#tickletober2021

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tickle machine

(Tickletober day 29: machine / tickle machines)

There are more than enough tickling contraptions out there that tie you up or hold you down. But how about ones that let you flail around as much as you want while you can't interfere at all?

[simplysmilingdrew]

Tickletober day #27 - Death Spot

Some brothers bonding time!

Tickletober list: https://gigglymonster.tumblr.com/post/659928005102239744/introducing-the-2021-tickletober-prompt-list-made

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This was written in 2021 for Tickletober2021. (posted on @ticklishshenanigansau using their prompt) Posting this to log my progress at a writer

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Eight Plus Two Makes Ten

Prompt: Counting

Fandom: Undertale

No pairings

Masterpost

Nothing scheduled today, Papyrus finally taking a day off to hang out with Undyne... Yup. Today was the best day to relax... A day to just be even more lazy, a da- "Sans!" someone shouted, bursting through the door. Oh, it was Frisk.

"oh, wassup?" Sans waved.

"I called you five times already and you didn't pick up or reply to my texts!!!" Frisk exclaimed.

"oh sorry. left my phone upstairs heh."

"Well grab your phone and let's just get going already I guess."

"going where?"

"To the study lounge outside the library you bonehead. Did you forget about our meet up?"

Oh, right! He knew he was missing something today. "ah... ok, give me a moment." Sans said, before teleporting upstairs to grab his phone. "ok i'm ready, let's go frisk."

"Aren't you gonna teleports us there since we're already 25 minutes late?" Frisk questioned.

"oh right, forgot I could do that heh."

Sans held out his hand as he spoke. Frisk rolled her eyes in amusement and grabbed it.

The study lounge usually didn't have many people since the library had aircon while the study lounge didn't. Both of them usually chose that spot since Frisk always felt the library was too cold. Moreover, they kinda liked the privacy the place provided. The best place to study without any disturbance.

As time flew by, sans stumbled across something peculiar to him. "hey frisk? can I comfirm something?" Sans tapped Frisk's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"this book states humans have 12 pairs of ribs... is there a typo? or is it true."

"It's not wrong. Why? Do you have a different number of ribs?"

Sans looked a little surprised, "well yeah. I only have 10 pairs... weird. humans are weird."

"Pff- says the guy that's close friends with a human. Anyways, would it be fine if I checked to see if you really have 10 pairs of ribs? I'm curious now." It was interesting to Frisk how human anatomy and skeleton monsters were so similiar yet so different. But technically skeleton monsters weren't exactly skeletons from humans so it made sense.

"uh well I rather not do it in public.. you know" Sans commented.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean show it to me, I can just try feeling it through ur clothing if that's alright with you."

"well, if that's the case then it's... fine, just do it."

"You sure? I wouldn't want to do something your not comfortable with."

"nah, it's fine. I'm okay with it."

Well... If he said it was alright then alright. Frisk started slowly moving down Sans ribs, counting slowly as she made her way down. All the while, she was oblivious to Sans. There was a reason why he was hesitant.

Sans could feel the slight laughter threatening to slip out. He had to use all of his will power to not move or make any sudden twitches. That, and the fact that he was trying not to grin like an idiot even though it was fruitless.

"snrk-!" it slipped. Welp, all of his efforts were in vain because of that one slip up.

"Uh Sans? You alright? I heard you-" Frisk stopped as she scanned Sans's half covered face. After a few seconds, it clicked. "Oh wait... Are you, ticklish?" Frisk then started scribbling a little harder.

This time Sans pushed on her arm, clearly knowing she was doing it on purpose now. "kh! w-wahait we're a-hat the st-studehe lounge n-now. Theherse p-people studying." Sans stuttered, trying to control his laughter from pouring out.

"Okay, I guess I can lay off this new discovery. For now." Frisk snickered and stopped. "Don't think for a second I'm letting this off though."

Sans whimpered. Time to stay in his room for the next few years. "can we jus get back to reading...?" He pleaded

Frisk gave him a thumbs up and continued to read up on how human souls worked. Occasionally chuckling as she saw Sans ever so often darting his eyes towards Frisk and back to his book.

A few days after the incident, Frisk had planned to have a sleepover at the brothers' house. It was always a blast when the two were around. She couldn't wait to finally relax after studying for one whole week, straight.

Ding! The doorbell sounded. Papyrus was cooking up some lunch, which was finally something other than spaghetti, so he couldn't get the door. "SANS! Can you get the door for me?" Papyrus exclaimed from the kitchen.

"ok" Sans replied, as always.

