havent watched it, so some characters might be inaccurate, sorry- anyways, lets go!! first fic of tktober GO-

this is a fic requested by @xavitron883!! thank you so much for the request!! <3333

this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @august-anon

N's Hypothesis

Words: 1,056 Pairing: Ler!N, Lee!Uzi Warnings: Fluff! Prompt: Anticipation

The bunker was unusually quiet. There were no alarms, no explosions, no chaos outside the steel walls, just the faint hum of Uzi's tools as she crouched over a half-finished contraption. Her goggles were pushed up into her hair, eyes narrowed with stubborn concentration as sparks occasionally flared from her welding torch.

N leaned against the wall, a few feet away, watching. Not in a creepy way, of course. Just... curious. He liked seeing Uzi in her element. The way her wings twitched when she got frustrated, the way her scowl deepened when a screw didn't fit just right, it was kind of adorable.

"You're staring again," Uzi muttered without looking up.

"Am I?" N asked, tilting his head with mock innocence.

"Yes," she deadpanned, tightening a bolt. "Stop hovering. It's distracting."

N pushed himself off the wall, hands clasped behind his back. He walked closer, his grin subtle. Hovering was what he did. And judging by the way Uzi's shoulders tensed whenever he leaned over her workbench, he had a sneaking suspicion there was more to it than just "distraction."

Tonight felt like the perfect time to test that theory.

N sidled up beside her, leaning down as though to inspect her device. His hand, though, hovered suspiciously near her side. Not touching, just lingering in that space close enough to notice.

Uzi froze mid-twist of her screwdriver. Her head turned slowly, eyes narrowing at the empty air just above her ribs. "Don't," she warned flatly.

"Don't what?" N asked, his tone pure sugar. "I didn't even do anything."

Her glare sharpened. "You're thinking about it. That's enough."

He chuckled softly, straightening but leaving his hand dangling tantalizingly close. "Thinking isn't illegal yet, last I checked."

Uzi snapped her wings tighter around herself, trying to appear unbothered. But N caught the tiniest twitch in her expression, the faintest flicker of anticipation. And oh, that was too tempting.

N drew slow circles in the air with his fingers, hovering them near her ribs. He even let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, no, look how close I am. Tragic, really. One little slip and- oops."

His fingertip tapped her side lightly.

Uzi jolted like she'd been shocked. She immediately swatted at his hand, screwdriver clattering against the floor. "N!"

"What? That wasn't even a tickle," he protested innocently. He pocked again, quicker this time, and her wings gave a betraying twitch.

"Q-Quihit it!" she snapped, curling away, though the corners of her mouth were twitching like she was fighting a smile.

N leaned closer, voice dropping into a conspiratorial murmur. "Ohhh... your wings twitched. That's interesting."

Her glare sharpened. "Bite me."

He grinned, chin propped on one hand like he had all the time in the world. "Tempting, but I think I'd rather see how long you can hold out."

Her fists clenched. Her whole body screamed with tension, anticipation coiled like a spring. She tried to keep her usual tough-girl posture, but the longer N's fingers hovered, the more restless she got.

Without warning, N darted his fingers into her side, skittering them playfully.

Uzi erupted. Laughter burst from her like a crack in a dam, harsh and uncontained. "N-!! StoHoHoHOP!! IhIHI swHEHEHEHAR-!" She twisted violently, almost knocking her workbench over in her thrashing.

He laughed along with her, dodging her flailing arms. "Youhu're soho juhumpy! I barely touched you."

"Shuhut- shuhut uhuhup!" she squealed through gritted teeth, shoving at his chest. But her eyes squeezed shut, her grin fighting its way out despite her best efforts.

N only teased her side for a few moments before pulling back, hands raised like he'd completed a science experiment. "See? Now that wasn't so bad, right?"

Uzi glared at him, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. "Doho that again and IhIHI'll-"

Her threat dissolved into a strangled giggle as his fingers hovered dangerously close to her hips. He wasn't even touching her yet, and she was already twitching.

"Ohhh~," N sing-songed, grinning wide, "I think I found something even better~!" N tilted his head, eyes gleaming with playful curiosity. "You're already squirming, and I haven't even touched your hips yet. That... feels important."

