Hello everyone! I've been thinking and I thought it was about time I finally post some OCs on here! (Major yap session and tickle art below cut)
Introducing, Feather!
"Do not fear the blue bonsai that bears the one of feathered eyes."
Feather is, as you might've already guessed, a tickle monster! A very tall one at that. (Double points for being a comfort monster). Standing at 8 feet tall, Feather is the second tallest of his four "siblings". He resides in the northern-most sector of my dream-esque tickle world called Giggloralia and is a very sweet and tender creaturr!
He's a very kind and caring being that feeds on happiness, and his realm is considered a "safe haven" for all who travel through and is the most populated realm in the world.
Abilities:
"All-Seeing-Eye" - His bottom ear wings are decorated with light teal eye emblems with white feathers symbolising pupils. On contrary to covering his eyes like his top wings, these emblems would allow him to not only see a potential lee's favourite spot, whether it be their worst/not so much doesn't matter, if it's a spot the lee enjoys being tickled that's what he'll go for.
"Feather Boa-like Tendrils" - Incredibly soft and fluffy appendages that he uses for both tickling and gentle feats of affection. He usually likes to use them to target especially sensitive spots (usually the neck and armpits) or as a means of light restraint for particularly squirmy lees. They are also semi sentient and will pick up people for fun (if they're ok with it of course!).
"Blunt, retractable claws" - His claws act an awful lot like ordinary nails but are even more tickly. He can either use them or his furred fingers if prefferred, which, some lees would argue is objectively worse because of how soft they are bur also more preferred because his fur is rumored to have a very soothing effect causing the most hostile of lees to melt to his touch.
"Chest Emblem" - His emblem both signifies his monster type as well as how he feeds. Right-Side up, pastel coloured heart (gentle spirited, doesn't need a lot to feed). Right-Side up, white feather (the feather slowly gains/loses colour based on how hungry he is, a completely empty feather is his version of "starving", this rarely happens however, thankfully)
Behaviour:
Gentol. Though, truthfully speaking, he adapts more to whatever his lee wants, whether it be rough tickles, gentle tickles, or in-between, but his go-to are always soft, light tickles.
He moreso likes to revel in the joy lees feel when tickled rather than their laughter itself, not that he doesn't adore it all just the same.
He has a very soft, "father like" demeanour. Even outside of one-off tickling events, he often maintains a close relationship with those he interacts with.
Major sweet tooth, despite not needing sweets to live, he often indulges in them A LOT. This also translates into his tickling as he often finds himself calling his lees nicknames such as; "muffin, sweetheart, honey, etc."
Rather than lay in on actual teasing, he leans more into giving his lees genuine compliments whenever he tickles them and loves pointing out cute little reactions or sounds the lee may make.
"Why I could just revel in your laughter for hours! You're absolutely precious."
"Was that a snort? Oh dear me and here I thought you couldn't get any more adorable. I stand corrected."
"I just adore the way you giggle whenever I tickle here! It's like a freshly baked batch of cookies. The next one is always sweeter than the last."
He always aims to make his acquaintances feel safe more than anything and will always adhere to their needs and wants if he can.
He does tend to chuckle and laugh along with his lees a lot of the time. He finds happiness to be very contagious.
He also takes great pride in being a caretaker and good friend! Feeding off happiness means he's willing to do that in all ways he can and has quite a lot of hobbies that help him with that. If someone isn't feeling particularly "giggle-savy" that day there's always something else they could do.
He has very high empathy and is very good at comfort. Just like how happiness makes his hunger go down, sadness makes him get hungry faster, and thus, he needs to help solve that issue and fast.
I tried to make this as short and condensed as possible - I'm not really good at structuring these kinds of posts or fleshing out characters (sobs), but if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading about my boy! He brings me joy.
A/N: A little gift for @dev1lysin for being my dear hb. Imma be doing quite a few of these 🥹
《Drabble under cut》
Characters Featured: Haru, Oliver
Word Count: 512 Words
Haru didn’t know how he kept ending up in these situations.
Well, actually, that’s a lie—yes, he did.
That knowledge, unfortunately, just did absolutely nothing for his dignity.
“OHOHO—! OHOHOL– OHOLIIEHEEE!!” The pup kemonomimi could barely squeak out between frantic bouts of laughter. The name in question belonging to the one that was so seamlessly peeling said bouts of laughter right out of the poor boy.
“Oh, Haru.” Oliver shook his head with a fond smile. “I've already told you what I need from you. It's only one little question.”
