i think part of the reason i love tickling is because it’s simultaneously gentle and destructive. as someone with c!ptsd, pain inflicted by others is something that terrifies me, but god, do i love feeling helpless. i love powerplay.
tickling offers a way to participate in BDSM without pain. it’s often the gentle touches that are most effective. a good ler is observant of their lee & careful to note reactions—while this helps them learn which spots are most sensitive (& how to adequately destroy their lee), it also encourages consideration of their wellness.
my brain is always in such a dark, tumultuous, & dissociated state. ohhh to be grounded into my body with the physical sensation…. ohhhh to rewire my brain into laughter & silliness when all i usually want to do is rot…. it’s very alluring. physical affection & connection while being completely at the mercy of someone else who wants to make me laugh instead of hurt me?!?
Summary: Patroclus cheats in a race with Achilles, and Achilles teaches him a lesson. (I finished The Song of Achilles in a few hours. I would highly recommend it. Anyway, here’s a thing. Once again, blame @nhasablog for corrupting me.)
“Patroclus, c'mon-” Achilles sounded exasperated, but his face showed his amusement.
“One more time?” Patroclus asked. “I bet I could beat you if I really tried.”
Of course, Achilles was not going to turnt down the challenge. “Oh, really?”
Patroclus nodded.
“Fine. To the tree and back.”
On the count of three, both boys took off towards the tree, and Achilles quickly made his way ahead of Patroclus, as per usual.
Summary: Achilles has always been stubborn and prideful. Patroclus sees an opportunity to make the best of the Greeks give in, and takes it happily. (I just re-read this book the other day and was struck with the urge to write a fic for it. I know I haven't written in a while, and I haven't written for this fandom in years, so please be gentle, lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!)
Achilles is stubborn.
Patroclus knows this, has always known this, because he has never known Achilles to be anything but stubborn. For a child with such a weight on his shoulders, a prophecy on his head, the blood of the gods running through his veins — well, who can blame him?
If Achilles sets his mind to something, he will do it. Whether that be mastering the use of a spear, juggling figs, playing the lyre, or breaking through all of Patroclus’s walls, Achilles will do it, can do it.
It’s normally a positive trait, that determination. But in a young boy, it can get annoying quite fast. And Patroclus never usually finds Achilles annoying: He’s in awe of him, smitten by him, happily attached to his hip. But Patroclus is only human, after all, and there is only so much teasing one boy can take before he has to seek some sort of revenge.
Achilles has known that Patroclus is ticklish for years, one of the early discoveries that had brought them closer together. However, in all that time, Patroclus has never gotten the upper hand on Achilles, which is just entirely unfair.
“I’m not ticklish,” Achilles had said. It was a sunny afternoon on the grounds of his father’s palace. “I never have been, even when I was small.”
Patroclus bites back the urge to argue that he is still quite small. “Everyone says they aren’t ticklish, to stop others from trying.”
“You didn’t lie,” Achilles replied with a smirk.
Patroclus felt his face flush. “I knew you would try anyway. Lying would have done me no good.”
“I guess that’s true. Well, you don’t have to bother trying. I’ll just get you back twice as bad.”
What should have been a threat had not deterred him in the slightest, though, and Patroclus had tears of mirth streaked down his face within minutes.
It didn’t stop him from trying again, but Achilles was always one step ahead. He always saw it coming, and always grabbed at the offending hands before they even made contact, and smirked before pinning Patroclus to the grass or the mattress and tickling him half to tears for daring to try and tickle the best of the Greeks.
However, here, in Chiron’s cave, the morning is quiet and still. The centaur is off fetching something to fix a meal, and Achilles is asleep beside Patroclus, unclothed and lying in a particularly vulnerable position, one arm tucked beneath his head of golden hair. Patroclus isn’t sure what compels him to do it then, to ruin the peaceful moment, or why tickling Achilles is even at the forefront of his mind: They’re older now, and this is surely something childish, but the chance to startle a laugh from the other boy has never felt stronger.
Patroclus cuddles close to his side, stroking the hair from his face. Achilles barely stirs, only gives a pleasant hum in his sleep. It’s probably cruel to pull him from such a peaceful slumber, but he doesn’t care. How many mornings had Achilles jumped onto his bed at sunrise, pushing bony knees into his sides and shaking his shoulders, pressing their faces close and loudly announcing the break of a new day?