Before Uzi could scramble away, N caught her wrists in one hand and pinned them lightly against the workbench. His grip wasn't tight, just enough to keep her from smacking him in the face while she thrashed.

"Lehet me go!" she barked, kicking out.

"Not until I confirm my hypothesis," N replied sweetly. His free hand hovered just over her hips, fingers twitching dramatically. "Do you think you can hold out?"

She pressed her lips together, glaring daggers at him.

He struck. Fingers digging into Uzi's hips in quick, wiggling motions.

Uzi's response was immediate and violent. She shrieked, laughter tearing out of her throat as her legs kicked wildly. "N!! YOuHuhu- YOuhUHuu JeheheHEErk!! StohOhOhOP!!"

Her tough-girl mask shattered. She bucked against N's hold, twisting with every ounce of gremlin energy in her body.

N laughed gently, keeping the pace playful rather than overwhelming. "Wow, you're loud. I'm impressed!" Thinking he'd give her hips a break, N shifted his hand, brushing along the edges of her wings.

Uzi screeched. The sound cracked halfway between a laugh and a startled yelp. Her wings snapped tight against her back, but not before he traced just along the sensitive edges.

"Ohhh, that's even worse, huh?" N teased, his tone light, curious, affectionate. "You're all curled up already."

She couldn't form words, just hiccupy laughter and growls, squirming so hard she nearly toppled both of them.

After a few moments, he slowed, pulling his hands back, tilting his head with concern. "Hey, you still good?"

Panting, Uzi shot him a glare through her flushed face. "Youhuhuhu're... dehehead," she wheezed, even as she was still giggling.

N released her wrists, stepping back with a satisfied smile. "It's more fun when you just trust me."

Uzi slumped against the workbench, hair sticking up in every direction. "Bihite me..." she muttered, but there was no real venom in it.

He chuckled, straightening. "I'll take that as a thank-you."

Her eyes narrowed. "You know you're not getting away with that, right?"

N blinked innocently. "Getting away with what?"

Before he could react, Uzi lunged forward, fingers aimed at his ribs. "Your turn, idiot!!"

His startled laugh echoed in the bunker, and the tables turned fast.

[scheen1]

Sucks at digital. So I Brought my traditional art into it. Still sucks at it :|

IT'S ALMOST 2 YEARS since the ending of Md.

[danineedshelp]

Can you make my oc Lee H and Ler N?

Heeeey sorry for long wait

Oc belongs to @serialdesignationh234

[murderdronesvlover]

So I like the oilrose ship (J x V) and so I thought maybe drones could have periods so I will do a murder drones fic of V getting her period and J helps her

Ft:V, J

ship:oilrose

A bit of tickling

It was a cold day (again) on copper 9 J and V were in the pod, V was in her in room groaning, J goes in her room to see if V is okay “V you good I can hear you from the living room?” V looks at her and rolls her eyes and turns away from her on the bed “I’m fine just go away” J checks her phone and sees it the time of the month…her period…now V was always and will always will be annoying and refuses help during her period so J had to think of another way to help V, J says “V you want cuddles or maybe chocolate?” V still turned away mumbles “both..” J let’s out a small chuckle “both? Huh I guess you like my cuddles~” V groans at J’s teasing “shut up just give me cuddles” J climbs into bed with V “inpatient are we~?” V scoffs “I’m not inpatient!” J nuzzling V neck creating a small tickly sensation on V’s neck causes her to giggle a bit “hehehehehe J nooo” J smirks “aww what too ticklish~?” V digs her face in J’s chest trying to muffle her giggles “Jhahaha stop ihehehehet” J starts spidering her hands around V’s stomach then V starts laughing a lot “Jahhahha stop stop nohohhohoh J please stop J!” J smirks “aww baby why~?” V blushes at the nickname “J shut up-NOHOHO” J found it…V’s death spot, her underarms V bursts out with laughter and her laughter quickly fulling the room “J NOHOHOHO STOP” J didn’t stop (I mean why would she) “why your laugh is so adorable~“ V blushes at her laugh being called *cute* “SHUT UP BUT SERIOUSLY I CAN’T BREATHE” seeing as her girlfriend really couldn’t breathe finally stops her attack “sorry babe” V panting “y-your fine but damn you couldn’t have at least went easy on me?” J let’s out a slight chuckle “okay okay I’ll go slowly next time” J kisses her forehead “love you babe” V blushes (for the fifth time) “I love you too”.

so what did you guys think?