The older boy peered down at him, finding the situation all too endearing and amusing—much to Haru’s dignity’s plight—his nimble fingers continued their work across Haru's torso with unwavering determination—ironically enough, to Haru’s agreement and own hidden eagerness—in hopes of achieving one, simple goal;
Which tickled worse?
Admittedly, Haru had forgotten just how enthusiastic Oliver became whenever one of these little "experiments" crossed his mind. Even though he wasn't necessarily targeting one of Haru's worst spots, the playful attention still sent unbearable sparks of ticklish sensations racing up his spine.
“You still haven’t answered me, pup—” He paused, one hand busied itself with quick squeezes along Haru's upper ribs while the other scribbled lightly at the lower ones, earning a startled yelp and a stream of helpless giggles as well as eliciting what Oliver could only consider the sweetest, protestant whine he’d ever heard. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the reaction.
“So tell me — Which one tickles more?”
Haru's answer came out as little more than a squeak.
“That's not an answer.” He sing-songed, unable to hide his own giggle as Haru seemed to babble through giggles in response, hands shielding his face helplessly.
This had been going on for what? 5 minutes? 10?
At this point Haru wasn’t even entirely sure.
As far as all he knew was that, it tickled.
A lot.
“IHIHI CAHAHA— I DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOOW!!” He finally squealed out when Oliver playfully tweaked his hips when he wasn’t getting a reply.
“Oh come on, you must have some idea.” Oliver said, trying—and failing—to hide his own laughter. “Is it worse hereee…” He hummed as his left hand fluttered across his lower ribs making him shriek.
“Or heree?” His right poked, prodded and squeezed at his upper ribs, right beneath the dip of his hollow earning soft squeaks and sputters of giggles.
“It can’t be that hard to decide now can it?” He taunted playfully.
Haru whined. Arms flailing aimlessly, Oliver couldn’t help noting how he wasn’t even trying to stop him despite his helpless squirming, both hands fighting desperately to not even intervene with the attack he claimed he ‘couldn’t handle’.
Poor thing just genuinely couldn’t decide.
“Aw well—” He sighed—tone feigning disappointment, swiftly betrayed by his smirk. “I guess we’ll just have to keep going until you can pick one, no?”
“W-WAAHAHAIT NOHOHOOO–!!” Yet despite his pleas, Haru’s wagging tail did him no favors, it would be quite some time before Oliver got his answer… And then it was on to the next spot.
◇ AKA Dandelionpups, Puffbears, Baby-Bark (play on Baby's-Breath)
◇ Dog like creatures with fluffy cotton-like balls for heads surrounded by a flurry of petals.
◇ Appear uncannily like dandelion flowers to an extent.
♧ Colour pallete: Usually follow colour pallets that revolve around green bodies accentuated by either pastels of yellow, pink, blue, purple, white or mixes of any combination.
◇ They are very docile and curious creatures that can be found roaming all over the island, mostly in the grassland areas. They are often drawn to newcomers of their territory and will greet them accordingly... So to speak.
◇ They are popular pets in Giggloralia and have a diet consisting mainly of pollen, and of course, laughter and happiness.
◇ Having no mouth, they can't exactly eat much else, but placing a bit of sugar or citric acid (yes, they like sour stuff) on their antennas will allow them to ingest it through it.
》 While they can ingest it, it isn't recommended to feed it to them in large quantities, treat it like a bi-weekly pupcup at most as a tiny treat for your fauna fella. 《
◇ They can't really make sounds but can communicate in other ways, such as quickly shaking their petals the same way a dog would shake off water to get your attention or demonstrate irritation, or may release a soft, rumbling noise similar to a purr when content.
◇ Despite being faceless, don't doubt their expressiveness, they will let their emotions/needs be heard one way or another when they want them to be.
◇ Their petals are moveable, whether it be willingly or by instinct, and can mean different things when in certain positions.
Fun facts:
☆ Puffpups can either be as small or as big as desired. Ranging from as tiny as a teacup dog to as large as a giant bear. Thus, the names Baby-Bark and Puffbears, respectively.
☆ They are also extremely affectionate with their owners/those they've bonded with and will more often than not greet you/wish you farewell with a playful nuzzle or two... Or more. Definitely more.
☆ They can use their tails for tickly purposes as well. They just tend to much prefer the latter as it makes them feel more closely attached to their lees.
☆ All puffpups are essentially genderless, but you can refer to them however you wish.
