Hi! Welcome to my little tickle blog :D I am a MINOR and a literal CHILD, so NSFW blogs PLEASE DNI! If you're an adult, don't be weird. Some of you could be my parents. Ageless (with no indication of age) or 25+ blogs, please DNF. This blog is completely SFW.
I'm Trixie, or Trix, and I'm Aro-Ace Lesbian! As you can tell, I love How to Train Your Dragon, and I'm also oddly obsessed with Sofia the First but I don't have Disney+ so it's been a while since I've seen it. I am also a fan of Haikyu and Avatar the Last Airbender, among other things I'm too lazy to list.
I'll mostly talk about tickling which include lots of loooong rants about what happens in my life and occasionally reblogging tickle fics or art I find interesting, but also random posts about ✨lifeee✨✨✨
I would love to make new friends here, so feel free to DM me! I'm a bit awkward and still learning the fine art of social interaction though so bear with me 🫠
I can only access this account from my computer though so I might not be very consistent with posting but I usually won't go MIA for too long
I've seen some people use tickle-ghost's chart, which can be found here so I decided to have some fun too :)
Also! Here is a list of things I'm currently very invested in!
Project Hail Mary, and Rocky
Jujitsu Kaisen
Haikyuu and volleyball
Crochet
Fencing (the sport not the garden type)
EPIC the musical
and ofc tickling (I mean have you seen this blog?)
does anyone know any good crochet patterns for Rocky or Adrian or pebbles or literally any Eridians
I'm pretty new to crochet so I can't freehand one and I still can't tell what patterns are good, bad, or straight up AI but I reaaallly want to make a sentient rock alien plushie
A bit angsty because it starts with Grace on the Hail Mary and then there’s a flashback. But mostly it’s happy :)
Switch!Colt, Switch!Grace
Summary: Grace is allowed a family visit a month before launch. Colt certainly makes his presence known.
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I only got to see Colt once before the launch. He obviously didn’t know what was happening, and neither did I. Stratt insisted on a “family visit” day for all the higher-up members of Project Hail Mary.
I suppose it wasn’t planned as a final goodbye, given that it was before the explosion, but you never know with her.
Small mercies.
Colt was the only one who could come. I remember it now.
All too well… his favorite song. I smiled to myself.
I toss the beanbag in my hands up towards Mary’s cockpit “ceiling.” It accelerates endlessly, infinitely, in zero gravity. The beanbag makes contact and spins back down to me. I’m not wearing glasses so it hits me square in the nose—a blur of green and blue yarn.
***
I stared at the empty sky. Everyone else’s family had already arrived. I turned back to head to the science building alone, losing hope. Just as I took a few steps away from the landing pad, I heard the distant roar of jet engines.
Oh. He made it.
Colt hopped out of the jet, cool as a cucumber. As if he did this every day.
He probably did, to be honest.
“Well if it isn’t Dr. Ryland Grace!” Colt called, striding confidently towards me.
I had to actively frown to avoid having some weird reaction, like being happy to see him or something. Imagine.
“You’re late,” I complained, meeting him halfway. “And would you keep it down?” I hissed.
“Why? Aren’t you a big shot around here?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way—“
“Come on, I want the grand tour,” Colt grinned, elbowing me in the side.
After I gave him his “grand tour” (the trailers, the launchpad, the science building), I brought Colt around to a quiet clearing behind my trailer.
“You’re not gonna invite me inside?” He needled.
“It’s cramped in there,” I said. It was true—they’d given me the closet-sized one. Not that I minded too much.
“Oh, so not as much of a big shot as I imagined, eh?”
I ignored him and sat down on the bench. Our breaths fogged in the chilly Baikonur air.
“What are you up to these days?” I asked him awkwardly. I felt a little guilty that I’d barely spoken to my twin brother in the past few years.
“Filming more movies,” he said languidly. “Setting myself on fire. Throwing myself at walls. Getting beaten up. The usual.”
I nodded slowly. It had been too long since we last fought about his lifestyle choices and I wasn’t in the mood to rekindle that argument. “Are you still seeing that director?”
His face lit up and I couldn’t help but smile. “Jody, yeah,” he said, staring off into the sky with a smile. “She kind of dumped me, but then we got back together. It’s been great.”
His joy was contagious. “I’m glad,” I murmured.
I didn’t push for more—marriage, kids, etc. Speaking as a single middle-aged man, I knew those questions were annoying as fudge.
