Tingo's Tickling Blog

My tickling blog. If you know my main, let's keep it separate from here, thanks. Minors DNI.

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You can draw my Tennas or Spamtons from my various AUs in tickling situations. Please just tag/mention this blog instead.

Same with writing.

Little note: They all have silicone bodies that are the same colour as their screen.

Always open to suggestions for scenes featuring my AU Tennas and Spamtons. They can cross over and interact with one another.

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“I don’t laugh.” (Defernull Tenna and Defernull Spamton, please)

Sorry for the wait ! I have lot of fun with this one XD. Still can't write spam quirck, so he "controle it" sorry :c

Today had been a rather… delicate day. Tenna, more restless and gloomy than usual, did everything he could to finish his work, hand out orders, and instruct Mike not to let ANYONE into his office.

Though a little confused, the employees didn't say a word and simply let the grumpy CRT retreat into his den, slamming the door behind him.

With determined steps, he walked over to his desk and settled into his chair. He opened a drawer, pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen, and began scribbling random things. He just needed something to keep his mind occupied and stop himself from reacting too much to the various sensations assailing him.

It was spring-cleaning day. Toriel was scrubbing the house from top to bottom… and his physical form was no exception. The monster carefully ran a feather duster over every inch of the CRT's surface. Tenna had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep from making the slightest sound.

It didn't hurt! It just tingled—a lot. Like a ticklish sensation creeping over every part of him… Without a little concentration, he would've burst out laughing already.

He just had to wait until Toriel was finished, and everything would go back to normal. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and the CRT always managed just fine.However…

It seemed Mike didn't know how to follow orders properly, because the office door swung open, letting in a small white puppet with tiny black wings.

Without a word, the puppet climbed onto his desk and started rambling about this and that. Tenna couldn't care less. He ignored him and kept pretending to write down new ideas.

Usually, Spamton didn't care whether anyone was listening. It wasn't the first time he'd barged into the office and made himself at home, despite the CRT's grumbling.

But today, the puppet apparently felt like being a pain, because he started rattling off a whole string of jokes, each one somehow dumber than the last.Jokes that, unfortunately, were sometimes capable of coaxing an amused smile out of the grumpy boss.

But of all days, Spamton just had to pull this now.The tingling sensations, combined with the stupid jokes, were steadily cracking poor Tenna's composure. He was doing everything he could to keep a straight face and maintain his usual seriousness.

The moment a small, timid giggle slipped out, the puppet fell silent, simply staring at Tenna with his head tilted slightly to the side.

"DID YOU JUST LAUGH?"

There was no mockery, no malice in the puppet's voice. He sounded genuinely intrigued by a sound he hadn't heard in a... very, very long time.

When was the last time he'd heard his partner laugh? Probably sometime during the Big Shot Era ,the time when he hadn't... given Tenna the attention and love he deserved. Spamton regularly cursed his former self, even if he didn't exactly appreciate the puppet body he had now.

"I don’t laugh."

Tenna replied, raising a hand to hide the beginning of a smile. God, the ticklish sensations were awful.

And now that his poor defenses had been shattered by that filthy rat's jokes, there was no way he was going to keep himself under control. He didn't want to look weak in front of Spamton. If he was going to have a moment of weakness, it was supposed to be alone in his office, with no one around.

The TV World boss let his pen fall onto the desk before wrapping his arms around himself, almost as if he were giving himself a hug. It was a futile attempt to shield himself from the invisible tickling, while a few more giggles escaped him despite his best efforts.

His power cable had started to sway gently as well,a detail that didn't escape the puppet, who was still perched on the desk.

"WHAT'S GOING ON?! IF YOU'RE [BROKEN], I CAN [HELP]!"

As amused as he was by the situation, Spamton was genuinely worried. Was this some kind of malfunction? Or... maybe a mouse had gotten into Tenna's wires,that could be dangerous too! If he remembered correctly, the toolbox wasn't far away...