Growth Cycle:
☆ They do not "reproduce" in the way other creatures might. Puffpups grow in a similar way to plants, being born from seeds.
☆ A fully grown puffpup may produce a seed during "shedding season" where they shed some of their fluffy spindles to regrow new ones.
☆ Someone can then take this seed, plant it, and depending on how you curate it that will determine how large or small your puffpup is.
Stage 1: Puff Seed (1 Month) - This is the process of planting a seed (or in the wild, when natural selection takes place and a seed is able to germinate) and giving it the necessary nutrients and conditions it needs to grow. This is the second most nerve wracking part as you can't really tell that your seed is growing as it should until about 20 days in...
Stage 2: Puff Sprout (16 days) - A large, almost globular bout of leaves emerges from the ground rapidly gaining in size as they remain tightly enveloped around one another.
Stage 3: Puff Patch (7 days) - The leaves slowly release themselves from one another, forming a neat little "blanket" over the soil in preparation for the next step.
Stage 4: Puff Bud (14 days) - This is the beginning signs of your puffpups actual growth, the puffbud should present itself quiet soon after the leaves form indicating a healthy flower.
Stage 5: Puff Blossom (3 Months) - This is the longest stage of the puffpup's development, acting somewhat like a "womb" in which the puffpup's actual body begins to grow and develop in.
Stage 6: "Ready For Harvest" - This stage doesn't really have a name, but it is when the petals of the Puff Blossom open up allowing the new baby to burrow its way out.
Stage 7: Baby Puffpup - Of course, burrowing one's way out of a giant plant is no easy task especially for such a lil guy. Newborn puffpups are usually found sleeping right outside the bedding of petals and leaves that aided them in the first-place, regenerating energy to take on this bright new world. Their closed petals act as a little shield for their sensitive head and antennas. The baby stage usually only lasts about a week before their leaves start to grow and roughly 2 weeks before their petals begin to separate.
Wild newborns are often "adopted" by older puffpups and welcomed into small packs until they are old enough to roam and fend for themselves.
Domesticated newborns need to be allowed at least 5 days to settle before weaning from their flower as it is an early source of much needed "softer" pollen for the baby that is able to phase through the tight closure of its petals since in that stage it is quite difficult for them to digest regular pollen as it cannot get in.
A/N: Heuheuheu SURPRISE! This is a little birthday gift for my bestie westie @dev1lysin! Just a little drabble featuring his OC Haru and my OC Oliver! I hope you like it ya little stinker /silly
Characters Featured: Haru, Oliver
Word Count ~ 1,878
Oliver and Haru were sat on the floor of the living room, in front of the frankly overwhelmingly run down and worn sofa, yet, despite the clear wear and tear, the furniture piece away had a sense of home that they all loved and couldn't bear to replace it with another, soulless, newer piece of material. But that was besides the point—
Right now, Haru and Oliver were kind of doing their own thing. Haru was occupying himself with the small, old-style early 2000s TV that laid in front of him, and Oliver—being the only one of the three brothers to still be at home was using his much needed 'me-time' to go over a very old bucket list he'd found—moreso, a list of things he'd always wondered about and aimed to solve as a kid back in his 'I'm going to be the next greatest scientist!' Era.
A lot of the items on his list were rather intriguing such as, "Can cacti survive without their leaves?" and "What happens if an ant loses track of its trail?" Both questions already answered, unfortunately. But, some of them were also quite ridiculous to put it—such as, "Is everyone who wears glasses a total book-obsessed snob?"
Wait... What?
He read that one again—Zike's old, messy handwriting.
"Of course." He muttered as he rolled his eyes, adjusting his own glasses as he continued reading, his eyes widening as a particular question caught them. Oh this was going to be fun...
"Hey... Haru? I have a question." He broke an unintentional silence, the other's ears perked up at his voice.
"Hm? Yeah? What is it?" He answered innocently, unbeknownst of what was to come.
"Do all dogs like belly rubs?" Oliver asked with far too much nonchalance for the question.
"...W-What?" His ears faltered slightly, big red and cream-gold coloured eyes blinking in surprise.
"Just—" He waved his hand in the air, as if it were the most common question known to man. "Generally speaking, you know? I'm curious."
"Why— How would I know?" Haru emphasised suspiciously, slightly curling in on himself, eyes narrowed as they stared at the other who simply looked back with innocent intrigue—
Or as innocent as he could be, anyway.
"Well... Maybe because you're..." He paused, eyeing him up and down as if a doctor inspecting their patient. "Part dog, and all."
