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@ticklishavian
~INTRODUCTION POST~ (In the process of renovation-)
Welcome to the Roleplay Blog!
This is a SFW tickle RP blog for C!Philza from the DreamSMP! Created by @totallynotbat
Not impersonating Philza!
Yes, I am in the tickle community, no like, block me. DNI if you are NSFW, just like my main I am a SFW blog.
Not a Kink blog! Just something to hang out with friends with!
Never actually done a RP blog before- this is where the fun begins-
Main: @totallynotbat
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a concept: tummy kisses, but the ler holds the lee’s hands, intertwining their fingers so that they can’t bat them away. they’re just forced to lay there and take it, giggling and squirming whenever they hit a bad spot
Helllo Quackity! I’ve been sent to bully you!
Well, sent in quotes
I would’ve bullied you without being ask
Anyways, you— You suck.
(@wilblee-soot)
Ah, you again
You know what really sucks? You :]
@wilblee-soot
Yeah sure, whatever quackalee
I’m here to challenge you to a game, anyways.
A nice little game of Uno. Specifically the kind where you flip over the little cards to change to a different deck.
Why? Because fuck you that’s why
Plus I’d love to brag and hold my victory over your head for the rest of your life
Okay, if you want to do that, that’s fine, Wilblee
Oh I’m always down for a challenge but Flip Uno? The new version that came out a few years ago?
Victory? Wow, I never pinned you as a funny type. Good one!
That’s correct! I think it’s specifically called uno reverse! I didn’t pin you as a smart person either, and yet (even though I’m still right), here we are!
Sure, this is basically challenging a master at his own game, but that’s just what’ll make winning so much better!
Oh I’m so sorry I don’t pay meticulous detail to games, Santa
Master, huh? You’re on.
Amazing! I guess I’ll shuffle and deal the cards, unless you want to?
Mmm you can, you’re the one who suggested this. If you pull anything funny though I won’t hesitate to make you laugh. Uncontrollably. To my hands. Got it? :]
He begins to shuffle the deck in his hands, dealing each of them seven cards
Ohhh Quackity, you and your empty threats. Regardless, I doubt you could do anything. Lucky for usss, I’m not a cheater.
He would place the deck down and put a blue 5 down
You can go first.
He raises an eyebrow
Ohhh Wilbur, ye of little faith
He contemplates for a moment before placing down a blue reverse and then a 5
Why, thank you
It’s just dealers courtesy.
He places down two different color fives, the first one a red, and the second one a yellow
This is such a nice, civil game. Kind of boring right? Wouldn’t it be fun if we, oh I don’t know, upped the ante? Added some stakes? Not that I had anything in mind.
A small grin unfolded on his face as he put down a yellow card of his own
Uh huh. Suure. Spit it out, Wilbur. What’re you suggesting?
Well, He draws a card, putting it down to see it’s a yellow as well. He places it down.
Well, we can start off with something simple, something like admitting the other is superior in every way. Not exactly that, but you get the idea. Since we also have a few viewers, they can decide some things as well. It just gives this game the spice it needs.
He laughs as he places another yellow card into the pile
Yeah, yeah, sure. That and the loser gets wrecked? Great! What else do you stalkers have in mind? Frankenstine
Excuse me w h at. I didn’t agree to that. Sure, I’m not gonna lose uno but still.
He places down two skips. One yellow one blue. He also places down a blue 2.
I mean, it’ll be fine. It’ll be fine! I’ll be fine.
Ohh? What’s wrong?? Scared of me? What will happen when you inevitably lose?
What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK STOP STACKING-
Quackity glares as he picks up a card from the deck, places said card and switches the color to green
You suuure? Someone seems a little nervouus!
( just for kicks @g1gglee-rxccoon @ticklishavian who else can we tag actually )
Scared of you? Wow, Quackity. I never knew how much of a comedian you were! And that bit about me going to lose, wow! Top tier stuff you got there.
Wilbur looks through his deck, realizing he doesn’t any greens. He seems nervous and looks at Quackitys cards, noticing he only has a few left.
Well— I’m only nervous because-
He places down a wild card.
FUCKING UNO, ASSHOLE!
(There’s always @j-switch)
Who says you’re not gonna lose huh?
A grin grows on Quackity’s face until the only thing that could ruin the game for him, happens, and it falls. Instantly.
YOU’RE JOKING? WHAT- FUCK.
He stares at the remaining cards in his hands, one card in particular, hoping that the color is chosen.
…So what’s it gonna be, Wilbur?
Well, only the cards can tell. Isn’t that right? Quackity?
His face brightened as Quackity’s fell, xem feelings a sense of pride. Xe fidgets with his final card in hand, before choosing a color.
You’re just alllll talk and no bite, Quackity. How unfortunate for you.
Wilbur thinks for a second, looking at Quackity stare at their cards.
How about… blue?
Uh huh.
One corner of his lips twitches upwards as he stares at the brunet
Oh really now?
A blue plus two finds itself at the top of the deck
He looks at the deck and audibly groans, picking up two cards.
You know, it’s fine. I’ll be fine.
When he looks at the cards, a small grimace could be seen on his faces. Both of the cards are really shitty.
Pffft, whatever helps you cope, loser
Quackity’s confidence returns and a shout follows,
Guess what, Wilbur? UNO!
He raises his remaining card in the air like a lottery ticket
I’m not going to lose, I refuse to lose.
He tries to put a smile on his face before it immediately falls, looking upon the cards in anger.
Aww what the FUCK? Well- fuck you too!
He places down a blue reverse and a 2, getting to uno himself. He just has to hope Quackity’s last card isn’t blue.
Ohhhhh, Wilbuuuur~!
The card in Quackity’s hand gets slammed onto the table: a red two. He stands up and cheers loudly.
Q NEVER LOSES!!
He puts his elbows back on the table and rests his head on them.
Alright, alright. Now tell me I’m superior in every way. I’m waaiiting! Unless, of course, you need some incentive to hold up this deal you created, then I’ll happily tickle it out of you!
Quackity…?
He began, before looking at the sly look on Quackity’s face. Before Q even put the card down, he knew he had lost.
Well, shit.
That was the last thing Wilbur said before he got up from the table, registering the fact that he just lost, and what he had to do now. Instead of trying to talk Quackity out of making him do it, he started slowly backing away from the table.