Maybe Achilles deserves a morning of ruined rest, too.
Patroclus doesn’t quite know where to start. In the past, he’s always tried the obvious places: Stomach, sides, feet. Achilles has never reacted in the expected ways, never cracking a smile or squirming away. Perhaps there’s another spot he can try?
His hand still lingers by Achilles’ face, and he brings it slowly towards his collarbone, his touch featherlight as it traces the curve there before moving up to stroke the side of his neck.
He’s surprised when Achilles twitches in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his shoulder shrugging upwards. This only encourages him further, bringing his other hand to Achilles’ ribs and repeating the same motion.
Achilles makes a noise somewhere between a giggle and a groan as he seems to slowly awaken, his arms lazily moving to push at Patroclus. He rolls over onto his side and tugs the sheet, trying to cover his body, but Patroclus pushes it away and scoots closer, throwing an arm over his waist and pulling his back flush against his own chest.
“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish,” he mutters in Achilles’ ear, making sure his lips brush against the shell of it.
Achilles shivers. “No one but you has ever really tried.”
“So, you admit it then? You are ticklish?” Patroclus asks, grinning. He’s tickling his belly with both hands now, hugging him around his middle so he can’t squirm away. Even with all his strength and stamina, Achilles is still tired and caught off guard, and his body is weak to resist as the soft laughter comes in waves.
Still, he says, “I don’t admit anything.” The sentence carries much less weight when it’s said between laughs, though.
Patroclus shouldn’t be surprised by this. Like he’s said, Achilles is stubborn. For someone who says he hates to lie, he omits the truth and dances around topics like this, to uphold both his integrity and his dignity. It’s quite endearing to watch, honestly.
Patroclus chuckles. “Of course you don’t,” he says.
In an obvious attempt to distract him from the tickling, Achilles flips over and presses their lips together, and Patroclus can’t help but kiss back. However, he’s not going to give in so easily.
He runs his fingers along Achilles’ lower back, up his spine, over his shoulder blades, the touch light and teasing, and he feels goosebumps rising over the skin. While soft touches like this usually tickle Patroclus, he knows Achilles will find them soothing, even sensual. Luring him into a false sense of security will help him regain that element of surprise.
It’s funny, how strategically Patroclus is thinking about something so obsolete. He plans like a war general whose enemy is the ego of his lover, and his attack is to send a fleet of tickling fingers to his weakest spots.
As they kiss, Patroclus grabs onto Achilles’ sides and squeezes them roughly, and a startled laugh falls from the half-god’s lips, his body shrinking away.
“Admit that you’re ticklish,” Patroclus says in a voice so unlike his usual tone, deeper and more commanding. There’s still plenty of mischief dancing behind it, though.
“Never,” Achilles grits out.
“Then I’ll never stop,” he replies. He figures there are worse things to fill his days with. Touching Achilles, hearing his laughter. It would be a quite fulfilling existence if you asked him.
He explores bits of sensitive flesh, but no spot seems to get a greater reaction than the crease where his thighs meet the sacred place between his legs. Pressing the pads of his fingers there actually makes Achilles whimper, and the sound is dizzying.
“Okay, okay,” he finally pants. “I’m ticklish!”
Patroclus stops instantly, rewarding Achilles for his good behavior. He presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, pushes back that golden hair once again.
“That’s what I thought.”
Breathless but smiling helplessly, Achilles nudges him in the ribs with his elbow. It’s rare to see him admit defeat, but it’s a beautiful sight. His flushed skin, his laughter lines.
Stubborn is an accurate way to describe Achilles, yes, but Patroclus will always mention his beauty first. Heroes are usually remembered for their fatal flaw, but Patroclus will always know him for the good things: The golden hair that cascades down his back like a waterfall. His determination, his resilience, his kindness. His laughter. The fact that even with godly blood in his veins, Achilles is just a boy, who juggles figs and is ticklish.
This, and this, and this. The good, the beautiful things.
