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COMMISSIONS: open - 0 / 4.
HEADCANON REQ'S: always open.
ASKBOX : always open, but use good judgement.
hi! welcome to my blog, where you'll find an assortment of things all related to tickling. some of you might remember me from @ticklefits! i've decided to make a new tkl blog since it's been some years since i've been on my old one & wanted to archive it to start fresh again. i've missed this community! i now go by briar ( they / them ), living in illinois , i'm a writer, an artist ( at least i try to be ), & a laughter enthusiast - it really is the best medicine imo.
i'm an adult black nonbinary person, so there probably will be nsfw present here, but it will be tagged and/or under a read more, so pay attention to warnings! due to my age and personal comfort, i will not be mutuals or interact with anyone below the age of 21, but i prefer above 25. if you're interested, click the read more to see my prompt list, comm list, a mobile friendly q&a, & a masterlist of fandoms & ships that i enjoy making things for.
PROMPT LIST:
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COMM LIST:
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Q&A :
Q : will you post pictures of yourself / a specific body part ?
A : i may post selfies if i feel up to it, but otherwise, i wonât do it on random request. however, an exception may be like, i posted about getting a new piercing and someone wants to see it â then iâd have no problem showing!
Q : would you mind if i teased you / tickle - talked with you ?
A : i donât mind this if weâre friends or you ask me first & get consent from me to do so! but otherwise, please donât!
Q : how should i request a prompt / fic from you ?
A : politely and with detail as to what you want. just send me an ask or you can also IM me! but remember, giving me a vague prompt is a gateway into me possibly giving you something you werenât really looking for, so be specific!
Q : is there anything you absolutely will or will not write ?
A : i will NOT write any of the following :
s*xual *ssault / noncon / dubcon
incest / pedophilia
parents tickling children / really anything having to do with young
children ( below the age of 16 ) at all
excessive age gaps ( anything over 10 yrs )
i WILL write :
smut / fetishes .
gore, blood, violence, ect .
almost any genre, including but not limited to : angst, fluff, hurt,
comfort, comedy, romance, combinations of genres.
potentially anything else not on the will not write list, just talk to me about it.
Q : does the prompt / fic request have to be within the fandoms you have listed ?
A : yes it does! those are the fandoms that iâm comfortable writing from. however , iâm not wholly opposed to writing outside of my comfort zone, but will only do that for commissions of a certain cost.
preferred fandoms & ships :
requests are not exclusive to these ships & fandoms but commissioning me is the easiest guarantee that i will write outside of whatâs listed here. any ship with this heart ⥠symbol next to it means itâs one of my top tier faves & iâm almost always willing to write it.Â
hazbin hotel : husk / angel dust ⥠| vaggie / charlie | vox / alastor | emily / vaggie / charlie | vox / valentino
dispatch : robert / blonde blazer | robert / flambae | robert / waterboy |
k-pop demon hunters : poly huntrix ⥠| rumi / jinu | poly huntrix + jinu | poly saja boys
all for the game series : neil / andrew ⥠| kevin / andrew | kevin /neil | jean / jeremy âĄ
the hunger games : katniss / peeta ⥠| finnick / annie âĄÂ
voltron legendary defenders : keith / lance ⥠| hunk / lance | shiro / adam ⥠| keith / allura | lance / alluraÂ
marvel : wade wilson / peter parker ⥠| gambit / rogue ⥠| wade wilson / logan howlett | bucky / sam ⥠| steve / bucky | peter parker / mj | peter parker / harry | marc spector / peter parker ⥠| tandy bowen / tyrone johnson | tony / emma | tony / steve | venom / eddie âĄ
the adventure zone : kravtiz / taako ⥠| magnus / taako âĄ
sk8 the infinity : langa / reki âĄ
final fantasy xv : noctis / prompto ⥠| notics / lunafreya | ignis / gladio ⥠| gladio / prompto ⥠| ignis / noctis
final fantasy vii : cloud / tifa ⥠| cloud / aerith | vincent / cloud | tifa / aerith | zack / cloud ⥠| cloud / leslie âĄ
do you have a specific prompt list you would want people to pick from?
i do not! i do have a q&a on my pinned post of things i will not write or have to be paid to write, but you can pretty much ask for whatever! the worst thing i could do is say i can't write it <3 i will reblog some prompts and add a prompt tag into my pinned post as well!
watched the amazing digital circus yesterday with my partner and i need jax destroyed. i need him breathless and hysterical on the floor. i need him losing his ever loving mind with laughter and overwhelmed with sensation
So I've reblogged heaps of these lists before and I've made some themed ones (e.g. TickleTober, Christmas, etc) BUT I've never made just a regular one and I feel like it's time so HERE WE GO!
