I cannot get over tickling someone while they're playing a video game.
Like I love watching people play video games, it's like watching a movie without the anxiety of having to actually play the game lmfao.
But what are my poor restless hands to do hmm? Sure I can scroll through my phone but my hands want something more y'know. Maybe I can poke you everytime you try jumping platform to platform and watch as you flinch and flail. All the while, of course, pretending I'm not doing anything! Because I'm not!
Maybe you finally won a really hard level and I'm hyping you up by scribbling my fingers up and down your ribs. I know I'm such a nice friend.
Perhaps you're playing a more chill game and I can offer you a massage. Tracing shapes onto your back or trailing my fingers up and down your legs.
Maybe I can play a game of my own~. It's called how many fingers walking up and down your feet does it take before you kick them away~.
You really can't say you love tickling if you have prejudice of any kind. Cause tickling is all about appreciating the person as is. Whether they have scars, stretch marks, patchy skin, acne, blemishes, etc. Or if you can see their bones or none at all. If the skin you're being trusted with touching is darker or lighter than your own. Or if they need extra breaks for accessibility or no breaks at all. Whether if it's kinky or just purely platonic. Tickling, in its purest form, is just adoration. It's appreciation. It's a thank you for trusting me with your body, your person, you.
And if you say you like tickling. You would know that you have to actively be anti: fatphobic, racist, ableist, misogynistic, transphobic, homophobic etc.
What you like is platonic tickling. Tickling devoid of sexual and romantic intent.
Sfw is just a descriptor for something you can look at in public. Though it can certainly contain platonic content, don't use them interchangeably.
Do not romantic/sexualize my platonic.
I do things with friends deemed as romantic. Doesn't take away that it is platonic to the people involved. No matter how many other voices say it's more than that.
I can look at a piece of art and it can evoke feelings of sadness. Other people may feel joy, anger, fear, a combo of any other emotion. No one is wrong. Everyone's perspective is valid. Even if the artist said the intent was to invoke jealousy. Your own feelings about it are valid. No one can dictate how you feel about anything, that's up to you alone.
I will say, if an artist says to not sexualize their work. Respect that. Even though you may interpret it as such for whatever reason (maybe it has bondage or any other elements you deem sexual), let's just keep those thoughts to ourselves and keep going on. Hey maybe it'll inspire you to make your own twist to the art you saw.
So I've been thinking of superpowers recently and the creative ways you could use them. Especially when you know what is invovled. So enjoy these thoughts while they last.
File 001 in the TCAU Reports
You didn't think much befriending an empath. Sure it was certainly an adjustment, especially with the thought of not being able to hide your feelings (which you are definitely not known to do in the slightest, nuh uh, not at all). They've assured you countless times that they can't read your mind, giving you some comfort. With just how perceptive they've become it certainly felt like they were in fact a secret telepath.
"I just take the emotions I sense into context" they say.
Maybe sass was their superpower too. It felt good being known, but also terrifying. You didn't have to get it right with them, as though they were already 10 steps ahead. Those feelings you couldn't put into words? Yeah, they felt them, and they understood. What was really heartwarming though was the gentle hand on your shoulder, and mildly concerned gaze that patiently and intently listened to you stuttering over yourself. For someone who could easily "solve" the problem, they still chose to take the time to listen and hear you.
So maybe you were a bit concerned that your privacy would be invaded, not every feeling is rational and sometimes you'd rather keep them to yourself if that's what's best for you. The first time they told you of their abilities they emphasized that they aren't always scanning you for how you feel... For one, it is exhausting sensing the feelings of those around you 24/7, and two, well they also felt guilty about the whole privacy thing.
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It happened out of nowhere. Perhaps staying up late brought out a playful energy between the both of you. It started out as a pillow fight.
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"What's it like to... feel? Like do you see things or?"
"Sometimes it's like I'm experiencing the emotion myself, depending on how... intense it is. So I might blush or feel an ache in my chest. Other times, for me at least, I see an image or colours. Like when you passed that test in highschool I saw a bright yellow and lots of puppies."
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You being the cheeky one that you are, had hit them square in the face. Their utter shock palpable, causing you to double over in laughter.
They saw puppies, lots of them, and flashes of yellow popped up in their mind. They smiled fondly, a mock annoyance to their glare.
"You think that's funny? I'll give you something to laugh about"
Time slowed as a well placed hand squeezed your left side, shooting electric sensations throughout your body. It tickled. A whirlwind of colours flashed in their mind purple (surprise), orange (nervousness) and light pink (mild embarrassment). You giggled despite yourself, failing to maintain your composure. Those colours weren't out of the ordinary but while their fingers gently clawed at your ribs- sky blue. It happened to be your favourite. It was what they often saw when you were together.
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"What colour is happiness?"
"Everyone has their own unique uh colour scheme... That person you complimented was a dark green. Yours though is sky blue"
"That's my favourite"
"I know"
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The same colour that flooded their mind when you were eating something you liked. The colour that appeared when they held you or when you saw a cute animal. It was a colour that signified a pleasant experience and with small bursts of green, giddiness too. Through squeaks and chortles and titters you manage to look at them. A furrowed brow and zoned expression was all you needed to see to know that they knew. It was enough to snap them out of it, the vibrant sky blue turning an intense pink. You were utterly embarrassed. It didn't help when you saw their gentle smile, and soon you sensed something trying to comfort you. Not in a physical sense no, but as though they reached out to telepathically comfort you. This wasn't entirely new, you've felt this before. When you weren't sure of yourself, or feeling down, this gentleness seemed to emanate from them, often putting you at ease. As you sputtered and tripped over your words, they sat there and listened and nodded and understood. When all was said and done sky blue faded into their mind once more, courtesy of your sensitive sides.
So maybe being friends with an empath wasn't so bad. You'll definitely never forget the day you were tickled pink.
Officially declaring it to be "I'm gonna tickle you and when you ask why, I respond with 'I am just warming my hands, not my fault you're ticklish. What you want me to freeze to death or something!? Thought we were friends turns out you're just fam 😒🤟🏾.' (I am still definitely tickling you)" season