One of my fav tword things is a fancy or composed character getting Got and the moments of realization at the beginning where they’re still sorta keeping their high-class composure. Like sudden bursts of giggles with an “oh dear” or a “goodness” thrown in as they’re trying to figure out what’s going on. And then eventually they hit That Spot™️ and any chance of professionalism is completely lost.
And also, seeing a person in a fancy suit or dress getting mercilessly tickled is something I find INCREDIBLY attractive. Something about the contrast between the act they’re putting on and it getting absolutely shattered when someone (or something) figures out where they’re most sensitive.
3 years on Tumblr celebration. It was a tie between tickles and hero/villain stuff, so I did both. Hope you like it!
Villain laughed as they had Hero trapped on a surgical table. "I finally have you! Now, tell me all the secrets of the Hero's League!"
"No," Hero said, eyes ignited with anger. "You can't do anything to make me talk!"
Villain laughed cruelly. "You won't be saying that after this little infusion of truth serum works its magic!" Hero braced themselves for their nose to be pinched or a needle to end up in their arm, but instead a purple sticker was slapped onto their forearm.
Hero raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Allow my superior intellect to explain it to you," Villain crowed. "The truth serum is absorbed into the skin through the patch over the course of an hour. Have fun feeling your ability to lie leave your body! I'll be back later!" The villain laughed as they left Hero to ponder their fate.
When they came back, Hero was still defiant, but scared. "You're not getting anything out of me, Villain!" Hero stammered.
"Oh, I believe I can." Villain strolled up to the captive Hero in front of them. "Where do they keep their personal documents?"
"I don't know," Hero said, cursing under their breath. The truth patch really worked.
"If it wasn't for the truth serum, I wouldn't believe you," Villain said, poking Hero in the stomach. Hero whimpered. "What was that?"
"It tickled," Hero said. "I wish I hadn't had to say that."
"Oh, really?" Villain asked, gears whirring. "How many ticklish spots do you have? And which is the worst?"
"I am ticklish on my stomach, ribs, hips, pits, spine and feet. They are equally terrible and I am exceptionally susceptible to being teased."
"Wonderful." Villain grinned as Hero squirmed futilely. "Would this count as an effective interrogation technique?"
"Absolutely. I once bribed someone to stop tickling me once," Hero said.
Villain produced a long pink feather. "Good."
Screams of laughter echoed through the walls of the lair. Right Hand sighed. "I hear Villain's torturing another one of the little heroes again," Right Hand grumbled.
"Oh!" Villain exclaimed. "So Villain's the one laughing as he inflicts pain onto heroes! Now I get it!"
"No, Hero is laughing. A lot of the heroes are ticklish," Right Hand said.
"PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOP SINGIHIHIHIHIHING THE SOHOHOHOHOHONG! IT MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKES THIHIHINGS WOHOHOHOHOHOHORSE!" Hero begged.
pervert bdsm-themed supervillain whos always making elaborate robotic bondage gear and firing erotic hypnosis beams at the entire metropolitan area finally getting captured and defeated and tied up in one of their own contraptions by the hero team who stands around and debates for a bit what the perfect punishment is... too majority-pacifist to consider anything worse than keeping the straps around their limbs, talking amongst themselves and poking experimentally at their torso until they squeak - which the entire group can agree is fitting, is non-violent and humiliating, provoking a frantic and red-faced confession of their ticklishness and then desperate, howling laughter, squirming and pleading and embarrassing themself in front of the naive little paragons they were just monologuing to. utterly defeated by something as small and silly as a bit of tickling, screaming themself hoarse from only a dozen sets of hands exploring their body with greedy, vengeful intent.
i just love it when people try to talk through their laughter. ♡ “oh my gohohod!” “nohoho!” “plehehehehease!” “stohohop ihihihiiiit!” “my rihihibs!” “i cahahahan’t!”
i’m struggling to understand what you’re saying through your laughter, you ticklish little thing! can you say that again for me? (..◜ᴗ◝..)
absolutely feral about the idea of kneeling on their arms above their head and tickling their armpits while they kick their legs and twist their body and squeal "okayokayokay"
Yes I love tickling people but not in a "haha I'm so evil I love how much this bothers you mwahaha" way but in a "OMG EEHEHEHEE I LOVE YOU WE ARE FRIENDS YOU ARE SO CUTE I WANT TO MAKE YOU SMILE AND HAVE FUN EEHEHEHE" way.