(This takes place after the uno thing from earlier)
Phil walked out of his room, wrapped up in a black cloak. “Hey uh, Quackity, apologies for uh walking out like that, I uh…”
“It’s okay, Phil. Sorry that I upset you.” Quackity looked up and gave a hesitant smile. “Just let me know if I’m making you upset next time, alright? But besides that, how are you doing now?”
Phil smiled slightly, “I uh, fine I guess…just fine…” He was lying through his teeth, he held the cloak around him tightly.
He quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t sound so sure. Do you wanna talk about it?”
Phil was about to say something when his heart stopped for a minute, then pain shot up his entire body, Phil struggled a bit, before collapsing on all fours, his wings flapped in the cape, ripping it off, his entire legs and arms were covered in black feathers, up to his neck, his ears were ringing.
Eyes widening, he lurched forward to help. “Phil-? Oh my god, are-“ Startled, he cut himself off and scrambled backwards. “What in the world,” he whispered while biting his lip, “What the fuck is going on-?!”
As feathers enveloped the man in pain, the duck snapped out of his daze and tentatively repeated his former action, this time kneeling in front of the other. “… Okay, I need you to breathe with me. In and out. Whatever the hell is going on, we’ll figure it out later, okay?”
Phil looked at Quackity, grabbing a hand of the other. “I can’t-I…Please, Quackity, Run.”
He then quickly sprawled back, screaming, pushing the other away, shaking as black claws formed on his hands and feet, wings got more sprawled out, he turned his head over, growling, black liquid stroked on his eyes, purple pupils glared at the other.
Aviani pericula habet, ut instinctus.
"What? Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna run, you're in pain and-" He winced at the screams and inched forward again, only to stop short when he heard growling. "...Phil...?"
When the creature that now replaced the Philza he knew faced him, he took a few steps back, slowly. "Heyy, paall. Uhhm. I mean, wowww. You look... nice?" he tried amidst pinching his arm a few times. The pinpricks of pain assured him that this was not a dream and a lack of a response made dread pool in his stomach.
Finally doing what was asked of him, he twisted around and hurried away, adrenaline pushing him to go as fast as he could.
Phil growled, part of him didn’t want this, he chased after the other, a sadistic grin on his face, his pupils glowing as he ran after him.
Quackity couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out. “Shit, shit, shihit-“ He had no destination in mind and quite frankly, he could only keep going for so long. Before that happened, he needed to find refuge. And fast. His own home was too far. Height was out of the option, the bird would be able to follow him easily. An idea struck him then. A cave. Sure, it was dark and gross but he would rather be lumped with some spiders and zombies that he could easily kill than something that would eat him if he made one wrong move. Even if he couldn’t make it, he just hoped that this form wouldn’t last long.
Phil sprung up, tackling the man down, him immediately digging one claw into Quackity’s neck, not tightly of course, he swung his other arm up a sadistic grin on his face, then froze, his eyes staring at Quackity stonefaced.
What was he doing?….he shouldn’t…he can’t…
Quackity yelped and hit the ground hard, breath caught in his throat. Instinctively his flailing arms pushed at the appendage at his throat to no avail. He wheezed, “Fuck- Philza-“ One shaky inhale, and he closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
When it didn’t come, he cracked open his left eye. Realizing he had a chance to stop the other, a new vigor enveloped him and words rushed out of his mouth. “Philza! I- I don’t know if you can understand what I’m saying right now, or if I’m just giving myself false hope, but you have to fight this. Please. It’s me, Quackity. Big Q. Your friend. I know you don’t want this- Just fight back! If not for me, for Tommy and Wilbur... We love you, Phil, just come back to us.”
Phil stared down, grin fading slightly, after a few minutes, Phil got off Quackity, bones cracking as he slowly shifted back to normal, claws slowly turning into normal hands, feathers retracting as some fell off, he grunted a bit, looking at Quackity with squinted eyes, light blue.
“Quackity…?” Phil stared horrified, looking at his hand, fingers stained with blood from a small cut on Quackity’s neck, then back up at the man he hurt, eyes looking worried and terrified as he spoke with a small tremble. “…I…I did this….”
When the weight from ontop of Quackity left, he titled his head back and closed his eyes in an attempt to even out his ragged breaths.
At the mention of his name, he sat up and stared at the wonderfully blond and green Philza. “Oh, Phiiiil.” Relief flooded his body. “Hey there! Glad you’re back,” he said, weary as the adrenaline rush leaked out. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the other’s hand. “… Blood? Are you okay?” It took him a moment but he got off of the ground and closed the proximity between the two. He frowned upon realization that the blood was not the man’s in front of him. “… Am I bleeding?” That’s when he noticed he had a headache. “Huh.” Without much thought he gingerly touched around the cut, wincing. “How bad is it?”
Phil looked terrified still. “Not too bad, probably just from the claws…”
Phil looked away, taking a few steps back. “I…I hurt you…”
Quackity let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Okay.”
“Woah, woah. It’s… okay. I know you didn’t mean it but… what the hell was that thing?” He wanted to help Phil but quite frankly he was still shaken himself.
Phil stepped back, tearing up a bit, before breaking down on all fours. “I…I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to come out, I didn’t even want to hurt anyone again! I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
Phil was unable to look at his friend in the eyes, he just continued crying.
When Phil dropped to the ground again, Quackity tensed up and stared at his friend, hard. Upon realizing that yes, the transformation wasn’t commencing, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck to calm himself. Someone had to drag the other out of this funk they found themselves in.
With a deep breath, he inquired, “… Again? What do you mean-? Phil?” He crouched down and extended a hand towards the other, retracted it, then reached it back out. “… You know what, let’s not think about that right now. I think it would be better if we just got back home first, yeah? Fix us up a little?”
Phil looked up, looking back then grabbing the others hand, immediately hugging them upon standing up. “Let’s…”
The hug made a grunt and chuckle escape Quackity. “Awwe, clingy much?” he teased, falling back on his usual habits, content on ignoring everything that happened until they were back. As the hug dragged on, he let out a long sigh, light-heartedly, and pinched at Phil’s sides until he let him go.
Phil squeaked, giggling a bit, still clinging to the other man. “Hehehe!…m-mahahate! Hehehe!”
