#twst tickling

[bee-the-lee]

sorry for ghosting yall

[lilaccfeathers]

🍩🍩Happy Birthday RugBug! 🍩🍩

[twstedtkls]

one thing i think floyd would do is tickle you mercilessly in fast, rough movements. and then immediately switch up to soft, gentle tickles.

picture this, he's got you pinned to the couch, floor, bed; wherever is most convenient and straddles your hips to dig into your ribs and squeeze your sides over and over. your cackling into the sheets/carpet shoving at his hands uselessly because he's been at this for at least ten minutes and is not tired; teasing into your ear whenever he hears you squeak or giggle.

"awh, lookit you squirm~ BWAHHA- look at your face! this must suck for you huh?"

and his fingers squeeze the softest part of your waist, a sly grin on his face.

next thing you know, you felt soft scribbling across your tummy and ribs. the sensation for only a few moments ago changed in a blink of an eye but his smile stayed the same.

you think he's stopping, but he just eased up, you're still giggling at the ghost tickles and he leans closer to your face. you were breathless, unable to move.

"you' tired?"

you nod lazily, voice rasp and breath heavy.

his lips tickle your face as he kisses you; but you don't push him away. you love him too much.

[drkittenwhiskers]

Random Twst Tickling Headcanons

Notes: Not kink content, I just think tickling is silly. Also this is really long lol.

Ruggie involuntarily kicks/punches when he’s tickled. He most likely won’t feel bad if he accidentally hits whoever tickled him.

Jade’s the type of person that “decides” whether or not he’s ticklish. Like if a person he doesn’t like tickles him, he won’t even flinch, but if it’s someone like Floyd or Azul, he’ll giggle.

Ace sometimes pokes Deuce’s side in the middle of class just to mess with him. Deuce retaliates by squeezing his side, making him yelp.

Rook has those weirdly specific tickle spots that people are never able to guess. He’d be ticklish somewhere in the middle of his left shoulder blade.

Occasionally, Leona will grab someone and tickle the shit out of them if they stole something of his, or if they lied about something.

Cater also does this too with his clones, way more playfully than Leona. He also tickles some of the Heartslabyul freshmen specifically to get them to do some of his chores.

Kalim unironically yells “tickle fight!!” then gets upset when no one wants to participate.

Idia’s hair glows bright pink whenever someone tickles him, both out of embarrassment and slight happiness. He also has a really loud laugh with snorts mixed in, and will squirm and curl up.

Sebek will try SO hard to convince someone he’s not ticklish since it’s “unbecoming of a royal guard”. He could literally be on the ground twisting every which way claiming he’s not ticklish.

Malleus is ticklish along the base of his horns and along his tail. He actually doesn’t mind being tickled, though he’s a bit shy about it.

One of Azul’s most ticklish spots is his stomach and he hates it with a burning passion. It reminds him of how chubby he used to be.

Riddle gasps every time he feels even the slightest ticklish sensation. Mostly finds it to be an annoying and unnecessary feeling.

Jack melts into gentle tickles behind his ear and his tail wags slowly, or even wraps around the person tickling him. If he’s ever asked about it, he denies so hard.

Epel is the type of person who’ll punch and kick if someone starts tickling him, but unlike Ruggie, he does it on purpose. It gets to a point where it turns into a wrestling match.

Soft tickles make Silver feel sleepy, his eyes will actually start to droop and he’ll lean on the person tickling him.

Trey will sometimes give some a gentle poke if he notices them feeling a little down.

Ortho isn’t ticklish since he’s a robot, but he has memories of Original Ortho and Idia having tickle fights when they were little. He wishes he could experience that too.

Jamil hates being tickled and he WILL push anyone other than Kalim away before they can even get the tiniest laugh out of him.

Grim actually loves being tickled, he won’t admit it directly, but he doesn’t deny it either. Loves tummy rubs and ear scritches.

Lilia tickles Malleus, Silver, and Sebek every once in a while just to see them smile. Their laughter makes him feel warm inside.

Vil’s actually pretty ticklish, but he trained himself not to react to it. He’d rather die than burst out laughing during a pedicure or an outfit fitting.

When Floyd squeezes someone, depending on his mood, he’ll start tickling them too. He thinks it funny watching people wiggle like worms.