"Well— Y-Yeah—” He stammered, genuinely unable to tell if the latter knew how the question affected him or not. Though, the faint blush on his cheeks was a rather tell-tale sign. “But that's a pretty big generalisation!"
"So they... Don't?" He replied flatly.
"I— I never said tha-" He barely had the chance to retort.
"So you do?" Oliver interrupted.
"Wuh— W-Why is it suddenly a me thing!?" His face flushed, brighter than ever as he stared at him now with wide eyes.
"You're the one who said it was a generalisation." Oliver grinned, all innocence almost faltering at his reaction… Almost.
"But that doesn't mean that I do!" Haru tried to bite back.
"So you don't?" He tilted his head like a curious cat who'd just found itself a new toy.
"I— no— what— mm... maybe I just— Aaaagh!" He stammered, eyes darting all over the room, avoiding Oliver’s gaze like the plague. Then, in dismay, let out a quiet, flustered scream which only made Oliver chuckle, to which he quickly covered up by clearing his throat—must be professional after all. "Why is this a topiiiic!?" He whined as he hid his face in his hands.
"I'm just trying to get all the facts for my analysis, and frankly you haven't given me a very concrete answer." He tapped at the old, oxidised piece of paper—the question, more specifically—as if it were the most important thing of the moment. As if it weren't just an excuse to suddenly mess with the poor boy, but he didn't know that.
"That's well— T-That's because it's just— That's not something you can just openly admi—” He caught himself. “Answer, okay?" Haru professed in a rapid-fire flustered fit, fiddling with his fingers shyly, with a defiant huff as if not wanting Oliver to catch on to what he was trying to convey. Oliver found it utterly precious.
"So... Would you rather I try to gain my answer some other way instead?" He offered, trying to compromise with him without giving up his full intentions.
"Well— I guess that could work... Possibly..." Haru answered apprehensively, eyes twinkling as he looked at Oliver with timid eyes. "But how?"
"Hm…” He hummed softly. Not wanting to string the poor thing on for too long. “Possibly something like this." Without hesitation, Oliver's hands latched onto the latter's waist, swiftly pinning him down to the ground with ease.
"WAUGH—!” He shrieked from the sudden motion, air gently knocking out of him as he stared up at the other who didn't even bother to hide his small smile anymore. “O-Oliver—!? What are you doing!?"
"Testing my hypothesis. Hypothesis in question—” He emphasised, grinning as he wiggled his fingers above him. “Does Haru like belly rubs?"
"That's a hohohorible hypothesis!!" The pup kemonomimi already squeaked and giggled with anticipation yet didn't make any effort to shield the area in question.
He giggled nervously while watching Oliver, gently roll up his shirt, the black-pink haired gent watched Haru closely, looking for any sign of discomfort, yet the smaller boy only gave him a sweet, wobbly, expectant smile.
He pressed on with his act.
"There's no such thing as a 'horrible hypothesis', my friend. Only ones that haven't been given the proper TLC to make it to the big leagues." He poked his tummy, cooing internally at the way the latter jolted. "And I for one intend to make it quite far with this one. Shall we begin?"
"Mmmhmhmh...!" Haru could barely think. The scientific facade kept his mind on a thin tightrope teetering between whether or not Oliver actually wanted to test this 'for science'—he groaned softly, slamming his eyes shut as he shyly covered his face with his hands.
"Ohohokayyy..." He finally whined out after what seemed like forever, Oliver, who had waited ever so patiently for the poor thing to gather his thoughts in one place merely smiled, placing his whole hand against the small of his tummy, barely containing his own chuckle with the way said tummy jolted at the sensation.
"Very well then, let's start slow and see how you react first." His hand then lightly began gliding across the soft, pale skin, touch light enough to elicit small bubbly titters and gasps from the one who truly made no real effort to get away.
"Subject seems to respond positively to the stimuli— It is quite adorable actually." He observed in an almost clinical voice, adding a playful lilt to that last sector which only served to make Haru blush more and groan softly into his hands.
"Now, let's try phase 2—" Oliver's fingers then lightly began flexing in slow rhythm against his torso, sliding over his sides, tummy, ribs and hips with gentle, feather-like scratches.
Now Haru was giggling, the sound as sweet as he was. His tail slowly began to wave beside him, the black-furry appendage lightly thwarted at the ground with glee. "Thahat isn't ruhuhubbing you liahahar!!"