“Oho? What’s thiiis?” Q whispered, blowing air onto his ears. “Uh oh, looks like I got a leech on me. “You know the best way to deal with those?” One hand slowly drifted from his side as slowly traveled closer and closer to the naval in wave-like motions. Once it was at there, it circled the rim like a hungry shark.
“Hehehe! *Snort! Snort!* Hahahaha!” Phil giggled, he wanted him to stop but he didn’t want him too at the same time, his ears twitched.
“Dawww, there it is! This little birdie just turned into a piggy! How cute!” Realizing that he wasn’t going to let go, he continued. “It’s a longgg and arduous process! But a few tickles here,” Vibrating at his belly button, “Here,” Switching to ribs, “And here,” Scribbles across the stomach, “Might just do the trick!”
“Hahaha! Hahahaha! Hehehe! Snort! Snort! Hahahaha! Hehehe!” Phil was practically becoming a giggly puddle, squirming around to stay on.
Phil squealed once his bellybutton and stomach was tickled, breaking into fits of high pitched giggles. “Quackitehehehe! Nohoho!”
“Allllllmost there!” Quackity sang, zeroing in on the two spots that seemed to get the most reactions. “
Quackity yes! That’s my name!”
“Ititit tihihickles! Hahahaha!” Phil squirmed, letting out small snorts. “Hehehe! *Snort!*”
“Good!” Quackity grinned. He stayed at the two spots for a while before focusing on Philza’s bellybutton. He had to twist around in awkward positions to keep his hands on him, but he didn’t mind himself minding.
Phil continued laughing, a pinkish blush on his face, with small snorts peppering in between. As he squirmed around trying to avoid Quackity’s fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?" he scolded yet laughed along with him. “I gotta keep pressing the snort button!”
One head tilt in contemplation later, Quackity decided to flip Philza around so he could wrap his arms around the latter’s waist — a hug from behind. For extra measure, he kept the avian’s body close to his own so the wings wouldn’t wouldn’t spread out and cover his face. Only then did he resume dipping in and out of the spot he targeted. “Comfy, Philly Vanilla? I thought we could switch things up a little!”
Phil continued squirming from his new placement, the best he could. Phil’s blush got darker on his face as he once again became a giggly mess in the others hold, small snorts and squeaks peppering in.
“Hehehehehehe! Snort! Hahahahaha! Squeak! Hehehe!” Phil smiled, the sensations on his body felt nice actually, Phil leaned his head back a bit.
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep!” Phil’s eyes widened a bit at the sudden bird noise that came out of his mouth. “S-Sorry…”
Quackity’s fingers stilled for a moment and his mouth went agape. “Oh my god, you make those sounds too?! Do it again!” he demanded, and repeated his actions.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he prodded his stomach after every word, “No apologizing! It’s cute, you blushy bird!”
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep! Hehehe!” Phil squirmed but curled up and relaxed to the tickling. His stomach was a soft spot of his, he kinda of enjoyed it as well, the only downside is that it really tickles for him.
Phil’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky his face covered in reddish pink blush, his ears twitching. He attempted to cover his face with his hands.
Quackity cooed and made other sounds of adoration. “Dawww, Gigglebird, you’re making me melt!” The sounds that came out of the other changed his playful smile to a fonder one.
“Noooo, Philly! Don’t cover your face — it’s the best part!” he huffed, gently yet firmly prying a hand off. “Come onnnn, we gotta let the world see your gorgeous, flustered face!”
Phil giggled, still keeping one hand on his face, still chirping and laughing.
“Phiiillzaaaa,” Quackity drew out when he leaned forward so that his lips were to the man’s ears. “Remove that other hand from your face, would you?”
Phil giggled. “Nohoho!”
“Yehehes!” Quackity mimicked then hummed as he thought. “…I don’t have to go after your bellybutton again do I?” His hands at the stomach stilled and one pointer finger started circling the previous spot again.
Phil squirmed around, still keeping his mouth covered. “Hehehe!”
He rested his head on the other’s shoulder, content with the improvement but still wanting the hand gone. “Fiiiive.”
Phil continued giggling, small snorts peppering in.
“Fooouuuur,” he sang and blew on Phil’s ear.
“Hehehe! Nohoho-!” Phil giggled, ears lightly twitching.
“Threee.” There was a dramatic pause that ended with a rushed, “Two, one!” where then two fingers gently vibrated at and circled around inside the bellybutton.
Phil giggled keeping his mouth covered, before immediately squealing, immediately uncovering his mouth breaking into a fit of squeaky cackles. “PFFFFT-HAHAHAHA! QUACKITY-HAHAHAHA!”
Quackity cheered, albeit a bit loudly so he could be heard over the other’s laughter, “There we go! That wasn’t so hard now was it? And yeeees? That is my name!”
Phil squealed, snorting and cackling wildly. “ITIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH-! HAHAHAHA!”
He practically became a puddle in the others hold, his hair blocked his face slightly as his glasses slightly dislodged from his face, tears of laughter can be seen stroking down from his eyes. Phil had the biggest grin ever, flustered and red in the face.
“Good! I call that a job well done, from the master, of course.”
Quackity continued for another minute before backing off and rubbing gently at Phil’s stomach. “You good over there, Gigglebird?”
“Yeheheheheah…” Phil giggled, practically turning to mush in the others hold, red and flustered.
Quackity hummed and stilled his hands so that he could give Phil another hug before backing away.
While the other caught his breath, the duck spun around to survey the area, letting out a little laugh after a while. “Yeah, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t know where we are.” A hand went to his chin in an act of thought. “Think you could fly up for us?”
Phil flew up, before coming back down.
“Come on.” Phil said, beginning to walk home, still a bit down but he’s better than he was earlier.
Phil was honestly in the Syndicate meeting room, reading a bunch of books, he looked pretty tired, like he stayed there all night, oh wait, he did.
Niki let out a low hum as she knocked rhythmically on the syndicate door. They had a meeting today. It was today right? She was pretty sure it was today.
“Oh-! Come in!” Phil was a bit off guard by the knocking.
Niki took a few steps in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey Phil!”
She took a few steps closer before noticing his tired demeanor. She slightly frowned, wondering what was the cause of this.
“Hey Niki, don’t mind me, I’m just reading.” Phil said, attempting to sound casual about it.
Niki nodded slowly, hands clasped together as she fiddled with her thumbs. “…There was a syndicate meeting today right?” She spoke slowly. It… it was today right?