(also I'm putting it under the cut so it's not a gigantic post on people's dashes/blogs ^^)
"I'm coming to gettttt youuuuuu!"
"Not ticklish, huh?"
"Well this is new..."
"Not so quiet any more huh?"
"When I get my hands on you..."
"Just go already!"
"How is it mean if you're having fun?"
"Ooh! Bad spot!"
"Finally, a game I can actually win"
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Stop what? This?"
"Struggle all you want, there's no getting away this time."
"Do you really do this every time you get tickled?"
"I knew you were ticklish... I didn't think it was this bad!"
"Oh you're so screwed"
"Ok that's just adorable"
"What do you mean 'wait'? You asked for this!"
"This really gets to you, huh..."
"What, does it tickle that badly?"
"Relax, it's just tickling!"
"We're meant to be ___!"
"Begging? I thought that was beneath you..."
"I had no idea..."
"Oh please, we both know this is what you wanted all along..."
Another black trans woman who I know personally was just arrested for self defense after a white cis man attacked her and yet I donât see the âcommunityâ rallying for her.
If you want to actually be a useful ally donate to her cashapp: $badwitch85
âhow to recognize AI in fanficâ â hey so this is another not-gentle reminder that AI stole from us. itâs using OUR words and OUR sentences and OUR styles.
writing âlongâ paragraphs is not a sign of AI â itâs a common narrative choice many writers make both in fanfiction and in traditionally published novels, and AI stole it from us.
using an em dash is not a sign of AI. itâs a stylistic sentence choice thatâs been an option in place of commas and semicolons for a very long time, and AI stole it from us.
long sentence structures are not a sign of AI, but are yet another stylistic choice writers often make to create a cadence and tone that mimics the flow of poetry, and AI stole it from us.
âYA narrative breaksâ? i donât even know what the fuck this means, but i can guarantee that AI stole it from us.
italics are once again a stylistic choice that many writers love to use to create emphasis, and itâs a more stylistically acceptable and traditional form of emphasis than bold or underline text. oh, and just to be extra clear: AI STOLE IT FROM US.
stop creating fandom witch hunts over AI when you know fuck all about what it means to sit and write a story, and to spend hours fiddling with sentence structure and dialogue to get the exact right tone. writers will stop writing out of fear that their work âsounds like AIâ â IT DOESNT! AI STOLE FROM US! AI SOUNDS LIKE US! â and after a while, all that will be available on AO3 is shitty AI-generated fanfiction.
because yeah, people are going to continue to use AI to write fanfiction whether you âcall them outâ or not. but making a laughable thread on X that uses asinine criteria is not going to fix that problem. it will just push the real writers out because people will accuse them of using AI when they havenât, and they will (rightfully) stop writing for spaces that attack them.
the list of things that kirishima loved about katsuki bakugou could wrap around the entirety of the planet twice and then some. from the surprise he gets when he runs his hand through ashen blond spikes expecting something other than soft and silkiness , to the way his pupils dilate in those crimson eyes when he's got a strong opponent in front of him. kirishima has his biases though; he loves all of the variations of his smile. his murderous grins in the middle of a battle. his wobbly smirks when he bites back laughter over one of those damn extras saying something funny. then there's the smiles that are a privilege for kirishima alone - the ones that are soft, sweet, loving , barely there unless kirishima does or say something to make it more prominent.