"I-It's nothing! It's my Lightners... I-It's just... c-cleaning d-day. Give me a few minutes. She should be done soon."

Tenna's answer seemed to bring back a few memories. Ah! Cleaning Day! Spamton remembered a time when Tenna had suddenly announced that there wouldn't be a show that day and that Spamton would have to manage things on his own. The poor CRT had been incredibly nervous, occasionally bursting into laughter before quickly composing himself again.

He had eventually explained that, once a month, Toriel dusted the house... and that it tickled him a lot. To avoid disturbing anyone,or letting anyone see him dissolve into a laughing fit,he always shut himself away.

"...I CAN'T BELIEVE I [FORGOT] ABOUT THAT! I'M GONNA [HELP]!"

The CRT let out a low groan. He didn't want help (and... it wasn't as if anyone could help, anyway).But Spamton was far too quick.

In the blink of an eye, he scrambled up Tenna's body and settled comfortably on top of his head.One advantage of being a puppet now was that he was tiny enough to squeeze just about anywhere.Including sitting on top of his partner's head.

"Spamton! I-I don't have time to play with you! G-Get down from there and leave my office!"

"BUT I WANT TO [HELP] DUST OFF MY [GORGEOUS HUSBAND]!"

...Huh? What? No.Oh no. Absolutely not.

That stupid little rat wasn't actually about to do what Tenna thought he was... was he?

Unfortunately...Yes.

The puppet reached into his pocket, pulled out a small cloth, and casually began wiping one of the CRT's antennas, humming to himself as though this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Immediately, Tenna shot upright, another burst of laughter spilling past his lips.Delighted to hear that sound, Spamton continued his work, then grabbed the other antenna and started polishing that one too.

"Oh shihihit! I swear! I'm gonna kill you! Grrr! Sp-Spamton! Stop!"

He threw both hands up, trying to grab the puppet, but was quickly forced to lower them again to protect his sides. Tiny little angels,with Spamton's appearance,were suddenly fluttering all around him.

Since when...?Oh, that little bastard...!

The miniature angels wasted no time joining in to "clean" Tenna. Some, armed with tiny cloths, slipped beneath his clothes to rub at his stomach and sides. Others even managed to sneak around to his back.

The tingling,the tickling...It was everywhere. Tenna finally burst into full, uncontrollable laughter, much to Spamton's absolute delight...

...Until all the squirming and frantic attempts to swat away the little angels caused him to lose his balance and fall flat onto his back.

He squealed and yelped as the angels immediately resumed dusting him off, while he desperately tried to shield his head whenever one of them reached for his vents.

"Hehehe! N-No! Not thahat! Not there! Hahaha! No! Hehehe!"

"WE'RE ALMOST [DONE]!"

He was going to kill Spamton after all of this. For now, though, he was nothing more than a laughing puddle, completely out of strength to defend himself.

His tail was wagging happily, however,a small giveaway that Tenna was actually having fun, even if he refused to admit it.

After a good five minutes of ticklish cleaning, the little angels vanished, leaving the TV World boss sprawled on his back, trying to catch his breath.

The puppet climbed onto his chest and glanced at his screen, just to make sure everything was alright,and that he hadn't broken anything when he fell.

"ARE YOU OKAY, [BUNNY HEAR]?"

Tenna's screen suddenly flickered to life, displaying two cartoon characters locked in a chase scene. A moment later, one of them finally caught the other and start tickling him.

The images disappeared.In their place, the word "RUN" flashed across the screen in bright red.Then, the number 5 appeared beneath it.

The puppet let out a snicker.Predictably, Tenna was going to make him pay for that. So he immediately jumped off the TV and bolted toward the office door......Only to be caught by one of the CRT's extra arms.

Haha... yeah. He'd kind of forgotten that Tenna had a second pair of arms that could stretch over surprisingly long distances.