“Oh yeah, there was but Techno and Ranboo had something planned so they moved it until later. That’s why I’m here, just…reading.” Phil yawned, shaking his head a bit.
Niki walked to Phil’s side, gently putting her hand on his shoulder. “What are you reading?” She looked down at the book, squinting a little
“Oh, um…reincarnation…magic….I…um…” Phil sighed. “Look, I want to see if I can revive Wilbur…he, it’s my fault that I killed him, so I have to undo it. If I have to go through thousands of books then it’ll be worth it.”
Niki paused, before taking off the blanket that wrapped around her shoulders and putting it around Phil. It was quite cold. During this process she accidentally scribbled the pads of her finders across Phil’s neck. “Well, I.. hope it goes well. Make sure you get some rest Phil.”
Phil squeaked suddenly, shaking with suppressed laughter. “Nohoho promises…”
Niki perked at the soft giggling. She rested her hands on Phil’s shoulders, right next to his neck.
“Actually you will promise me.” She smiled. “You will get some rest Phil”
“No, I’m not going to.” Phil giggled in anticipation, attempting to stand, if he was gonna make a run for it it’ll be worth it.
Niki let out a soft scoff, gently pushing Phil back down into his seat. She lightly dug the pads of her fingers into his neck. “Yes you will Phil, I said so, so you will.” Niki stated matter of factly. A soft smile on her face.
Phil giggled, slightly squirming. “Nohoho! I’m not!”
Niki hummed sweetly, scribbling her fingers onto Phil’s neck. “Yes you will Phil!” She chirped enthusiastically. Phil was going to get some rest.
Phil snickered a bit. “N-No! Hehe!”
Niki dragged her fingers to Phil’s ears, scribbling lightly as she smiled softly. “Is that your final answer Phil?”
Phil’s ears slightly twitched, trying to keep his giggling contained, he knew what was gonna happen. “Yehehes! I ain’t going to rest-!”
“You-Stub-born-bird!” Niki giggled, poking at Phil’s neck with each syllable. She brought her hands down to his sides, squeezing down towards his hips. “If you don’t rest I will make you Philza Minecraft!” Niki threatened, although it didn’t sound threatening at all.
“Eep-Hahahaha! Nihihiki! Hahahaha! I’m not gonna rest! Snort! Hahahaha!” Phil squirmed slightly.
Talking clearly wasn’t working, oh well, Niki still had her hands. She squeezed Phil’s hips, holding him in place as she thought of what to do to get this stubborn bird to rest.
“Hahahaha! Snort! Snort! Nohoho!” Phil squirmed so much, that he fell out of his chair, running off to avoid Niki as much as possible, if she wants to get him, she has to catch him first.
Niki giggled loudly as Phil took off, following after him. As she chased the avian, she thought of a new plan to get him to rest. She slightly slowed her running, but could still keep sight of him. “Phhhiiiillllzzzaaaa!” She yelled out to him, giggling mischievously.
Phil ran straight for his bedroom, hiding very quickly right on the closet in his bedroom, attempting to hide, he ran straight inside, shutting the door quickly.
The potion splashed on Phil, he coughed a bit, nothing really happened. Except for Phil feeling a bit dizzy, never mind something was wrong-
Phil coughed more as he collapsed on all fours, and with a small poof, he was gone, the bucket hat and kimono falling on the ground, a small lump underneath the kimono, wiggling attempting to get out.
@ticklishavian
Quackity flinched the moment he heard glass breaking. “Phil?” he shouted and rushed back to the man, grabbing a med kit. “I leave you alone for one minute-!“
Throwing open the door, he rushed in and almost tripped on top of the clothes on the floor. “I’M HE- WHAT THE HELL DUDE-!” He put a hand to his chest. “…ARE YOU NAKED-? WAIT no- Where the hell are you?!“ What kind of potion was Philza making again? Maybe the blond left the room just as he entered? Lost in thought, he screamed when he finally processed the wiggling mass on the floor. “OH MY GOD, PHIL, DID YOU TURN INTO A RAT?” With a grimace he picked up the wiggling mass, being sure to not cut his hand on the shards.
@ticklishavian
A tiny little version of Phil looked up, lifting up the kimono, still wearing clothes thankfully, turning his head to the side like a confused dog. He was at least 4 now, tiny wings twitching around a bit.
“Quackity?” He said in a tiny voice, looking around.
A loud and drawn out gasp erupted from Quackity. “Mini Phil?! Oh my god you’re so cuuuute!” He couldn’t help but scribble a hand over the now-baby’s stomach. It was instinctual!
“Hey, I’m not cute-EEP!” Phil squeaked, giggling and squirming, breaking into a fit of laughter. “Hahahaha!”
“You just proved my point!” Quackity laughed, now holding the child to his chest with one arm. “Awwe, I should take pictures of youuu! I’ve never seen baby Philzaaa, I think other people should too!” He squeezed a few times at his thighs and fluttered his fingers at neck. “Especially with that little smile of yours!”
“Hehehe! Nohoho! Shuhuhush you-!” Phil giggled, squirming around and kicking his legs out, flapping his now tiny wings, attempting to get out of the others hold.
“Awwwe, but Tiny Ticklish Goo, I wanna keep talking about youuu! Besides, I don’t know how long this potion will last so I wanna make the best of it!” he declared and switched to tracing inside of the bellybutton, curious if there was any different reactions with his spots.
Phil giggled and squirmed around, flapping his wings, accidentally brushing the tiny feathers across the others side.
Surprised, Quackity let out a yelp and his hand stilled for a heartbeat. “Oho you,” he huffed, subtly readjusting the bird in his arms so that his feathers wouldn’t touch him while staying at the same spot, “You’re such a sweet gigglebug.”
Phil smirked, you’re on, bitch. The little guy immediately tackled the older, squeezing his hips and blowing raspberries instantly into his stomach. He wanted him too laugh.
Another yelp followed as Quackity hit the floor. “Oof- PhiHIL!” His following words died on his tongue and were replaced with chortles. “H-hehey! Nohone of thahat!” Hands grabbed for the smaller’s sides and thumbs dug into the stomach.
Phil giggled, squeezing Quackity’s sides as well with his tiny hands. Him squirming from the tickles.
“Let me go!”