He looked over. “Hey, there we go.”
“What?” I asked.
“You’re smiling again,” Colt grinned.
“I- well, yes, but what’s your point?”
“You’ve been so serious today,” Colt complained. “For a second I thought saving the world had made you all stoic and boring.”
“I’m not saving the world,” I protested, eyes downcast.
“You literally are.”
“No,” I said sadly. “Yao and Ilyukhina and Dubois are.”
Colt exhaled slowly, the breath whistling through his teeth.
I blinked away tears.
“It’s super…” He searched for the right word, “…solemn out here, huh,” Colt mused.
I nodded.
“Listen, I’m… I’m glad you found something so meaningful to spend your time on,” Colt murmured genuinely. “Not that teaching wasn’t, but I don’t know… you seem like you have a community with these people. It seems like people appreciate you.”
I looked back up at him. It had been a long time since he’d been so sincere with me.
I cleared my throat. “Thanks, Colt,” I said, my voice cracking.
“Yao, Ilyukhina, Dubois,” Colt mumbled. “I heard about them on the news. Are you close with them?”
”I spent hours training Dubois on the science of astrophage,” I explained. “And I taught Yao and Ilyukhina some basics as well. And all three of us spent a lot of time in meetings together.”
He nodded.
“I’m sure you did a great job, Ry,” Colt said. “They’ll be such experts that astrophage will come out of their ears or something.”
I let out a feeble laugh.
“C’mon, bro, you can do better than that,” Colt chuckled. I yelped as he hooked an arm around my neck and pulled me in for a noogie.
“Gosh, Colt, whahat’s up with you today—“
He messed up my hair even further and I tried to shove his hands away. “Can you give me something more than a dying man’s last breath as a laugh, dude?”
“That’s not— Lemme go,” I whined.
He only tightened his hook around my neck. “I learned all sorts of chokeholds for my last movie. Just saying.”
I pursed my lips and made a grumbly sound of annoyance. Neither of us did anything for a moment, and then he squeezed his bicep and forearm together to squish my neck even further.
“Ack- Colt! You’re choking me, dang it—“
“C’mon, Ry, curse me out like a real man.”
“You’re asking for this, you jerk.” I scribbled my hand up Colt’s exposed side from his hip to his armpit like a spider.
Colt flinched away from my hand, his hold on my neck loosening. He made a squealing noise that I hadn’t heard him make since we were just kids messing around. “Hehey, don’t!”
I snickered. “Now let me go.”
He growled. “No.”
Colt shifted his arm so he was gripping the nape of my neck with his hand. He squeezed three times and I went berserk, sinking down in my seat and kicking out like a lunatic. I exploded with squeaky giggles and my cheeks burst into flames.
“COHOHOLT!”
Colt skittered his fingernails around the sensitive area. “Now that’s a real laugh,” he said smugly. “It’s kind of adorable that this still works on you.”
I batted weakly at his hands. “Gohosh daharn it— Stohop that!”
“Not happening,” he said. “Fuhget-about-it,” he added in that silly New York accent we both do.
Colt scratched gently behind my ear and I squealed. He chuckled along with me.
I wasn’t going to take this lying down, dang it. I twisted my torso to face him, pressing my shoulder towards the side of my neck that he was tickling to protect it. Colt had an arm propped up on the back of the bench and snaked around my shoulders to reach my neck, leaving his armpit wide open. Bingo.
I plunged my hand under his arm and wiggled my fingers desperately, trying to cover as much surface area as possible. Colt burst into giggles, his arm shooting down and releasing my neck to protect the sensitive spot.
“Oh, not so smug now, huh?” I prodded. I squeezed and scratched at the hollow of his armpit.
“STOHOHOP- Get outta thehere!!” Colt leaned desperately away from me, sliding down the bench, but he was too weak from laughter to shove me off or run away.
“Does Jody know about this?” I teased relentlessly. “Does she know she can take down Mr. “Danger is my middle name” with just a few wiggling fingers?”
“SHUHUT UP!”
“Oh, man, your face is so red right now,” I grinned.
“RY, STOHOP—CONVERSE!”
I stopped as soon as I heard it. That was our code word when we were kids, when one of us was in a situation we didn’t want to be in and needed out immediately. And yes, we sometimes used it when one of us was pinned to the floor and being tickled within an inch of our lives. Usually it was me.
“You okay?” I asked. Yes, I was a smidge concerned.