[ijustliketickling]

Sooo it's currently 6 AM where I live, but my mind decided I needed Lee!Jade as soon as possible, sooo uhhh... Here's a quick, kinda messy thing :3 I came to the conclusion that I could either give him a proper outfit or color him. Coloring is more fun, so a plain black shirt's gonna have to work loll

[fanfic-chan]

Squealing Santa 2025: Training Camp Shenanigans

(Switch!Leona/Switch!Epel/Ler!Ruggie)

Author's Note: Heya @lilaccfeathers! I was your secret santa this year, I saw the Spelldrive Trio™️ as one of your pairings and immediately jumped at the opportunity, I absolutely love getting to write for these three and I had a lot of fun! I also tried out a new way of shifting perspectives as well, and I think it turned out pretty ok all things considered.^^` I really hope you enjoy the fic, happy holidays! 💖 @squealing-santa

Summary: Leona oversleeps again at a Spelldrive training camp, as per usual, and Ruggie uses the opportunity to drag a certain apple loving freshman into trouble with him! Leona doesn't appreciate this very much.

Wordcount: 927

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"Uh, Ruggie-san? Are ya- err, are you certain this is a good idea?"

Epel couldn't help but to question his upperclassman, a hesitant frown of skepticism on his face as they both hovered over their sleeping Spelldrive Captain, who remained blissfully unaware of their presence for the time being.

When Ruggie had first come to him during training camp suggesting they mess with Leona the next morning, he couldn't deny that he'd been more than a little... Hesitant...

As much as he preferred Leona to Vil most of the time, that wasn't to say he was stupid enough to think that his Spelldrive Captain couldn't be just as, if not more temperamental than his own dorm leader at times.

He could actually be pretty scary too in his own right, just not in quite the same way...

Where Vil could most accurately be compared to an icy blizzard when he was mad, Leona was more akin to a raging flame of quiet anger. It would hardly be considered wise to test his patience... The last thing Epel would ever want to do would be to intentionally incite that blazing wrath upon himself.

Ruggie hardly seemed to share in these reservations, however...

"Aawww, don't tell me you're chickening out on me now? What's wrong, you scared? Shyehehe..." the second year taunted him, not seeming the least bit nervous over the potential consequences his little scheme might result in.

Either he was incredibly brave, or extremely stupid... Maybe both.

Why he'd even come up with this idea to begin with Epel had no idea. All he knew was that he'd been remarkably persistent in his efforts to get him to participate, and it was only after a significant amount of taunting and bothering that he agreed.

Sitting here now though, crouching in their shared tent at training camp, while actively planning to tickle their literal apex predator of a captain awake? He was really beginning to question whether he'd made the right decision...

He almost found himself tempted to back out, only to end up caving again anyway when Ruggie began to cluck at him teasingly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks as he whipped his head up to glare at him.

"Ok ok! Fine!!" He growled out, taking a swat at his snickering upperclassman that he unfortunately managed to dodge.

"Ugh! J-Just shut up will ya?! I ain't no chicken!!" He huffed. No one accused Epel Felmier of being a coward, and he never backed down from a challenge!

With this thought in mind, he firmly pushed aside the quiet voice in his head suggesting this was all a terrible idea... After all, what was the worse that could happen? Leona surely wouldn't be mad enough to actually hurt them right?

Probably...

~~

"Mmmggh..." Leona grumbled in his sleep, twitching a little at the annoying tingling feeling that disturbed his peaceful slumber.

It was still pretty early in the morning by his standards, and he'd been hoping to catch atleast a few more hours sleep before he'd inevitably be dragged out of bed by Ruggie or some other annoying juniors to run Spelldrive drills. It seemed that would not be the case, however.

As his mind reluctantly began to shift towards wakefulness, his body too became more aware, and it suddenly became a lot more apparent what had disturbed him to begin with...

"Wha?! Whahaha?!" He growled out a startled involuntary laugh as he blearily opened his eyes, and there hovering over him were Ruggie, because of course it would be him, and a little more surprisingly, Epel, the only somewhat tolerable person that dwelt within Pomefiore's halls.

"Wakey wakey Leona!" Ruggie snickered, sounding far too cheerful and mischievous this early in the morning, his grubby little hands squeezing up and down his sides, causing him to laugh against his will while Epel was a lot more unsure about it as he scribbled along the underside of one of his knees.

"Wahaha?! You lihihittle-?!" No doubt he'd been dragged into this little scheme by Ruggie, that much he was certain of, but that little fact was hardly going to earn him any kind of lenience, oh definitely not. As far as Leona was concerned?