Phil was a crow at the moment, struggling in the hold of his son who placed his beanie back on, which Phil nuzzled into to nest.
“It’s not MY fault you chose to do this!” Wilbur was grappling with Phil to get him to leave his beanie. He tried not to hurt him, but he wanted Phil out of there as soon as possible. “I’ll let you go when you say you’ll LEAVE!”
Phil pouted, slightly frightened by him yelling, he nuzzled more into the beanie.“I’m not leaving, you can’t force me mate.”
(This takes place after the uno thing from earlier)
Phil walked out of his room, wrapped up in a black cloak. “Hey uh, Quackity, apologies for uh walking out like that, I uh…”
“It’s okay, Phil. Sorry that I upset you.” Quackity looked up and gave a hesitant smile. “Just let me know if I’m making you upset next time, alright? But besides that, how are you doing now?”
Phil smiled slightly, “I uh, fine I guess…just fine…” He was lying through his teeth, he held the cloak around him tightly.
He quirked an eyebrow. “You don’t sound so sure. Do you wanna talk about it?”
Phil was about to say something when his heart stopped for a minute, then pain shot up his entire body, Phil struggled a bit, before collapsing on all fours, his wings flapped in the cape, ripping it off, his entire legs and arms were covered in black feathers, up to his neck, his ears were ringing.
Eyes widening, he lurched forward to help. “Phil-? Oh my god, are-“ Startled, he cut himself off and scrambled backwards. “What in the world,” he whispered while biting his lip, “What the fuck is going on-?!”
As feathers enveloped the man in pain, the duck snapped out of his daze and tentatively repeated his former action, this time kneeling in front of the other. “… Okay, I need you to breathe with me. In and out. Whatever the hell is going on, we’ll figure it out later, okay?”
Phil looked at Quackity, grabbing a hand of the other. “I can’t-I…Please, Quackity, Run.”
He then quickly sprawled back, screaming, pushing the other away, shaking as black claws formed on his hands and feet, wings got more sprawled out, he turned his head over, growling, black liquid stroked on his eyes, purple pupils glared at the other.
Aviani pericula habet, ut instinctus.
"What? Are you crazy?! I'm not gonna run, you're in pain and-" He winced at the screams and inched forward again, only to stop short when he heard growling. "...Phil...?"
When the creature that now replaced the Philza he knew faced him, he took a few steps back, slowly. "Heyy, paall. Uhhm. I mean, wowww. You look... nice?" he tried amidst pinching his arm a few times. The pinpricks of pain assured him that this was not a dream and a lack of a response made dread pool in his stomach.
Finally doing what was asked of him, he twisted around and hurried away, adrenaline pushing him to go as fast as he could.
Phil growled, part of him didn’t want this, he chased after the other, a sadistic grin on his face, his pupils glowing as he ran after him.
Quackity couldn’t help but let a few nervous giggles slip out. “Shit, shit, shihit-“ He had no destination in mind and quite frankly, he could only keep going for so long. Before that happened, he needed to find refuge. And fast. His own home was too far. Height was out of the option, the bird would be able to follow him easily. An idea struck him then. A cave. Sure, it was dark and gross but he would rather be lumped with some spiders and zombies that he could easily kill than something that would eat him if he made one wrong move. Even if he couldn’t make it, he just hoped that this form wouldn’t last long.
Phil sprung up, tackling the man down, him immediately digging one claw into Quackity’s neck, not tightly of course, he swung his other arm up a sadistic grin on his face, then froze, his eyes staring at Quackity stonefaced.
What was he doing?….he shouldn’t…he can’t…
Quackity yelped and hit the ground hard, breath caught in his throat. Instinctively his flailing arms pushed at the appendage at his throat to no avail. He wheezed, “Fuck- Philza-“ One shaky inhale, and he closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.
When it didn’t come, he cracked open his left eye. Realizing he had a chance to stop the other, a new vigor enveloped him and words rushed out of his mouth. “Philza! I- I don’t know if you can understand what I’m saying right now, or if I’m just giving myself false hope, but you have to fight this. Please. It’s me, Quackity. Big Q. Your friend. I know you don’t want this- Just fight back! If not for me, for Tommy and Wilbur... We love you, Phil, just come back to us.”
Phil stared down, grin fading slightly, after a few minutes, Phil got off Quackity, bones cracking as he slowly shifted back to normal, claws slowly turning into normal hands, feathers retracting as some fell off, he grunted a bit, looking at Quackity with squinted eyes, light blue.
“Quackity…?” Phil stared horrified, looking at his hand, fingers stained with blood from a small cut on Quackity’s neck, then back up at the man he hurt, eyes looking worried and terrified as he spoke with a small tremble. “…I…I did this….”
When the weight from ontop of Quackity left, he titled his head back and closed his eyes in an attempt to even out his ragged breaths.
At the mention of his name, he sat up and stared at the wonderfully blond and green Philza. “Oh, Phiiiil.” Relief flooded his body. “Hey there! Glad you’re back,” he said, weary as the adrenaline rush leaked out. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the other’s hand. “… Blood? Are you okay?” It took him a moment but he got off of the ground and closed the proximity between the two. He frowned upon realization that the blood was not the man’s in front of him. “… Am I bleeding?” That’s when he noticed he had a headache. “Huh.” Without much thought he gingerly touched around the cut, wincing. “How bad is it?”
Phil looked terrified still. “Not too bad, probably just from the claws…”
Phil looked away, taking a few steps back. “I…I hurt you…”
Quackity let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Okay.”
“Woah, woah. It’s… okay. I know you didn’t mean it but… what the hell was that thing?” He wanted to help Phil but quite frankly he was still shaken himself.
Phil stepped back, tearing up a bit, before breaking down on all fours. “I…I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to come out, I didn’t even want to hurt anyone again! I was so scared! I didn’t know what to do!”
Phil was unable to look at his friend in the eyes, he just continued crying.
When Phil dropped to the ground again, Quackity tensed up and stared at his friend, hard. Upon realizing that yes, the transformation wasn’t commencing, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck to calm himself. Someone had to drag the other out of this funk they found themselves in.
With a deep breath, he inquired, “… Again? What do you mean-? Phil?” He crouched down and extended a hand towards the other, retracted it, then reached it back out. “… You know what, let’s not think about that right now. I think it would be better if we just got back home first, yeah? Fix us up a little?”