"oh, sup." Sans greeted Frisk.

"Hey Sans. The food actually smells good for once. Papyrus's been taking classes?" Frisk asked.

"yup. wannna stay in my room while we wait?"

"Sure!"

Frisk stated walking up the stairs to Sans's room, only to find out he had taken a shortcut up there. Typical Sans. When Frisk opened the door, as usual, it was a mess. His bed was no more than a mattress on the floor, with a table, a beanbag and a chair beside it. On the table there was a few sketches and books layed out in a pile. Near the entrance to the right, there was a bookshelf full of science books and a few new additions from the last time you visited. Frisk could see Sans sitting comfortably on the beanbag reading a book. As if he had been waiting for Frisk for a long time.

"so, i've recently been reading more about humans. gotta say, pretty weird. guess that's why you were so confused on how i worked, with how all your organs work and stuff." Sans had always thought humans worked similiar to monsters. Sure, he knew they were different, but he didn't know they were extremely different. They did have souls anyways, though he hadn't found a book talking much about human souls which was unfortunate.

Frisk walked over and sat on the chair, all while listening attentively to what Sans had to say. "Yeah, just like how I was surprised you only had 10 pairs of ribs. Speaking of which, I haven't really gotten the chance to count them since last time, have I? And I still have my doubts..." She chipped in.

Sans eyes widened for a brief moment before eyeing Frisk, "d-don't you dare."

"I am also kind of curious how you manage to feel without nerves... I might need to conduct an experiment to find out." Frisk continued.

At this point Sans had wrapped his hands around his sensitive ribs, zipping up his jacket. However, Sans did have a trick up his sleeve to counter Frisk's attack. He did have a knack for observing expressions to tell what their next move would be. In addition, while Frisk was still babbling on, now would be the best time to strike. Now just any attack though, a surprise attack. He could teleport and he was going to use it to his advantage. And that was what he did.

However, Frisk knew, she knew that Sans would retaliate. So the moment he teleported, she turned behind her, expecting to catch him off guard. Though, she was the one who got caught off guard. Sans being Sans, knew full well that Frisk expected something like that. So instead of teleporting behind her, he teleported in front of her. Sans then engulfed Frisk into a bear hug and digged into her sides. Frisk yelped and tried to get away but Sans grip was too strong. Who knew he could actually be decently strong? "!? SAhAnnNs aha! Pfhaaha waahaaittt!"

"you were the one who started this frisk, heh."

No! Frisk couldn't let a silly skeleton overpower her. She had to retaliate! Among her struggles, she managed to catch a hold of Sans's wrist. With much effort, she finally turned the tables. Frisk pulled one of Sans hands above his head and scribbled on his ribs. "crahahaap! frihiskk nohoo, ahem sorrhee!! nahaa-" Sans flailed. Guess he hadn't though that Frisk could get the upperhand so quickly. He should have used his gravity magic on her.

"I started this and I plan to finish it!" Frisk exclaimed. "Now let's see.. How many ribs... 1, 2.."

No matter how Sans struggled and pushed, he couldn't get rid of Frisk's teasing fingers. "aeheh alreheady tohold yaha it wahaaas 10 pahahairrss!!! staaaahaap ghaaha!" Sans tried teleporting or using his magic to push frisk away, but he couldn't focus enough to use it. His magic, though was very powerful, was not trained enough. Damn, he should start training with Pap if this was going to be a thing that Frisk would do now. Now that was a joke of course, he probably would just practice dodging instead.

"Well, I still need to make sure don't I~? 6...7.." Frisk teased.

"thihis iss juhuust cruhuehel- nohooo nahaht theeheere!!!" Sans snorted. "ghaahaha plheheaasee!-" The poor guy kicked and flailed but nothing helped. Uncontrollably laughter continued to pour out.

"Juuust a little more~ I could always go faster~~" Frisk cooed "10..11..12.."

"wahaahait! nahaahaa dohoon't, ahaa! cohome ohonn-"

After what seemed to be an eternity for Sans... "And... 20!" Frisk release the poor guy.

"hff.. hf.. thahnk g.. hff god." Sans panted, slumping to the ground. He lied on his back, facing the ceiling as he closed his eyes.

"Pfft. You alright there Sans?" Frisk chuckled. She handed Sans a bottle of water she found on his desk.

Sans nodded, accepting the water and gulping it down. Afterwards, he looked up at his alarm clock. Damn, it had only been 7 minutes and he was already tired. However, he still had some energy... And he knew exactly how he was going to use it. After a few minutes of chilling in Sans room, the both of them heard Papyrus call them for lunch.