[murderdroneshope]

Okay don't tell me I'm the only one who wants a official murder drones tickle scene in one of the episodes

[squish-va]

Tickletober Day 2 Baby!

Here is the second prompt of the month! Hope you guys enjoy, I kinda liked doing Cyn's voice lol

[shegok]

While waiting

Characters: N, V, Uzi.

Warning: Tickle, N x Uzi ship(?).

⏳HAVE A GOOD READ⌛

Uzi was just lying in her bed, thinking about something. Shortly before that, she asked N to come over, because she kind of had some idea. She found a way to learn more about the past of the disassemblers, and therefore about all the wild things that happened at Camp 96.7.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Uzi quickly got out of bed and went to the door, opening it. A familiar disassembler stood on the threshold.

"Hello, Uzi!" said N, waving his hand.

Uzi waved back and when the disassembler entered the room, she closed the door.

"Well, that's it. Why did you call me? To a pajama sleepover?" asked N, adding a cheerful tone to the last sentence and wagging his tail.

"Wha-No!" said Uzi, shaking her head. "I have something more interesting."

"Oh, and what is it?" the disassembler asked with interest, slowly shaking his tail from side to side.

The emo-worker got up and went to her computer. In one motion, she took out a pair of strange devices that looked like cables, ending in some kind of suction cups in the shape of a curling stone.

"What is it?" asked N, looking closer.

"These are cables for connecting to drones, as well as our key to unraveling your past," Uzi said, a little pretentiously.

The disassembler nodded in agreement, although it was hard to tell from his look whether he understood something or not. Uzi put the cables on the table.

"We just have to wait for V," she said, sitting down next to N.

The disassembler tried to hug the Uzi with his tail, but after the worker shook off his tail, N decided not to try again.

"Well... um... what can we do?" The emo-drone asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Can we draw?" disassembler asked, wagging his tail happily.

Uzi giggled slightly. "No, I don't really want to draw."

N thought about it. "Can we just... talk then?"

"Why not."

Disassembler was trying to think of a topic to talk about. "Um... well... how's your mood right now?"

"Well... it's fine."

N looked at Uzi worriedly. "Is everything okay?"

The worker turned away. "Well..."

"Is something wrong?" Disassembler asked, putting his hand on the emo-drone's shoulder.

Uzi immediately shook off his hand. "Yes... no! It's just..." After these words, the emo-drone fell silent, turning away and blushing.

N carefully sat down closer. "You can tell me, don't be afraid.~»

"I'm not afraid! It's just... Ugh! Take it out!"

N moved his hand to Uzi's hair, stroking it lightly. "Just what?"

The worker became even more embarrassed and, leaning back on the bed, curled up into a ball. In response, disassembler lay down even closer, poking her friend lightly in the side, which made her giggle. N smiled slightly and poked again, eliciting a second reaction.

"Uzi, are you ticklish?" he asked, continuing his actions.

The worker started giggling violently, rolling away from N. "Of course, you idiot!"

Disassembler only moved closer. He put his hand on her side and gave her a little squeeze. In response, N heard a strangled squeak. His smile grew much wider. The disassembler began running his fingers lightly along the Uzi’s sides, causing her to have fits of laughter.

"N, stohop it!" said the emo-drone, laughing

"Mmm... no." N response, intensifying the onslaught.

In response to his actions, more laughter came out of Uzi's chest. The worker's visor was burning bright purple, showing all her embarrassment.

"Plehease!" she tried to ask again.

The disassembler thought for a while. "Hmm... okay, but only if you tell me what you were so worried about."

Uzi was a little doubtful, but she agreed pretty quickly anyway. N stopped tickling, letting the worker catch her breath.

"Well?" Disassembler said, looking questioningly at his friend.

The Uzi's visor turned purple again. "W-well... I just kind of… Lov... --"

But the worker's words was interrupted by the opening of the room door and the appearance of V. Both drones turned to the newcomer.

"Hi, V!" said N, wagging his tail happily.

“yeah… Hello, stupid idiot," Uzi mumbled, slightly disappointed.

"Yeah. So why do you need me?"

The worker jumped off the bed and went to the table with the cables…