There he was, brought back to Tenna, who was now standing, his screen black and... far, far too calm. He retrieved Spamton before... forcing him down onto his desk and holding his body in place with one hand.

He raised his other hand, extending his claws and slowly wiggling them above the poor puppet.

"Alright. Now it's your turn !I wonder if you're capable of getting a taste of your own medicine, Spamton."

A huge smile appeared on the black screen, while Spamton swallowed nervously.

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PSA

Will try and post something next month.

Been busy with art fight and work.

Have a few more fic ideas I want to work on as well.

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Fun fact: Bandit can charge his antennae to send lot jolts of static to people just enough to tickle.

He can also use his antennae to tickle people.

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Guilt

This is a small scene that's basically a continuation of Tickle Torture of Mistaken Betrayal where Spamton tickle tortured Tenna and insulted his laugh and smile.

Guilt

Spamton noticed. Tenna still smiled and laughed, but not as openly as he did before. The sheriff would cover his smile with his hands or try to stifle his laughter.

It was like back then when Tenna always wore a grouchy smile and only really laughed or smiled at Spamton's corny jokes or being tickled.

Spamton and Tenna were both cuddling on the couch when the outlaw playfully began to dance his fingers up and down Tenna's sides. He smiled when he felt the sheriff squirm, but it turned into a frown when he noticed his boyfriend looked ashamed for a few seconds before covering his mouth with both hands.

"Tens?" Spamton spoke in a gentle tone, "What's wrong?" Silence. A shrug. As the TV shrugged, the shirt lifted up a bit to reveal the sheriff's abs. Spamton felt as if his heart was squeezed when he noticed the faded scratches. He did that. He did that to his precious sheriff out of anger. He insulted his boyfriend's laugh and smile to hurt him when he thought Tenna betrayed him.

"Ant," Spamton cooed in a gentle tone, "I have a question. Please tell me the truth. I promise I won't be angry,"

"Alright," Tenna nodded as he wore a stoic face, "What's the question?" "...are you feeling self-conscious of your laugh and smile after I made those mean comments about them?" Spamton asked as he gently stroked Tenna's stomach. The TV giggled softly. Spamton stopped tickling his boyfriend. "...Yes, I do," Tenna admitted in a tiny voice, "I was always self-conscious of my laugh and smile. It always sounded ugly to me. When you told me they were ugly...it confirmed my fears. I-I do forgive you for the t-tickle torture and what you said about it, but...it's hard..." "Ant, can I transform into Neo and give you some cuddles and tickles?" Spamton offered. When the TV nodded, he transformed into Neo and hugged his boyfriend protectively close to his chest, "Tens, you wanna know why I love tickling you so much and telling you corny jokes?" "Hmh?" Tenna mumbled, shaking his head. He purred as he was cuddled. He made a squeak when he felt Spamton Neo rake his claws gently over his stomach, "hehehhAHAHAHHA!!" "You have such a beautiful smile and your laugh is angelic. It's like beautiful music to my ears," Spamton Neo smiled warmly as he gently tickled Tenna's stomach and ribs, "I can never get enough of it. You're very handsome, but your smile makes you look even more handsome. You laugh. I can listen to it all day," Tenna was laughing adorably as Spamton Neo continued to tickle him before he finally stopped. "You mean it, Spammy?" Tenna asked in a soft, gentle voice.

"I mean it, Tens," Spamton Neo cooed before giving Tenna a kiss on top of his head. Tenna gave him a kiss on his cheek in return. "Thank you, Spammy. I really needed that!" Tenna beamed before cuddling closer to Spamton Neo. "No prob, Tens," Spamton smiled. As Tenna finally fell asleep, Spamton Neo glanced down at his boyfriend, a look of guilt flashing on his face before a moment.

The End

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Go to Sleep

This is just a very short ficlet idea I had to write

Tonight Tenna was babysitting Lancer for King while he had to do some errands and didn't want his son to wander off somewhere.