As they walked out, Sans called out to Frisk. "Yeah?" She responded. Sans was about to speak, but stopped himself.

Instead, he replied, "uh nevermind. i wanted to tell ya somethin' but i forgot heh."

Frisk gave him a confused look but continued walking down the stairs. Sans being Sans. When Frisk turned towards the stairs, Sans casual grin turned into a smirk. Guess Frisk forgot that Sans has a tendancy to side with justice.

[rosileeduckie]

Zoe’s putting to the test all the helpful tickling tips Liam and Oz gave her, as well as her own unique talents.

My piece for Tickletober, Day 10: all out!

Characters owned by Beautiful Glitch. Art by me.

[sleepysheepytea]

Tickletober Day 22: Tickle Hell (@/tickly-oni)

warning for restraints, footer tickles, and some pretty intense tkls

i have a few demon ocs for my main ocs and this prompt was so perfect i couldn’t pass it up

also don’t worry he’s fine, he’s a toughie

[happyandticklish]

Tickletober Day Eleven - Magic

Notes: I sort of took my own interpretation on how cursed energy works here, so if it’s inaccurate, that’s cool, because it’s fiction. Fair warning.

Summary: Itadori shows off a new technique. 

Yuji Itadori was someone who Megumi had learned to be cautious of. Despite his friendly demeanor, the cheerful boy could do some serious damage if he wanted to, and was arguably growing to be one of their most powerful sorcerers—excepting Gojo, of course. Though he would never admit it, Megumi sometimes found himself intimidated by the other; if he wasn’t such a good person, Itadori would be a force to be reckoned with.

Megumi had also learned to be wary of his mischievous side, which could be just as troublesome, if not more so. 

“Megumi! Megumi!”

A hand clapped down on his shoulder and Megumi jumped, turning around to glare at the other. “I’m right next to you, you know,” he grumbled, shrugging his hand off. “There’s no need to shout.”

Class had just gotten out, and they were the only two left. Gojo had asked Megumi to stay behind to talk to him about their most recent assignment. He had disappeared on some errand almost immediately after, leaving Megumi to linger with a head full of worry about what he could have possibly done wrong. Gojo hadn’t seemed upset with him, but he couldn’t think of what else it could be. 

Megumi had assumed he was alone, but evidently that was not the case.

“Sorry,” Itadori apologized, retracting his hand and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’m just excited is all. I wanted to show you this new trick I learned, with cursed energy!”

Megumi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued despite himself. He sat back against his desk, crossing his arms. “A new trick? Like a fighting technique?”

Itadori scrunched his face in thought. “Yeah, I guess it could work for fighting. It’s more of an incapacitation thing, though. You know how we can distribute cursed energy throughout our bodies? I was thinking about how cool it would be if we could transfer cursed energy between two different people.”

“Transfer?” Megumi repeated skeptically. “How the hell would you even accomplish that?”

“It didn’t work,” Itadori admitted. “Or at least, I haven’t figured out the secret to it if it is possible. What I discovered instead is even better though. It’s a way to manipulate the cursed energy inside someone else!”

Megumi stared, trying to process his words. What he was saying didn’t make any sense. It was impossible—should be impossible—to harness the cursed energy of another while it resided inside of them.

Realizing he hadn’t said anything for several seconds, he managed, “To what end?”

“Well, the idea would be to try to paralyze the opponent by hardening their own cursed energy around them as a barrier of sorts. I still haven’t figured that part out yet though,” Itadori confessed. “All I can do right now is connect with it. I could show you, if you wanted.”

“Show me?” Megumi tensed. The idea of someone else rooting around inside him and accessing something like cursed energy set him on edge.

Noticing his hesitance, Itadori quickly assured him, “It doesn’t hurt! It’s not like an attack or anything. It just feels a little weird.”

Megumi wanted to refuse him off principle, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the concept. If Itadori was telling the truth, it could be revolutionary to the jujutsu sorcerer’s way of fighting. Besides, it probably wouldn’t work anyway. That last thought was both comforting and a little disappointing.

“Fine,” he said at last, trying to sound casual. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. “Just don’t do anything weird to me.”

Itadori brightened instantly, clearly not having expected the other to actually agree to his plan. “You got it! Just give me a moment.”

Itadori closed his eyes in concentration. His brows twitched downwards slightly, as though he was fighting something internally. A couple seconds went by and nothing happened. And then….

Megumi gasped, straightening up in surprise. He could feel Itadori, the presence of him inside himself, like invisible fingers curling around his soul. It was a strange, unusual sensation, one that Megumi wasn’t sure how to accommodate.

