not a request, just something i wanted to draw AND OOOHH NEW OC REVEAL!!!!
his name is Mortimer and he is a pumpkin head….. shh dont tell him he doesn’t know… /JJ
MINI TICKLE FIC IS BELOW THE CUT!!! TW FOR LIGHT RESTRAINTS AND VINE TKS !!!
Laughter tore through the quiet woods, the Halloween nightfall already draping over the two figures.
Kai had made the mistake of venturing too deep into the forest—one that had now led him into a decidedly ticklish predicament. Of course, the prince wasn’t nearly as innocent as he pretended to be. He knew these mischievous creatures roamed this part of the woods… and yet, curiosity—or perhaps a stubborn, restless lee mood—had driven him to explore anyway.
However, whether it was curiosity, pride, or a certain mood he would never admit to experiencing, one thing was certain: he wasn’t getting out of this easily.
“PLEHEASE!!” the prince cried, laughter spilling from him in shuddering waves. His cheeks flushed a red, and tears of mirth prickled at the corners of his eyes. His pleas, however, fell upon the deaf ears of his captor—the pumpkin-headed creature, who went by the name Mortimer.
And Mortimer had no intention of showing mercy.
With a lazy flick of his fingers, slender vines unfurled from the earth, their pliant, flexible thorns brushing softly across Kai’s skin. They danced and scribbled over his hollows of his underarms, raked teasingly at his stomach, and spiraled into his navel—all of it drawing excited laughter from the struggling prince. Each wiggle and squirm only earned him more vines looping snugly around his arms, wrists, and waist, holding him fast while the playful torment continued.
Mortimer’s glowing amber hollows flickered warmly, almost comfortingly, as he tilted his head. Instead of granting mercy, he lifted a finger to his lips—at least, where his lips would have been—and pressed it there in a quiet shush.
“Shhh… quiet down, little one,” he murmured. His tone was smooth, teasing, yet carried a hint of warning. “I may be merciful…”—he paused deliberately, letting the silence and tension draw on—“…but my friends are not. Don’t laugh too loud, or you might just attract them.”
He hesitated for just a moment, curling his fingers in thought before adding slyly, “Unless… you want that.”
The pitch of Kai’s laughter leapt several notes higher, the flush on his face deepening until it reached the tips of his pointed ears. Mortimer didn’t need an answer; the reaction said it all.
“Then laugh! Laugh away, little one,” Mortimer encouraged, his tone bright with mischief as the vines renewed their efforts, his tone dipping down to a sly purr, “I’m sure my friends would be delighted to join in…”