Phil looked up, looking back then grabbing the others hand, immediately hugging them upon standing up. “Let’s…”
The hug made a grunt and chuckle escape Quackity. “Awwe, clingy much?” he teased, falling back on his usual habits, content on ignoring everything that happened until they were back. As the hug dragged on, he let out a long sigh, light-heartedly, and pinched at Phil’s sides until he let him go.
Phil squeaked, giggling a bit, still clinging to the other man. “Hehehe!…m-mahahate! Hehehe!”
“Oho? What’s thiiis?” Q whispered, blowing air onto his ears. “Uh oh, looks like I got a leech on me. “You know the best way to deal with those?” One hand slowly drifted from his side as slowly traveled closer and closer to the naval in wave-like motions. Once it was at there, it circled the rim like a hungry shark.
“Hehehe! *Snort! Snort!* Hahahaha!” Phil giggled, he wanted him to stop but he didn’t want him too at the same time, his ears twitched.
“Dawww, there it is! This little birdie just turned into a piggy! How cute!” Realizing that he wasn’t going to let go, he continued. “It’s a longgg and arduous process! But a few tickles here,” Vibrating at his belly button, “Here,” Switching to ribs, “And here,” Scribbles across the stomach, “Might just do the trick!”
“Hahaha! Hahahaha! Hehehe! Snort! Snort! Hahahaha! Hehehe!” Phil was practically becoming a giggly puddle, squirming around to stay on.
Phil squealed once his bellybutton and stomach was tickled, breaking into fits of high pitched giggles. “Quackitehehehe! Nohoho!”
“Allllllmost there!” Quackity sang, zeroing in on the two spots that seemed to get the most reactions. “
Quackity yes! That’s my name!”
“Ititit tihihickles! Hahahaha!” Phil squirmed, letting out small snorts. “Hehehe! *Snort!*”
“Good!” Quackity grinned. He stayed at the two spots for a while before focusing on Philza’s bellybutton. He had to twist around in awkward positions to keep his hands on him, but he didn’t mind himself minding.
Phil continued laughing, a pinkish blush on his face, with small snorts peppering in between. As he squirmed around trying to avoid Quackity’s fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?" he scolded yet laughed along with him. “I gotta keep pressing the snort button!”
One head tilt in contemplation later, Quackity decided to flip Philza around so he could wrap his arms around the latter’s waist — a hug from behind. For extra measure, he kept the avian’s body close to his own so the wings wouldn’t wouldn’t spread out and cover his face. Only then did he resume dipping in and out of the spot he targeted. “Comfy, Philly Vanilla? I thought we could switch things up a little!”
Phil continued squirming from his new placement, the best he could. Phil’s blush got darker on his face as he once again became a giggly mess in the others hold, small snorts and squeaks peppering in.
“Hehehehehehe! Snort! Hahahahaha! Squeak! Hehehe!” Phil smiled, the sensations on his body felt nice actually, Phil leaned his head back a bit.
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep!” Phil’s eyes widened a bit at the sudden bird noise that came out of his mouth. “S-Sorry…”
Quackity’s fingers stilled for a moment and his mouth went agape. “Oh my god, you make those sounds too?! Do it again!” he demanded, and repeated his actions.
“Hey, hey, hey,” he prodded his stomach after every word, “No apologizing! It’s cute, you blushy bird!”
“Hehehe! Hahahaha! Chirp! Chirp! Peep! Hehehe!” Phil squirmed but curled up and relaxed to the tickling. His stomach was a soft spot of his, he kinda of enjoyed it as well, the only downside is that it really tickles for him.
Phil’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky his face covered in reddish pink blush, his ears twitching. He attempted to cover his face with his hands.
Quackity cooed and made other sounds of adoration. “Dawww, Gigglebird, you’re making me melt!” The sounds that came out of the other changed his playful smile to a fonder one.
“Noooo, Philly! Don’t cover your face — it’s the best part!” he huffed, gently yet firmly prying a hand off. “Come onnnn, we gotta let the world see your gorgeous, flustered face!”
Phil giggled, still keeping one hand on his face, still chirping and laughing.
“Phiiillzaaaa,” Quackity drew out when he leaned forward so that his lips were to the man’s ears. “Remove that other hand from your face, would you?”
Phil giggled. “Nohoho!”
“Yehehes!” Quackity mimicked then hummed as he thought. “…I don’t have to go after your bellybutton again do I?” His hands at the stomach stilled and one pointer finger started circling the previous spot again.
Phil squirmed around, still keeping his mouth covered. “Hehehe!”
He rested his head on the other’s shoulder, content with the improvement but still wanting the hand gone. “Fiiiive.”
Phil continued giggling, small snorts peppering in.
“Fooouuuur,” he sang and blew on Phil’s ear.
“Hehehe! Nohoho-!” Phil giggled, ears lightly twitching.
“Threee.” There was a dramatic pause that ended with a rushed, “Two, one!” where then two fingers gently vibrated at and circled around inside the bellybutton.
Phil giggled keeping his mouth covered, before immediately squealing, immediately uncovering his mouth breaking into a fit of squeaky cackles. “PFFFFT-HAHAHAHA! QUACKITY-HAHAHAHA!”
Quackity cheered, albeit a bit loudly so he could be heard over the other’s laughter, “There we go! That wasn’t so hard now was it? And yeeees? That is my name!”
Phil squealed, snorting and cackling wildly. “ITIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUCH-! HAHAHAHA!”
He practically became a puddle in the others hold, his hair blocked his face slightly as his glasses slightly dislodged from his face, tears of laughter can be seen stroking down from his eyes. Phil had the biggest grin ever, flustered and red in the face.
“Good! I call that a job well done, from the master, of course.”
Quackity continued for another minute before backing off and rubbing gently at Phil’s stomach. “You good over there, Gigglebird?”
“Yeheheheheah…” Phil giggled, practically turning to mush in the others hold, red and flustered.
Phil was honestly in the Syndicate meeting room, reading a bunch of books, he looked pretty tired, like he stayed there all night, oh wait, he did.
Niki let out a low hum as she knocked rhythmically on the syndicate door. They had a meeting today. It was today right? She was pretty sure it was today.
“Oh-! Come in!” Phil was a bit off guard by the knocking.
Niki took a few steps in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey Phil!”