And then it started to move.

“Shit!” Megumi doubled over, his arms wrapping around himself protectively. “Oh my god, what the—ah!”

“Megumi?” Itadori’s eyes shot open, glancing at him in concern. “Are you alright? It’s really not supposed to hurt.”

Fuck. Fuck, this was so, so, bad. A grin wobbled on his features, and then a chuckle, and another, and another slipped out, until Megumi was curled over his desk giggling.

Itadori frowned. “Megumi?”

“It t-tihickles!” Megumi squeaked, a hand flying up to his mouth to hold back any more embarrassing noises that might be inclined to slip out. “I can feheheel it and—oh god!”

It was like electricity running along his insides, moving in currents throughout his body. It shouldn’t have tickled, there was no reason why something like cursed energy of all things should tickle, and yet he couldn’t stop the rising urge to rip off his own skin. It was as though someone was running feathers all over his body, but from the inside. The mental image it produced was disturbing, but he could hardly focus on that with the tickles sapping all coherent thought from his mind.

Itadori’s eyes widened, a delighted grin spreading across his face once he realized the other was fine. “It tickles? You mean your own cursed energy is… tickling you?”

Megumi slowly slid against his desk, crumbling to the ground as it got to him. His arms were wrapped tightly around himself but it wasn’t helping and oh god it tickled. “I-Itahadori! Ah! Nohoho!”

“Maybe it’s because I’m controlling it?” Itadori mused innocently. “I never thought it would tickle, though. I’ve never felt my own cursed energy, but since I’m accustomed to its presence there, I suppose I wouldn’t notice it? Like how you don’t think about the space your tongue takes up in your mouth.”

Megumi was hardly listening to him anymore. “S-Stohop moving i-it!” He was a mess of giggles by now, all dignity gone in the face of the unbearably light tickling. He whacked his hand against the ground in protest, though it did little to alleviate his plight. “Ihihitadori!”

“I’m not moving it, man. It must just be coursing through you as it normally does. You’re just, you know, feeling it now.” Itadori smirked a little as he watched the other squirm. “I never realized you were ticklish.”

“Fuhuhuck ohohoff!” Megumi had never felt so helpless before, not in this giddy, uncontrollable way. It tickled way, way too much, but somehow he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at the other. He knew he hadn’t meant to do it and—well, okay, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It was unbearable in a million different ways, but all the same, he couldn’t find it in himself to hate it.

That being said, there was only so much of the strange, not entirely horrible, torture that he could take. “Ihihitadori!” he cackled, switching between furiously rubbing his sides and banging his fist against the ground. “Stohop, stohop, ohoho m-my gohod!”

“Okay, okay, I don’t want to actually drive you insane.”

Itadori closed his eyes once more. He felt where the cursed energy was tethered to him and slowly released it, dropping his hold entirely. Megumi’s squirming calmed as the tickling came to a gradual standstill. He leaned his head back against his desk, giggles still slipping out every once in a while as his body tingled with phantom tickles.

“I can’t believe you giggle,” Itadori said after a moment. “Badass sorcerer Megumi, perpetually grumpy Megumi, giggles.”

“I do not,” Megumi snapped, his cheeks flushing. “That was—I mean—I didn’t—”

“What’s wrong?” Itadori teased, grinning down at him. “Having trouble with your words?”

Megumi’s face went an even darker shade of red if that was possible, and he averted his eyes. “You’re the worst,” he muttered. “I’m actually going to kill you, you know.”

“No you’re not,” Itadori countered, waving one hand dismissively. “You like me too much for that.”

Megumi glared at him because it was true. 

“Seriously. Go die in a ditch somewhere.”

[lovelymessybubbly]

Tickletober Day 1: Teasing

hello tk community (• ▽ •;)

i was nervous to try to wedge myself into the community but i feel like this is a good start (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

a drawing of hinata and kageyama for @gigglymonster 's tickletober (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ i imagine hinata as the type to move his hands reallly quickly to attack as many spots as possible, since strength isn't his strong suit. it's a lot harder to fight back when you can't keep up with such an assault of pokes lol. to see kageyama so blissfully hysteric is cute ! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

i will try to complete each day but im pretty busy with work, and i also have a roommate so privacy is kinda... (˘･_･˘) so they may be late each time. sorry!

[lilaccfeathers]

Tickle-Tober!! (Part 8/10)

Prompt: kisses Raspberries!!

I was gonna do Kisses for them but like,,,, I was given a better prompt replacement by friend, so ‘Chako getting the tummy berries!!!!!