Truth be told, it's more like Tenna insisted he'll watch over Lancer for King without him even asking. Lancer enjoyed hanging out with his TV dad anyway.

"It's time to go to bed," Tenna announced after he checked the time, "It's getting late,"

"Aww, but I wanna see if the princess will beat the knight in the fight!" Lancer pouted.

"We can watch again next time," Tenna reassured him in a gentle tone, "But, you need to go to sleep before midnight,"

"But why? What happens before midnight?" Lancer asked.

Neither of them heard King enter the room and standing behind them and watching silently. He had been curious how Tenna acted when alone with Lancer. The kid does adore the ruler of TV World. If it was the old Tenna he could understand, but the new Tenna was a real grouch.

"If you stay up after midnight, the tickle monster will grab you and tickle you silly!" Tenna growled playfully as he wiggled his claws.

"Eeek! Not the tickle monster!" Lancer squealed before laughing. He paused for a moment to look at his TV dad seriously, "But, won't the tickle monster get hold of you?" "Oh, I'll protect you against the tickle monster," Tenna declared proudly.

The TV didn't notice King sneaking up from behind him and wiggling his fingers before suddenly tickling his sides, a wide grin on both his face and stomach.

"EE! Hahahahh!!" Tenna immediately started laughing adorably, which shocked both Lancer and King. The show host quickly shot up to his feet and turned around, looking angry before hugging his sides to protect them.

"You're ticklish?" King asked before grinning when he noticed how the TV started to blush.

"Not a word," Tenna growled before turning to Lancer, "Go to bed, young man,"

"Okey-dokey!" Lancer grinned before he ran off to his room. Tenna and King both stared at each other in silence.

"Not a word to anyone," Tenna growled.

"Don't see the big deal," King shook his head in amusement, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,"

"Good," Tenna nodded.

The End

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Can we get some more lee sherif tenna? Silly little sweetheart needs more tiggles. Maybe ler spamton?

(Thank you very much for the ask! And very true, Sheriff Tenna needs more tickles)

Spamton looked concerned from his chair when he noticed Tenna enter the room and rested a hand on his side, trying not to make it obvious he's trying to rub it. The taller monster sat on the bed and tried not to wince.

"You okay, Big Guy?" Spamton asked in concern as he scooted closer.

"I'm fine. Just had a busy day. Carried a lot of heavy stuff," Tenna smiled tiredly before he gave a little wince when he turned to Spamton.

"You overworked yourself, Tens," Spamton cooed in concern, "I'll help you take your shirt and jacket off and I'll give you a good massage,"

"O-oh, you don't have to, Spammy," the sheriff tried to reassure his boyfriend, but Spamton gave him a stern look, "I don't wanna bother you,"

"You're not bothering me," the outlaw began, "Besides, I wanna practice my massages. They always help. Maybe it'll make you finally relax?"

The sheriff looked thoughtful for a moment before he finally sat on the bed. His outlaw boyfriend helped him take his shirt and jacket off. "Best to take your boots and socks off too. I don't want you to accidentally dirty the blankets and mattress," Spamton suggested as he pointed at Tenna's boots before he helped his boyfriend take them off and then the socks, "Now, lie flat on your stomach and I'll use my magic fingers on my dear boyfriend's sore body," "Alright, Spammy," Tenna nodded as he lied on his stomach before he made a squeak when he felt Spamton climb onto his shoulder, "I'm ready,"

The outlaw cracked his knuckles before he began to work on Tenna's one shoulder. The sheriff made a deep content sight before a giggle slipped when Spamton's fingers accidentally poked his back.

"Sensitive?" Spamton asked playfully as he reached for his boyfriend's side and tickle it to make the TV giggle before Tenna nodded shyly, "You seem to be ticklish everywhere. That makes you even cuter,"

"hehee! I-I thought it's supposed to be a massage!" Tenna squeaked between adorable laughter as Spamton continued to sneak tickles between massages.