Greetings, tickle community, we meet once again with a new hiperfixation I need to share with the world :D
I present to you...
Bloodmoney! A pretty recent clicker type of game with some really nice history, art and voice acting. I AM OBSESSED with this game and its protagonist...
I saw that nobody in the tickle community has noticed this game yet, but I have the feeling that they might like it, specially because... Oh boy, tickling does actually play an important role here, at least for the good ending of the game.
So, I thought about doing a few SFW tickle headcanons about Harvey Harvington, both lee and ler! Because this man deserved better.
Just warning that if you don't feel comfortable with this type of content, it's completely fine! Everyone has their own things, you can always slide past this blog with no problems ^^
Without further ado, let's begin!
Content Warning: SFW Tickling, Spoilers of the game.
Lee ~.*✨
💸💖 — This man is about 80% lee, I can asure you that.
💸💖 — He is practically a walking tickle spot, but his most lethal ones are his underarms, neck and tummy.
💸💖 — Chat, hear me out on this one... ✨Ticklish palms✨
💸💖 — He is the type of lee to use inverse psychollogy to keep his ler tickling him.
“A-Aahahahah! Wait, wait! Stahahahap it!”
(If he says this, don't stop.)
“AHAHSUDUFJSI- *COUGH COUGH CO-*”
(If he does this, STOP. Learn your signs, keep your lee safe, get a safeword.)
💸💖 — Talking about safewords, I feel like his would be something sweet-related, such as "cupcake" or "vanilla".
💸💖 — Oh and the lee moods... OUGH, the lee moods.
💸💖 — Harvey has the hardest times on his lee moods, specially if he's working but no one's around the booth.
💸💖 — Sometimes tries to slide the feather across his palms or neck when he's working alone to feel even a tiniest bit of ticklish sensation.
💸💖 — Poor guy, he's so desperate </3
💸💖 — At his worst, it's pretty noticeable even for the customers. Like, my guy would even give you a 50% off only so you can buy the feather faster and then be like:
“Oh, what's that you bought? A feather? Well, we might aswell test it out! After all, it only cost you 50 dollars with my super special discount for being the 5000th customer!”
(He's fully and completely aware that you're not the 5000th customer, but please do pretend you are and take the discount for him.)
💸💖 — However, if his lee mood takes at home, he can always ask Eun-mi to help him out.
💸💖 — BUT HE WILL GET SOOOOO FLUSTERED AND HIS WIFE WOULD TEASE THE FUCK OUT OF HIM FOR IT-
💸💖 — The classical “What was that? What's that you want me to do?” conversation is something they have regularly in these lee moods.
“Honey, please... I need you to... *Wiggles fingers* You know...?”
“Hmm? No, I don't know. What is what you want?”
“You know!... The... The t... The t-word?”
“... Say the word and MAYBE I'll do it.”
“Come on Eun-mi, don't make me say that!”
*✨Cutely ignoring her husband✨*
“... F-Fine... I want... T... Tickles...”
“Sorry, I couldn't quite hear you. Could you please repeat that?”
“Eun-miiiii!...”
💸💖 — ↑↑↑ This above also works for the ppl who ship themselves with him. Know that if you tease him, he's gonna get as red as a tomato and beg you for tickles in the most desperate pathetic way possible/aff (pretty much dying of fluster in the process-)
-Att. A fellow selfshipper.
💸💖 — Btw, this man... This guy right here, he has an EXTREMELY HIGH endurance to tickles.
💸💖 — We can't just ignore the fact that the only way to get the good ending of the game is by spending at least more than 30 minutes clicking on him (with the feather). Last gameplay I saw took like 50 minutes to reach 25K dollars using the feather.
💸💖 — And this man didn't even complain once in all that time, in fact, he encourages the customer to keep going.
💸💖 — He always loves a good aftercare too, bring him a water bottle and a brush. He's gotta comb that swirl on his hair after this one got messy from his squirming!
💸💖 — Bonus points if you do his hair for him and then you two chill out toghether.