they've got the common room to themselves for the time being, the TV drolling on in the background. bakugou's situated between the open space of his legs, back to kirishima's chest, arms coiled lazily around his stomach, and the redhead can't help but give his boyfriend a little squeeze. there's small grunt in response, bakugou shifting some in his position until he relaxes again with the slightest nuzzle into kirishima as he does. the redhead's lips pull into a grin, and he sighs gently through his nostrils, amused at the fact that the smallest things from bakugou can jumpstart his heart. it's always the small things that catch him off guard, because bakugou is such a loud and dominant presence, but when you're allowed to see those moments of delicacy, those moments of simplicity where the blond can simply be, it's wholly different experience to his usual. kirishima is honored to be the one bakugou chose to share those moments with.
so kirishima takes advantage of this tender space they've crafted and let's his heart run with kisses from the back of his bakugou's head down to the shell of his ear. his stomach twists in the best way when he feels bakugou squirm a little bit against his chest. he hears him huff a breath and bakugou, who's glancing at him from his peripheral, frowns softly, attempting to will away the flush of pink that dares to heat his cheeks.
" oi , kirishima, we're not in our rooms dumbass."
"but we are alone."
"yeah, but who knows for how long."
"don't worry - someone comes in, we stop immediately and go to either of our rooms. no biggie."
"mm.." bakugou hums in response, not in the mood to continue arguing, not when his skin's buzzing from where kirishima's lips had touched down and he's missing the feeling. he'd much rather give in this time. "we get caught, it's on your ass."
"noted." kirishima chuckles, taking that as his cue to continue and placing his lips right back where they belong. he returns to his trail of kisses along the shell of bakugou's ear, relishing in the way he shifts again with a small sigh so gentle that kirishima nearly misses it. he only presses closer, the limbs snaked around bakugouâs waist tightening slightly, enough to exude that softhearted possessiveness that drives bakugou just a little bit crazy.Â
itâs when the blond feels his boyfriendâs lips mosey down the tender surface of his neck , down to a spot below the ear , right between the back & side of it, that bakugou settles a hand over kirishimaâs arm and squeezes it, biting back the squeak that almost forced itself past the tight line of his mouth. kirishima shifts a bit, but his ministrations continue, remaining in the same area. those sweet - tempered kisses are a killer on this particular spot, evidenced by the way bakugouâs gritting his teeth together and squirming lightly against the otherâs hold.Â
the redhead notices the changes in bakugouâs demeanor, but before he can even lift his head to inquire whatâs wrong, he catches a glimpse of the wobbly grin that bakugou is so obviously fighting, along with his cheeks pooling with petal pink warmth and a glare shooting from his eyes that kirishima is well acquainted with.Â
âst ⯠stop kissing me there, it âŻâŻâ he grumbles, knowing damn well that the way he cut himself off is all the information kirishima needs to decipher his predicament.Â
the grin that blossoms upon kirishimaâs lips flips bakugouâs stomach, and suddenly the arms coiled around his waist have gained motion again; yeah, heâs screwed.Â
âit what?â kirishima asks in a tone much too saccharine, much too sing - song, âdoes it tickle ?â
bakugou growls, as if his current disposition wasnât enough to override any sort of intimidation he assumed he could draw from.Â
âshut the hell up, iâm not âŻâŻâ
ânot ticklish ?âÂ
bakugou can only see some of kirishima due to sitting against him, but the way his boyfriendâs grin grows into something sharper, a little more smug, has his fight or flight response activating. unfortunately, he isnât exactly able to do either, not with the way kirishimaâs got him in a hold and has a goddamn quirk that was basically made to counteract his own.Â
âbecause, i donât think thatâs true, katsuki.â kirishima goes on, savoring the biting intake of breath from the boy in his arms when he speaks his first name. he rehomes his hands on bakugouâs sides and just leaves them there, unmoving, but bakugou is so fucking aware of them. âyouâre not a liar right? you never lie. so if youâre someone who never lies, then youâve definitely gotta be ticklish.â
heâs going to kill him. all of those empty threats of murder have been leading up to this situation, bakugouâs certain of it. except, his mind and his body arenât synced up, and the last thing he could ever want at this moment is for kirishima to stop.Â
âoh my godâŻâŻ shut up and let me go, you dumbass.â bakugou snarls with no bite, and to his surprise, kirishimaâs hands loosen their grip and thereâs an immediate spark of panic within the pit of the blondâs stomach.