"It is! It's a tickle massage. Haehaehae!" the outlaw chuckled before he started to summon several F1 angels, "In fact, I'll get my angels to help me make you feel much better," Tenna squirmed as the angels began to sit on every single inch of his body. The angels giggled warmly as they adore the TV so much. "Let's make him feel happy with healing and tickle massages!" Spamton instructed the little angels. They all squeaked and giggled happily before they began. The little angels began to dig their little hands gently into every single part of Tenna's body from the tip of his antennae to the tips of his toes. Their little fingers massaged and tickled every single part of the super ticklish TV. They tickled at various speeds, gentle scratches, wiggling and all sorts of other tickling techniques.

"hahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Itt feeeels fuunnehehe! AHAAHAHAHAH!" Tenna laughed loudly and happily as the little angles tickled, massaged and healed him all at once.

Tenna softly purred as his antennae were massaged and tickled, giggling.

"eheheKAHAHAHH!! Spamehehehe! It feehehels verehhehehe funneehe!" Tenna squealed as the angels continued to tickle him. "It does?" Spamton asked playfully before he wiggled his fingers into Tenna's sides to make him shriek loudly before the goofiest laughter bubbled from him, "Okay, angels. We need to let Tenna rest. I'll call you next time for tickles," Tenna softly giggled as he rolled onto his back, but looked content. Spamton leaned over to give him a kiss on his screen. "Feeling better, Tens?" the outlaw cooed as he cuddled close to the sheriff. "Much better," Tenna smiled warmly before resting a hand over Spamton's back, "Thank you, Spammy,"

"Anything for my favourite sheriff," Spamton grinned.

The End

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“How can someone not be ticklish??” For Trash Heap AU Tenna and Spamton (you can decide who's the lee and who's the ler :>)

Thanks for the request ! Sorry, not very long again ;c . man do i love this AU TT.

It was probably early morning, and one of the Underground mailman's rare days off. On mornings like these, the little monster took every opportunity to spend as much time as possible with Tenna, enjoying a nice, leisurely breakfast while watching a show on the cracked CRT's screen.

Comfortably settled on the taller monster's long legs, a bowl of cereal in his hands, Spamton watched what appeared to be a television series from the Surface. A couple was teasing each other on-screen. The woman had stolen something from her partner, who was trying to get it back. The man reached out and attempted to tickle her sides, but she simply stuck out her tongue and informed him that she unfortunately wasn't ticklish.

That was the precise moment Tenna' started to speak.

"How can someone not be ticklish?? That's strange!"

Of course, even while displaying a show, the CRT could still watch it as well. One of the perks of being a television, perhaps?

In any case, the mailman didn't seem impressed by the revelation. He merely shrugged, as though the answer were obvious.

"My love, it's very simple! You just have to be like me and not be ticklish! People like that exist. Not everyone has the same sensitivity. With love, your mailman."

That answer only seemed to confuse the larger monster. He tilted his head to the side.

Spamton? Not ticklish...? But he'd seen plenty of evidence suggesting otherwise.

"Uh... are you sure about that...? Because every time I kiss you, you start squirming and giggling. To me, that sounds pretty ticklish, Spammy."

As if to prove his point, the screen began displaying every single instance of the little monster squirming and trying to push Tenna's face away while the TV man peppered him with tiny kisses. The mailman's laughter could be heard loud and clear!

And yet, upon seeing this evidence, Spamton chose to remain firmly in denial. He set down his now-empty bowl of cereal and, his cheeks tinged slightly pink, tried to put on a confident expression.

"My dear CRT, those are simply joyful laughs on my part because I'm happy to receive your affection! Nothing more! Sincerely, your mailman who is absolutely not lying."

There was a moment of silence. For a brief second, the mailman thought he had actually convinced his partner.That feeling didn't last long.