She took a few steps closer before noticing his tired demeanor. She slightly frowned, wondering what was the cause of this.
“Hey Niki, don’t mind me, I’m just reading.” Phil said, attempting to sound casual about it.
Niki nodded slowly, hands clasped together as she fiddled with her thumbs. “…There was a syndicate meeting today right?” She spoke slowly. It… it was today right?
“Oh yeah, there was but Techno and Ranboo had something planned so they moved it until later. That’s why I’m here, just…reading.” Phil yawned, shaking his head a bit.
Niki walked to Phil’s side, gently putting her hand on his shoulder. “What are you reading?” She looked down at the book, squinting a little
“Oh, um…reincarnation…magic….I…um…” Phil sighed. “Look, I want to see if I can revive Wilbur…he, it’s my fault that I killed him, so I have to undo it. If I have to go through thousands of books then it’ll be worth it.”
Niki paused, before taking off the blanket that wrapped around her shoulders and putting it around Phil. It was quite cold. During this process she accidentally scribbled the pads of her finders across Phil’s neck. “Well, I.. hope it goes well. Make sure you get some rest Phil.”
Phil squeaked suddenly, shaking with suppressed laughter. “Nohoho promises…”
Niki perked at the soft giggling. She rested her hands on Phil’s shoulders, right next to his neck.
“Actually you will promise me.” She smiled. “You will get some rest Phil”
“No, I’m not going to.” Phil giggled in anticipation, attempting to stand, if he was gonna make a run for it it’ll be worth it.
Niki let out a soft scoff, gently pushing Phil back down into his seat. She lightly dug the pads of her fingers into his neck. “Yes you will Phil, I said so, so you will.” Niki stated matter of factly. A soft smile on her face.
Phil giggled, slightly squirming. “Nohoho! I’m not!”
Niki hummed sweetly, scribbling her fingers onto Phil’s neck. “Yes you will Phil!” She chirped enthusiastically. Phil was going to get some rest.
Phil snickered a bit. “N-No! Hehe!”
Niki dragged her fingers to Phil’s ears, scribbling lightly as she smiled softly. “Is that your final answer Phil?”
Phil’s ears slightly twitched, trying to keep his giggling contained, he knew what was gonna happen. “Yehehes! I ain’t going to rest-!”
“You-Stub-born-bird!” Niki giggled, poking at Phil’s neck with each syllable. She brought her hands down to his sides, squeezing down towards his hips. “If you don’t rest I will make you Philza Minecraft!” Niki threatened, although it didn’t sound threatening at all.
“Eep-Hahahaha! Nihihiki! Hahahaha! I’m not gonna rest! Snort! Hahahaha!” Phil squirmed slightly.
Talking clearly wasn’t working, oh well, Niki still had her hands. She squeezed Phil’s hips, holding him in place as she thought of what to do to get this stubborn bird to rest.
“Hahahaha! Snort! Snort! Nohoho!” Phil squirmed so much, that he fell out of his chair, running off to avoid Niki as much as possible, if she wants to get him, she has to catch him first.
Phil was honestly in the Syndicate meeting room, reading a bunch of books, he looked pretty tired, like he stayed there all night, oh wait, he did.
Niki let out a low hum as she knocked rhythmically on the syndicate door. They had a meeting today. It was today right? She was pretty sure it was today.
“Oh-! Come in!” Phil was a bit off guard by the knocking.
Niki took a few steps in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey Phil!”
She took a few steps closer before noticing his tired demeanor. She slightly frowned, wondering what was the cause of this.
“Hey Niki, don’t mind me, I’m just reading.” Phil said, attempting to sound casual about it.
Niki nodded slowly, hands clasped together as she fiddled with her thumbs. “…There was a syndicate meeting today right?” She spoke slowly. It… it was today right?
“Oh yeah, there was but Techno and Ranboo had something planned so they moved it until later. That’s why I’m here, just…reading.” Phil yawned, shaking his head a bit.
Niki walked to Phil’s side, gently putting her hand on his shoulder. “What are you reading?” She looked down at the book, squinting a little
“Oh, um…reincarnation…magic….I…um…” Phil sighed. “Look, I want to see if I can revive Wilbur…he, it’s my fault that I killed him, so I have to undo it. If I have to go through thousands of books then it’ll be worth it.”
Niki paused, before taking off the blanket that wrapped around her shoulders and putting it around Phil. It was quite cold. During this process she accidentally scribbled the pads of her finders across Phil’s neck. “Well, I.. hope it goes well. Make sure you get some rest Phil.”
Phil squeaked suddenly, shaking with suppressed laughter. “Nohoho promises…”
Niki perked at the soft giggling. She rested her hands on Phil’s shoulders, right next to his neck.
“Actually you will promise me.” She smiled. “You will get some rest Phil”
“No, I’m not going to.” Phil giggled in anticipation, attempting to stand, if he was gonna make a run for it it’ll be worth it.
Niki let out a soft scoff, gently pushing Phil back down into his seat. She lightly dug the pads of her fingers into his neck. “Yes you will Phil, I said so, so you will.” Niki stated matter of factly. A soft smile on her face.
Phil giggled, slightly squirming. “Nohoho! I’m not!”
Niki hummed sweetly, scribbling her fingers onto Phil’s neck. “Yes you will Phil!” She chirped enthusiastically. Phil was going to get some rest.
Phil snickered a bit. “N-No! Hehe!”
Niki dragged her fingers to Phil’s ears, scribbling lightly as she smiled softly. “Is that your final answer Phil?”
Phil’s ears slightly twitched, trying to keep his giggling contained, he knew what was gonna happen. “Yehehes! I ain’t going to rest-!”
“You-Stub-born-bird!” Niki giggled, poking at Phil’s neck with each syllable. She brought her hands down to his sides, squeezing down towards his hips. “If you don’t rest I will make you Philza Minecraft!” Niki threatened, although it didn’t sound threatening at all.
“Eep-Hahahaha! Nihihiki! Hahahaha! I’m not gonna rest! Snort! Hahahaha!” Phil squirmed slightly.
Phil was honestly in the Syndicate meeting room, reading a bunch of books, he looked pretty tired, like he stayed there all night, oh wait, he did.
Niki let out a low hum as she knocked rhythmically on the syndicate door. They had a meeting today. It was today right? She was pretty sure it was today.