âsure, if thatâs what you want.â kirishimaâs voice is lower than prior, above a whisper but barely, and cocky enough to piss bakugou right off. that self - satisfaction is duly justified however, when bakugou nearly slaps his hands over his boyfriendâs to maintain their place.Â
âi .. justâŻâŻ ugh, do whatever you want, itâs not that big of a damn deal..â he absolutely refuses to glance through his peripheral at kirishima, whoâs grinning from ear to goddamn ear and beaming with a fresh brilliance like heâd just stolen light from the sun.Â
âbaby, you are SO cute,â the glee in his voice is palpable and hits bakugou like a semi - truck, all adoration and compassion etched into each syllable, âtelling me i can do what i want, arenât you sweet? well, what i wanna do is tickle you. i wanna hear my favorite sound in the whole world.âÂ
nevermind, it seems like kirishima is hellbent on killing bakugou this time around. thereâs no way his complexion could heat up any redder than it is, heâs already squirming just from the otherâs words and the hands have returned to his sides but have yet to move again, and god , kirishima knows exactly what heâs doing.Â
âyouâŻâŻ just..! shut UP and do it alreheHEHEHADY!â the fingers settled on him start scribbling at the same time he barks his demand, which results in it dying off into startled giggles from the explosive youth. kirishimaâs heart flutters in his chest, the grin he wears softening up in an instant.
âhm.. where was that spot again? oh!â kirishima moves to nestle his lips back against bakugouâs neck, in that same sensitive area heâd discovered earlier, and covers it in butterfly kisses.Â
âAHAâŻâŻ! waHAhait! shihihihit, nahahat theHEHEre!â bakugou doesnât have the spoons to oppose the second squeak that rips from between his lips, his hands gripping onto kirishimaâs forearms for grounding, lest his palms start to crackle and pop.
ânot there? not where? not here?â the redhead leans in close once more, sucks in a breath that bakugou can feel from his diaphragm, and before he can shout words of protest, the damage is already done. the raspberry blown against his skin is a straight shock of ticklishness that has bakugou reeling, wiggling in his boyfriendâs grasp like an unearthed worm in a halfhearted attempt to escape.
âfUHUHCKâŻâŻ NOHOHOâŻ! kihiHIHIRISHIMAHAHA, staHAHAP!â his giggly commands fall on deaf ears as the other blows not one, but three more stupid little raspberries into that new little spot below his ear, one after the other.Â
kirishima relishes in the way his boyfriendâs laughter heightens in volume and pitch, the wide smile plastered across his face bright, carefree, and seems so uncharacteristic for someone like him. again, kirishima thinks back on the fact that heâs been granted bakugouâs trust and favor; he wouldnât willingly allow anyone else to see himself like this, much less be the very cause of it. it makes his heart sing and swell with love, his eyes shining of it.Â
as if on some untimely cue, the sound of the dormitory doors swinging open catches both students off guard and it takes a matter of a moments for them to untangle from one another and scoot an appropriate distance away, acting as though theyâd been merely watching television.Â
kirishima greets the small group of kaminari, ashido, and sero as they enter the common room from the hallway, whereas bakugou merely grumbles, forcing the color from his cheeks and ears to dissipate before one of the others noticed. kirishima stands up from his seat on the couch then, subtly motioning for bakugou to do the same. he fakes a yawn and reaches for the ceiling, pretending to be tired as a means to excuse himself and bakugou. the group bids them both a good nap, with ashido reminding them that dinner will be soon. on a genuine thanks, kirishima bounds to the elevator with bakugou hot on his heels.Â
all he does is toss a knowing grin in bakugouâs direction, and catches that slight shiver upon his shoulders, but feels goosebumps prickle up his arms when those pretty crimson eyes stare back into his own with a glaze of impishness. now that heâs free to make a move and theyâre on their way to the privacy of a bedroom, bakugou isnât going to let kirishima off the hook that easily. itâs time for a little revenge .Â
Gang tickled by lers but they each have a secret objective (making you snort, getting a certain phrase out of you, making your toes curl) they have to achieve and the first one to do it gets you for themself for 10 minutes before the gang tickling starts again and they're assigned a new task.
do you think neil, delirious from blood loss, sleep deprivation, and brainwashing, ever saw the three on jeans jersey while in the nest and called out for andrew