Ler~.*✨
💸💖 — The other 20% of himself is pure ler energy
💸💖 — He is surprisingly gentle as a ler, will mostly use his own hands to tickle, maybe a feather or a paint brush if he's feeling eager.
💸💖 — He doesn't really tease much, he prefears complimenting his lee's laughter and reactions.
“Aww! Was that a squeal? That's so cute, buddy!”
“Ah, music to my ears. Perhaps I can make your laugher a little stronger if I tickle over here!”
💸💖 — You can bet he also likes doing the “Coochie Coochie coo~!” thingy. If it works for him, of course it has to work on his lee!
💸💖 — Oh, but make him have a real reason to tickle you and you'll be DOOMED.
💸💖 — This man can switch from softie pretty little boy to an absolutely MEAN teasy menace.
💸💖 — This specially happens if you tease him enough, also if you already had pulled a surprise attack on him, like, a veeeeery strong one.
💸💖 — He is not usually a man of revenge, but he'll get your ass good for that.
💸💖 — And by that I mean he will purposely search for any weak spots his lee may have to attack them in various ways.
💸💖 — If the lee's weak spot is their ribs, he will count every single one of them and start over the more his lee squirms.
💸💖 —If they have their weak spot on their tummy, he'll blow raspberries on it, and so on.
💸💖 — And you better hope there are no other tickle tools around this man, if there are... Well, shit.
💸💖 — Remember how I said he usually doesn't tease? Well, in these cases, he does it. A lot. He will make sure to fluster his lee as much as possible.
“You thought you could pull such an attack on me without having any consecuences? Well, you were wrong! Now let's see how it feels to have the tables turned against you.”
“Huh, how curious. You were acting quite bratty before for someone who is THIS ticklish.”
“Oh? I'm sorry, what did you say? I can't hear you if you keep squealing like that. Can you speak more clear to me?”
💸💖 — It's pretty hard to get him to curse in his teasing tho.
💸💖 — Is confirmed that he even considers the word "crap" a swear word normally. You would reeeeally have to pull an exhausting amount of effort to get him so pissed for him to swear, even more to insult you, even affectionately. He just can't bring himself to say anything remotely harmful to anyone who didn't harmed him in the first place.
💸💖 — Despite all of this, in either cases, he is the sweetest when it comes to aftercare.
💸💖 — He will make sure his lee is hydrated and doing ok after all of that. He will even get some food and/or comfy blankets for them if necessary.
💸💖 — Would be the kind of guy to play with his lee's hair or massage their shoulders to make them feel comfortable, all the while he reasures them that they did good taking his tickle attack.
And that's about it!
[EDIT: Cuz I just came up with another headcanon]
💸💖 — You know those naturally long lashes he has? Yeah? Well, he can and will give butterfly kisses affectionately.
I just wanted to write something wholesome and cute about Harvey considering how much the poor guy suffers in-game </3
Hey guys, since you seemed very interested in my copy of Bloodmoney, I decided to keep posting and documenting about it, so...
More weird stuff going on in my Bloodmoney copy ig?? (Part 2)
[CW: Tickle art ahead]
So, you remember how last time I showed some of the new items in the shop? Well, apparently I forgot about one of them that you get almost at the end of the game
Also, I forgot to mention that the bad ending is replaced with a different one in my copy. I tried to screenshot everything I could so yall can understand
Last time I only showed this frame, this is the one you get after attacking him with the claws for a while. He basically jumps at you and attempts to tickle you back, but you can click several times to fight back. This is what happens if you click enough times
Yeaaaaah, basically we tickle him back
Here I forgot to screenshot some of the dialogue (Stupid me >_<) but here's everything else I got. This is when I finally purchased the raspberry
At one point, if you keep clicking, he will eventually give you all the money in his booth
Nah, don't think so lol
After this, we get the main ending
Apparently, this is the equivalent of the Bad Ending in the game, which is now called Tickler Ending and it doesn't seem to kill Harvey in any way
Also, the credits jumpscare is very different, it can't be even considered a jumpscare. I actually got this one on video
Also, I ripped out the "screamer" illustration from the game files, for anyone interested
Idk, I just thought it would be quite interesting to share this ending here. My Bloodmoney copy is pretty much gore-free so none of the endings will have Harvey bleeding or suffering
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