The CRT's powerful arms wrapped around him, pulling him snugly against the TV man's chest. Tenna looked down at him with an almost adorable smile.

"What if we tested that theory? Because for me, you're ticklish. I'm pretty sure even the human used that against you a few days ago to cheer you up!"

When Tenna’s fingers dug into his sides, the mailman thought he could hold out for a little while. But he cracked very quickly when the big monster leaned down, started peppering him with kisses, and gently nibbled at his neck.

At first, the little monster’s giggles were rather timid, but he soon burst into full laughter as he kicked his little legs. Tenna wiggled his fingers along his sides one moment, then gently pinched his little belly the next.

"See? You are ticklish, Spammy! I told you so!"

In a last attempt to escape, the mailman squirmed and wriggled until he finally managed to slip free from his companion’s grasp! His eyes flew wide open, however, when one of Tenna’s large hands closed around his ankle, preventing him from getting away.

"I’m not done with you yet!"

A finger slid beneath his foot, drawing a shriek of laughter from the poor monster as he desperately tried to pull his foot back…Unfortunately, Tenna was far too strong and refused to let go.

"So, do you still think you’re not ticklish?"

"To the attention of my companion, who is currently trying to kill me: YES! I AM TICKLISH! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY! HAEHAEHAE! Sincerely, your husband, who is currently dying of laughter."

Once he admitted that he was ticklish, Tenna stopped torturing him and pulled him into a hug, giving him a few affectionate head scratches.

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Hear me out -

Okay Tenna got ticklish wire . And I know you prefere Lee!Tenna. BUT! Silly headcanon for puppet Spam : his joints! Or the crevices…? I don’t know the exact word 😭 But I imagine he has a lot of joints in his puppet form, so… there’s probably a lot of dust in there.

If Tenna helps him and slides the tip of his claws or a toothpick in there, he’d probably start dying of laughter very quickly xD

-Tsuna

[Thanks for the ask!] I really love this headcanon. Tenna wants to make sure his dear Spammy's joints and what-not are cleaned up so he would take extra care to not leave any dust behind.

Spamton will struggle not to squirm or cackle, but it'll be futile when Tenna used his claws to clean the crevices and joints. The moment Tenna's claws touch the area, the puppet would be a cackling mess.

Tenna would try to hold him still as he's almost done. Maybe he "accidentally" tickled a few areas in the meantime.

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Tenna gets small when he’s glooby. Perfect for picking up and tkling him silly with just one finger 😈

(Thank you so much for the asks!)

Today's show was a disaster! The contestants for the game show were goofing off and making jokes instead of answering questions. For the latest cowboy episode, the lasso scene became a disaster as it got tangled up and tripped a few pippins, shadowguys and zappers. For the cooking show, the cake was baked perfectly but Tenna tripped and fell, dropping the cake onto the floor.

As soon as the day was over, Tenna quickly left to his private room. He didn't realize Spamton was watching him.

After checking the ratings for today, Spamton quickly followed after Tenna. Today had a few mishaps, but it wasn't a disaster. The addison entered his partner's room.

"Tens?" Spamton called as peeped inside. Not here?

"H-here," Tenna squeaked from his nightstand. On his nightstand. The TV show host had shrunk down and was small enough to be picked up by the addison.

"Tens? You okay?" Spamton asked as he offered his hand for Tenna to climb on. The TV didn't say anything, but crawled onto the palm of the addison's hand.

"Ant?" Spamton asked, but no answer. The addison poked Tenna's belly, which rewarded him with a tiny squeak and a giggle, "Don't worry, Spamton G. Spamton knows a way to turn that frown upside down!" "Ehehek!" Tenna squeaked before giggles bubbled from him as Spamton gently tickled his stomach, his sides, ribs and underarms. The tiny TV fell on his back and kicked his legs, laughing adorably as the addison continued to tickle him.