“Oh-! Come in!” Phil was a bit off guard by the knocking.
Niki took a few steps in, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey Phil!”
She took a few steps closer before noticing his tired demeanor. She slightly frowned, wondering what was the cause of this.
“Hey Niki, don’t mind me, I’m just reading.” Phil said, attempting to sound casual about it.
Niki nodded slowly, hands clasped together as she fiddled with her thumbs. “…There was a syndicate meeting today right?” She spoke slowly. It… it was today right?
“Oh yeah, there was but Techno and Ranboo had something planned so they moved it until later. That’s why I’m here, just…reading.” Phil yawned, shaking his head a bit.
Niki walked to Phil’s side, gently putting her hand on his shoulder. “What are you reading?” She looked down at the book, squinting a little
“Oh, um…reincarnation…magic….I…um…” Phil sighed. “Look, I want to see if I can revive Wilbur…he, it’s my fault that I killed him, so I have to undo it. If I have to go through thousands of books then it’ll be worth it.”
Niki paused, before taking off the blanket that wrapped around her shoulders and putting it around Phil. It was quite cold. During this process she accidentally scribbled the pads of her finders across Phil’s neck. “Well, I.. hope it goes well. Make sure you get some rest Phil.”
Phil squeaked suddenly, shaking with suppressed laughter. “Nohoho promises…”
Niki perked at the soft giggling. She rested her hands on Phil’s shoulders, right next to his neck.
“Actually you will promise me.” She smiled. “You will get some rest Phil”
“No, I’m not going to.” Phil giggled in anticipation, attempting to stand, if he was gonna make a run for it it’ll be worth it.
Niki let out a soft scoff, gently pushing Phil back down into his seat. She lightly dug the pads of her fingers into his neck. “Yes you will Phil, I said so, so you will.” Niki stated matter of factly. A soft smile on her face.
Phil giggled, slightly squirming. “Nohoho! I’m not!”
Niki hummed sweetly, scribbling her fingers onto Phil’s neck. “Yes you will Phil!” She chirped enthusiastically. Phil was going to get some rest.
Phil snickered a bit. “N-No! Hehe!”
Niki dragged her fingers to Phil’s ears, scribbling lightly as she smiled softly. “Is that your final answer Phil?”
Phil’s ears slightly twitched, trying to keep his giggling contained, he knew what was gonna happen. “Yehehes! I ain’t going to rest-!”
Uh I'm bored so I made these
Tickle Asks :D (Strictly SFW)
1. Favourite spot to be tickled / tickle someone else?
2. Worst spot?
3. Favourite tease / a tease that always gets to you?
4. What kind of lee / ler are you?
5. Tag someone you think you could win against in a tickle fight
6. Tag someone you think you'd lose against in a tickle fight
7. Favourite nickname / most flustering nickname?
8. Do you have any irl tickle stories? If so, what were they?
9. Have you ever been tickled irl?
10. On a scale of 1 - 10, how ticklish are you?
11. How easily do you get flustered?
12. Would you rather be wrecked completely or just softly tickled?
13. Tickle hugs or random side tasers?
14. Giggle spot(s)?
15. Favourite ler / favourite lee?
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Yippeeeeee
Nobody has to do this I was just bored and needed to get my brain going
Phil sneaks up behind Techno, digging and tickling his sides.
Techno jumped at the contact, snorting… Gods, a snort? At least it was around Phil and not Tommy or Ranboo or something.
@ticklishavian //
Phil giggled at the snort, the talons on his feet clicking on the floor in happiness. “Haven’t heard that in awhile. Cute.”
He dug into his ribs wiggling his fingers over the sensitive bones. “Tktktktktktk~”
Techno rolled his eyes, bringing a hand up to his mouth to hide his face that was closer and closer to the color of his hair more than anything else.
He seemed to erupt into soft and surprisingly high-pitched giggles, becoming slightly louder and shifting at particular spots but making no actual attempt to leave.
Phil had to smile at the sounds, it was so cute. He sat down with Techno in his lap, tickling all over his stomach and sides.
Techno hesitated but this was Phil. Even then, he still froze up and his head grew loud rather quickly. Gods, did he entirely drop his guard because he thought he could’ve been safe?
Techno had moved away in a sort of half-sliding, half-jumping way. If looks could kill, the boards in the floor would’ve been gone from under him. He mumbled to himself that things were okay but still seemed to be processing everything.
“Easy Techno.” Phil said, smiling.
Techno cursed the voices under his breath as he return to sit next to Phil. “‘S just the voices again.”
“I see.” Phil said, scribbling into his ribs, if Techno wants to, Phil was okay with a small tickle fight.
Techno had flinched a little, but had taken it as a new challenge. The piglin had attempted to fend off Phil’s hand while grabbing and rapidly squeezing his side.
“Eep! Hehehe! Techno-!” Phil giggled a bit, slightly attempting to get him back.
its wednesday
Irrelevant
End of my rope tuesday wednesday
Phil sneaks up behind Techno, digging and tickling his sides.
Techno jumped at the contact, snorting… Gods, a snort? At least it was around Phil and not Tommy or Ranboo or something.
@ticklishavian //
Phil giggled at the snort, the talons on his feet clicking on the floor in happiness. “Haven’t heard that in awhile. Cute.”
He dug into his ribs wiggling his fingers over the sensitive bones. “Tktktktktktk~”
Techno rolled his eyes, bringing a hand up to his mouth to hide his face that was closer and closer to the color of his hair more than anything else.
He seemed to erupt into soft and surprisingly high-pitched giggles, becoming slightly louder and shifting at particular spots but making no actual attempt to leave.
Phil had to smile at the sounds, it was so cute. He sat down with Techno in his lap, tickling all over his stomach and sides.
Techno hesitated but this was Phil. Even then, he still froze up and his head grew loud rather quickly. Gods, did he entirely drop his guard because he thought he could’ve been safe?
Techno had moved away in a sort of half-sliding, half-jumping way. If looks could kill, the boards in the floor would’ve been gone from under him. He mumbled to himself that things were okay but still seemed to be processing everything.
“Easy Techno.” Phil said, smiling.
Techno cursed the voices under his breath as he return to sit next to Phil. “‘S just the voices again.”
“I see.” Phil said, scribbling into his ribs, if Techno wants to, Phil was okay with a small tickle fight.