They were both dead!

~~

In retrospect, Epel really should've listened to the voice in his head. This had, in fact, been a terrible idea from the beginning.

One minute, he'd been sitting next to his captain's knees and only just starting to get into the fun of tickling him when he heard his raucous laughter, and the next?

He found himself being roughly tugged off balance by one arm. Not by Leona, but by Ruggie, whom much to his insult and dismay was already darting out the tent flap after shoving him on top of their already ticked off upperclassman like some sort of human sacrifice.

"Thanks for being a good decoy Epel, have fun! Shyehehe!" He teased, turning tail completely and rezipping the tent, quite literally sealing poor Epel's fate just as Leona began to recover from the bony elbow that had struck him in the gut.

Oh no...

Epel laughed a little nervously as he scrambled to sit upright, bringing his hands up placatingly as he began to back away from the furious lion.

"W-Wait just a- aaAAH!! Aahahaha nohohOHO!! Leona-sahahahaan I'm sohohohorryyehe!!" As Leona finally pounced on him, and his own frantic laughter bega to fill the tent instead, he made a vow to himself right then and there;

He was going to make that scheming hyena pay too!

[tickle-me-pinka]

Hiii! Can we get lee!Azul and Ler!Floyd and Jade? :3

Ty!

ofc you can!! :p

i gotta be real honest with you, the wip of this drawing took more than 3 hours to make-

idk why, ig i was really struggling with this one lol???- ( ;´･ω･`)

but anyways, enjoy your fish boys!! (＾∀＾)

[golden-aceyyy]

𝙰 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚄𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚢

a/n: this is for you @tklpilled 🥹🥹🥹 the fic I mentioned from this post that has been in my drafts words: 1132 tags: @im-no-mechanic-but @anzynai +send an ask to be added!

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙞𝙘! 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡!

Riddle Rosehearts was having a terrible day.

Not the kind of terrible that could be fixed with a cup of tea or a properly organized schedule—no, this was the sort that stacked itself relentlessly, one offense after another, until even the smallest inconvenience felt like a personal attack on order itself. By the time he escaped the chaos and marched off toward a quieter part of campus, his face was already burning red, lips pressed thin in a way that promised someone was going to get written up for something.

He didn’t get far before trouble found him anyway.

“Well, well~ Goldfishie looks like he’s gonna explode.”

Riddle froze, dread pooling instantly as he turned to find Floyd Leech leaning against a tree like he’d been waiting there all along. The eel’s grin widened the moment their eyes met, sharp and mischievous, like he’d just discovered a new favorite toy.

“…What are you doing here?” Riddle snapped, already bristling. “You are not permitted near Heartslabyul, and—”

“Good thing we’re not there, huh?” Floyd cut in, pushing himself upright and strolling closer at an unhurried pace. His gaze flicked over Riddle’s expression, lingering on the flushed cheeks and tight shoulders. “Man, you’re really wound up. Did someone mess up your precious rules again?”

“That is none of your concern,” Riddle said stiffly, though his voice carried the brittle edge of someone one comment away from snapping. “I will handle it appropriately, as I always do.”

“Boooring,” Floyd sing-songed, stopping just within reach. He leaned in slightly, peering at Riddle’s face like he was inspecting something fascinating. “You look like you’re about to start yelling at a tree. Thought I’d help before that happens.”

“I do not—”

Riddle barely registered the shift before it happened.

One second, Floyd was just standing there. The next, his wrists were caught—easily, effortlessly—and he was yanked forward with a startled gasp, balance thrown completely off.

“F-Floyd—!”

“And now we fix it~”

The first touch hit his sides without warning.

Riddle jerked so sharply it nearly knocked him off his feet, a startled, high-pitched laugh bursting out before he could even think to stop it. His eyes flew wide, absolute betrayal flashing across his face as he twisted instinctively.

“Wha—! N-No—! St—stay back—!”

Floyd did not stay back.

“Ohhh, there it is,” he cooed, delighted, as his fingers pressed in again—this time more deliberately, kneading lightly into Riddle’s sides just above his waist. “That was quick. You’re super ticklish, huh?”

“I am not—! Ah—! F-Floyd, do not—!” The denial crumbled into a breathless laugh as Floyd’s fingers started moving, not just poking but scribbling, quick and unpredictable, dancing up along his ribs and then back down again before Riddle could even flinch away properly.