"Subject seems to especially like this form of stimuli." He gestured to the way Haru was now playfully batting at his hands and twisting his hips, completely ignoring his qualm about his 'methods'.
"Ohoholiverrr—!" He giggle-whined preciously.
"Yes, is something the matter?" Oliver batted his eyelashes cheekily.
"Yohou're being mehean!" He verbalized through giggles with half-truth.
"Am I? Oh, I thought you were enjoying this.” He implied with such nonchalant observation that it made Haru sputter. “Would you like me to change tactics?"
"Yehehesss!" Haru droned.
"Well... Since you insist." Oliver hummed innocently before his fingers shaped themself into a claw, placing itself right over his bellybutton and then—
Scritchscritchscritchscritch
Haru absolutely shrieked once he began vibrating his digits into his flesh as if there was no tomorrow, the rapid movements sending unfathomably tingly sensations all up his torso and spine.
"WAHAHAHA— WAHAHAIT— NOHOHOT THAHAHAT—! OHOHOLEHEHE—!!" He squealed and thrashed all he could—arms flailing wildly, head shaking enthusiastically, legs kicking vigorously—the poor thing could barely even get a word out before it was replaced with frantic hysterics and peals of laughter.
Oliver giggled softly along with him before letting up a bit, his fingers now lightly skittering up and down his tummy, his loud belly laughter quietening down to rampant giggles after a while.
"Sohorry…” Oliver allowed a giggle of his own to slip in his amusement. “Was that not what you had meant?" He added almost tauntingly, tilting his head as if nothing happened.
"Mehean— Cruehel— Ehehevil even—!" Haru belted as he peered through his fingers, shooting the latter a glare which came off more like a puppy who’d just been denied treats more than anything threatening.
"And yet, you still haven't asked me to stop once." Oliver observed with an amused hum as his fingers continued their light attack on the sides of his tummy.
Haru could only babble what Oliver assumed was an empty protest as he grabbed a nearby cushion, hugging it against his face and using it to shield his flushed face and muffle his sweet squeals.
"But I think it's safe to say, you didn't all too mind that fact either." Oliver gave a small smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes as he glanced at the latter's tail which was now thumping uncontrollably against the floor.
"Shuhut up—!" He whined once more.
"Now, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who you agreed to help with their research." He emphasised with another swift claw attack to his tummy earning another round of frantic babbles this time mixed in with a regretful—
"NOHOHOO— I'M SORRY! IHIHI'M SOHOHORRYY!!" To which Oliver's fingers slowed once more, Haru basically melting into the floor with a giddy whine of defeat as he just allowed himself to laugh into the cushion.
"Speaking of... I have to say this is a rather successful experiment. You seem to love this."
"Dohohon't say it lihihike thahaaaat—!" He wailed, not denying the claim, Oliver was sure he could see the cushion blushing at this point with how red he was.
"Oh, sorry, would you prefer I say it like this—Subject seems to be even more positively responsive to stimuli than could've previously been hoped for."
"Ohohoho my gahawd!” Haru practically mewled. “You're suhuhuch a doohohofus!"
"Ah, but this 'doofus' is simply acquiring useful knowledge.” He chuckled, not even taking offense to the soft jab. “Wait till Zike and Pi hear about this." Haru’s eyes widened behind the soft furniture piece.
"Wahahait— Wha—AHAHAA—!!" Before he could even question Oliver hung his head down, lips pressing against the skin and before Haru could even process that sensation Oliver blew a giant raspberry right where Haru's tummy met his hips causing him to shriek.
"Hush." Oliver purred amusedly. "Further research is required."
"OHOHOLIVER YOHOHOU JEHERK!!"
The next few hours were filled with much more happy laughter and “necessary research”.
Protest as he might, he couldn't deny, maybe this wasn't such a horrible hypothesis after all.
Here is a little piece featuring his OC Cub (Drabble below cut)
Context: Being friends with a deer can be quite a challenge, especially for a tiger like Cub. Not that he ever thought he would—but being around such a seemingly fragile creature could irk a few alarms, no? Catching onto this Thalina was more than willing to show him that not only needn't he worry about that, but that maybe he might need to be much more susceptible to turned tables than he thought...
I am now realising I accidentally scheduled this post for July oopsies,,, anyways
HAPPY MONTH OF THE GAE!!
To celebrate, I made this little gift for my equally gae partner in crime @yolplait , my wife who, for some reason, puts up with these shenanigans of mine 🥹
lesbiab honse,, that's ,,, that's it, just lesbiab honse
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