Spamton gently stroked Tenna's antennae, which caused the TV show was squeal before bubbly laughter poured out of him. After a few seconds, Tenna grew back to his full size and jumped onto his bed.

"Feeling better?" Spamton asked as he climbed onto Tenna's chest, "So, what's the matter, Ant?"

"Today was a disaster!" Tenna sobbed, "The game show, the cowboy show and the cooking show will surely be cancelled after the disaster we had today!!" "A disaster? No, Ant," Spamton began as he reached over to gently stroked the top of Tenna's head, "The people loved today's game show. They thought it was quite funny. For today's cowboy episode, they loved the idea the sheriff wasn't always perfect with his lasso. For the cooking show, the audience thought it made sense since the chef would often run around," "R-really?" Tenna asked in a tiny, teary voice before Spamton pulled out a file and held up a page.

"This is today's ratings and the audiençe's response to it," Spamton grinned. Tenna looked surprised. Moments later, a flower bloomed from his noise.

"Oh, Spammy! The ratings are stupendous!" Tenna giggled warmly as he wrapped his arms around Spamton and gave him a hug before kissing all over his cheeks, "Thank you! Thank you!" "hahaha! That tickles, Ant!" Spamton cackled before he playfully dug his fingers into Tenna's sides to receive a giggle, "And no more gloobiness on my watch!"

"Spammy! Eheek!" Tenna giggled as Spamton continued to tickle his sides and playfully stroke his antennae.

The End

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Not a drabble request, just sharing a headcanon: The Swatchlings offer to help do some cleaning on Tenna, and he accepts because it's been a long time since his last proper cleaning... but it's too late when he realizes how tickly it is. He comes out of it very clean and like-new, but at what cost...

Extra bonus fun imagine: Cowboy Tenna gets subjected to a tickly cleaning too, because living in a desert means that there's a lot of dust clogging his vents and wires. It's necessary to keep him from overheating or getting hurt but it tickles so bad...

[Thanks for the ask!]

I love these headcanons! Getting all cleaned up at the cost of becoming giggling messes.

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PSA

I really appreciate and love it when people liking and commenting on my works.

But, can those that keep liking, unliking and then reliking my posts every single day for the past month please just stop before I'll block you.

I'm usually a very patient person, but it's so annoying and messes with my notifications.

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Cowboy Tenna might be the tough sheriff of TV Town, but he's weak to a little tickling. And he's mighty ticklish everywhere.

Well, he does have an adorable laugh.

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The Sheriff's Weakness

When the citizens of TV Town discover their grouchy sheriff is extremely ticklish.

(No, he's not naked. He's wearing pants)

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Little fun facts about Cowboy Tenna:

Can become small, but must concentrate. Only becomes small around those he trusts completely, like Spamton, the ladies and his crew.

Beautiful singing voice.

Deep but soft and gentle voice. Quite soothing to the ear.

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For Defernull Tenna (or maybe even just normal Tenna)

When someone is tkling their feet, have they ever accidentally (or intentionally) kicked their attacker? And I mean like full force.

(This is more of a silly ask if you can’t tell)

(Thank you for the ask)

Defernull Tenna had definitely kicked those who tickled his feet and with full force. With people he doesn't like or doesn't know, he would definitely do it on purpose. They would barely touch them and he kicks. Doesn't want them to know he's ticklish there.

For people like Spamton, that would definitely be an accident. Spamton and Mettaton know his worst spots and if they sneak tickles on his feet without warning him, he would kick them with full force. It was quite embarrassing explaining to their private medical crew that it was a tickle attack gone wrong.

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W - wrestling (Cowboy Tenna and Outlaw Spamton)

(Thanks for the ask!) Cowboy Tenna sat in the hideout of Spamton and the crew, blinking in surprise at what the addison suggested. "C'mon T-Tens, let's have a friendly wrestling match," Spamton offered while he's in his gigantic Spamton Neo form, "I wanna check how strong this form is and how well I can stand against someone as strong as you,"

"But Spammy, I don't wanna accidentally hurt ya," the cowboy admitted in a gentle voice.