His composure shattered almost immediately.

“Stohohop—! Thihis is—! Hah—! This is inappropriate—!” Riddle tried to sound commanding, tried to keep that sharp authority in his voice, but it came out uneven and laced with helpless giggles that he couldn’t suppress.

Floyd only laughed, clearly encouraged.

“Aw, you’re all wiggly now,” he teased, tightening his hold just enough to keep Riddle from slipping away as his fingers dug lightly into the spaces between his ribs. “Where’d all that scary yelling go?”

“I—! I am n—! Ahaha—! I am perfectly capable—! Ngh—!” Riddle’s words broke apart into laughter again when Floyd abruptly switched tactics, one hand skittering higher to trace along his lower ribs while the other dipped back to his sides, alternating just fast enough to keep him guessing.

Riddle’s shoulders jerked, his head tipping back slightly as laughter spilled out in bright, uncontrollable bursts. “F-Floyd—! Thahahat tihihickles—! S-Stop—!”

“There we go, now you’re saying it,” Floyd said, sounding far too pleased with himself. “Kinda cute hearing you laugh like this, Goldfishie.”

“I am not—! Ah—! Cuhuhute—!” Riddle tried to twist away again, but Floyd simply adjusted, pulling him a fraction closer as his fingers slipped around toward the front of his ribs.

That was worse.

Riddle squeaked—actually squeaked—before dissolving into louder laughter, his attempts at restraint completely gone now as his hands uselessly pushed at Floyd’s arms. “N-Nohoho—! Not thehehere—! F-Floyd—!”

“Not here?” Floyd echoed, immediately zeroing in on the spot, fingers scribbling mercilessly along the sensitive area. “So here’s bad, huh?”

“YEHEHES! It’s—! Ahaha! It’s bahahad—!” Riddle’s voice pitched higher, laughter spilling out in rapid, breathless bursts as he curled in as much as Floyd’s hold allowed. His usual poise had completely unraveled, replaced by squirming and frantic, ineffective attempts to escape.

Floyd slowed for a moment—just a moment—dragging his fingers lightly up Riddle’s sides in a teasing, almost gentle motion.

Riddle sucked in a shaky breath, clearly hoping—praying—it was over.

Then Floyd wiggled his fingers right into the same spot again.

Riddle cackled.

There was no other word for it, the sound bursting out of him loud and unrestrained as his knees buckled slightly. “F-FLOHOHOYD—! Thahat’s—! Y-You—! Stohohohop!”

Floyd laughed along with him, clearly entertained by the reaction. “You’re way more fun like this than when you’re yelling about rules.”

“I—! I hahahate you—! Ngh—! I nohahah—!” The protest collapsed into helpless giggles again, Riddle’s face burning as he shook his head, completely at Floyd’s mercy.

Floyd kept going a little longer, switching between quick scribbles and slower, dragging touches that made Riddle squirm just as much from anticipation as from the actual tickling. Every time Riddle tried to catch his breath, Floyd would change pace again, keeping him teetering right on the edge of composure he couldn’t quite regain.

Eventually—eventually—the laughter softened, slipping into quieter, breathless giggles as Riddle’s resistance weakened into half-hearted pushes.

“F-Floyyd… plehehease…” he managed, voice thin and shaky, though there was less bite to it now, more exhausted than commanding.

Floyd paused, watching him for a second like he was deciding something.

Then, with a final light scrbble along his sides that made Riddle jolt and let out one last startled laugh, he pulled back completely.

Riddle immediately stumbled away, clutching at his sides as he tried to steady his breathing. His hair was a mess, his face still flushed, and every now and then a stray giggle slipped out despite his best efforts to suppress it.

“…You are unbelievable,” he said finally, though it came out weaker than intended.

Floyd just grinned, stretching like he hadn’t done anything unusual at all. “Yeah, but you’re not mad anymore.”

Riddle opened his mouth to argue and then hesitated.

Because… he wasn’t.

“…That does not justify your actions,” he said after a moment, trying—and only partially succeeding—to regain his usual composure.

“Uh-huh.” Floyd waved a hand dismissively, already turning away. “Whatever you say, Goldfishie~”

Riddle watched him go, irritation flickering briefly before fading into something quieter.

And though he would absolutely never admit it out loud…his mood was better.