"Ya won't, Tens. We just hafta make the other tap out. No hurtin' one another. Ya can do things to make them give up, as long it won't hurt. Deal, Tens?" "Deal, Spammy," Cowboy Tenna nodded before he did some warmups, "Where should we wrestle?"

"Let's wrestle in the unused room there," Spamton pointed in the direction before gesturing for his boyfriend to follow him. They both stood in the centre of the room, "Whoever taps out is the loser. The winner can ask any favour from the loser. Deal?" "Deal, Spammy," Tenna nodded as he looked serious, making Spamton Neo grin. The addison was excited to see how strong his dear boyfriend was, "I'm ready,"

Spamton Neo grappled Tenna and tried to put him in a chokehold before trying to suplex him, but the TV was surprisingly strong. With a simple grip and pushing his arms away, the cowboy managed to break free of his chokehold and lifted Spamton Neo up with just one hand as if he was picking up his hat. The addison blinked as he checked his boyfriend's stats, surprised at how large the TV's stats still are despite being in his most powerful form of Spamton Neo.

Spamton Neo sensed the magic pulsing from the TV. It was overwhelming. It was scary. It was exciting. The fact his sweet and handsome boyfriend had so much power made him so proud. "Spammy? You give up?" Cowboy Tenna asked as he still held Spamton Neo up as if he weighed nothing.

"No, never!" Spamton Neo shook his head while he chirped before he suddenly noticed a playful, warm smile on the sheriff. Moments later, the TV gently reached his free hand out and began to tickle the giant addison's sides, "w-whaiat! Whahaht are yooohoo doing? heahahha!" "Tickling you, Spammy," Cowboy Tenna giggled warmly as he continued with the tickles, "I don't wanna hurt ya and ya say we can do things to make our opponent tap out as long as it doesn't hurt. Coochie coochie coo!"

Spamton Neo had been gently pinned down on the floor before Cowboy Tenna continued to playfully tickle the addison's poor ribs, sides and armpits. The outlaw shrieked loudly as he kicked his legs, cackling loudly. He tried to use his free arm to reach for Cowboy Tenna's side. Almost there.

"Coochie coochie coo! Oh golly, you're so ticklish!" Tenna teased as he playfully danced his fingers towards his boyfriend's stomach.

"HAHAHAHAH! NOOHHOT AS TEEHECKLESH AS--NOOHOT THERE!--AS YOU! HAHAHHA!" Spamton Neo squawked before he finally managed to sneak a tickle into Tenna's ticklish sides, "Tickle tickle tickle!" "Eep! heehehehe! Spameeheee!" Tenna made a little squeak before he ,but refuse to stop tickling Spamton Neo.

"Yes, my ticklish Tenna?" the addison feigned innocence as his free hand attacked more ticklish spots, "Coochie COochie Coo! Haehaehahe. You're too ticklish, so just give up," "N-never! hehehehAHHAHA!" Tenna shrieked between laugh-snorts before he aimed to tickle Spamton's stomach, "Coochie cooochie coo! hahaah!! Eehek!" "TENENENA! YER A MEEEHEN TEEECKLE MONSTER! HAHAHAHHA!" Spamton shrieked as he felt his poor stomach attacked. Tenna had let go of Spamton to tickle with both hands, which Spamton Neo returned in kind. Their wrestling match became an all-out tickle fight to see who can make the other laugh loudest.

In the end, they tired each other out and both cuddled in the middle of the room. Both giggling.

"A tie?" Tenna asked, still giggling.

"A tie!" Spamton chuckled, "Haehaheahe. Never knew you could be such a tickle monster,"

The cowboy simply blushed as he looked shy, which made Spamton laugh warmly before giving him a hug.

The End