He caught his breath, huffing and puffing dramatically. “Motherfucker.”
Another time I’d have said “Language,” but today, I quipped, “Would be concerning if that was the case. Considering the twin situation.”
“Smartass,” he said, and then suddenly he was tackling me to the ground. I landed on my stomach, bracing my forearms against the dirt.
“OWWW… Colt, seriously?” I whined.
I felt him straddle my hips and I grunted an “oof.”
“You’re such a baby,” he complained. “Anyway, did you think I was gonna let you have the last word—Uh, the last tickle?”
“Ugh, let me up,” I grumbled. “I laughed for you already, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, no, mission accomplished in that regard,” he chuckled. “You see, little bro, this is about my pride.”
“You’re only four minutes older— AH!”
He had started pinching up my ribs in the middle of my sentence, and I broke down into wheezy giggles. “Cohoholt- OKAHAY I’m sorry for tickling you!”
“Compelling apology,” he said nonchalantly.
“So why aren’t you STOHOPPING?!”
Colt began to torment my upper back, clawing and massaging at my shoulder blades—between them, around them, under them. He dipped into my armpits every so often. I screeched in ticklish agony.
“Just doing it for the love of the game, bro,” Colt replied smugly.
“OKAHAY okay come OHOHON, tell me what you want and stop alreheheady!”
“Hmm…” Colt drew it out smugly. “I want you to…”
“JESUS CHRIST, JUHUST TELL ME!!”
He slowed his fingers to a gentle skitter across my back. I settled into soft, snorting giggles again. “Fine. I want you to call me more often,” he said.
“Okahay, I will,” I promised.
He climbed off of me. “And I want you to be in my life more. And meet Jody.”
“I can do that,” I grunted, taking his offered hand and letting him pull me up. “Launch is in a month. After that, I’ll be much more available.”
He pulled me in for a hug. We hadn’t done that in a while. I found myself melting into it, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his shoulder.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” Colt said. His voice was so fragile it could shatter.
“I will,” I mumbled.
“I’m serious,” he said. “I don’t want to find you in the state I found you today.”
I pulled back and we started walking back to his jet. “What state is that?”
“Sleep-deprived. Stressed out. Sad.”
I made a punched-out noise. “Jeez.”
“It’s true.”
I shrugged. “It’s a demanding job.”
“So is stunt acting, but you don’t see me doing my stunts without safety gear.”
We reached his jet. He took my face in his hands.
“What’s this?” I gestured at the weird embrace situation.
“Just shut up and listen,” Colt rolled his eyes. “Be careful. Good luck with the launch.”
I nodded slightly. “Thanks.”
He patted my cheek lightly. “I love you,” he said, unexpectedly.
We both stood there a moment, surprised.
I squeezed his hand three times in reply. I love you.
He started walking towards the jet. Before he got in to the passenger seat, he pointed a stern finger at me. “Eat your fucking carbs, man, your brain runs on glucose,” he shouted over the roar of the jets.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
There was a lump in my throat as his jet took off. I turned to walk back to my trailer.
Thanks for that one, Stratt.
***
I caught the beanbag one more time and took a deep breath before getting up.
wave at a person, but instead of being normal and waving your hand, do a body wave. Like the wave thing you do with ur arms, or like from feet to head or head to feet. Create a literal water wave. Sound waves count too but that might be a bit too hidden.
so today Alex was feeling a bit more chaotic than usual apparently, and attacked me in front of people until I was like on the ground dying, and I see my friend walking over. Alex leaves, and I go talk to said friend
this is the same person who wiggled her fingers instead of saying the word btw
so I assume she saw my very obvious collapse, and I say something about Alex being mean cuz that feels better that pretending I was not just on the ground dying, but it turns out she did not see what happened and I have just confused her 😭 so, since I also do not like the word, I explain what happened by also wiggling my fingers. And honestly she looked so cute 🥹🥹🥹🥹 it took 2 tries for her to get it maybe cuz I was too subtle the first time so I doubt she's one of us but ARGH she basically did the human version of scared puppy eyes and her entire body language shifted to the most polite version of "oh shit" possible 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I did not finish said project. I did half of it, put it in another layout, plotted the rest of it, and went to sleep. I lost the sheet of paper where I plotted the layout. I didn't like what I came up with. And switched it to the worst layout possible that the teacher provided just to finish it. 🤪💀👍
imagine a tkl fight in here.
soft cushions all around you as you and a friend, partner, or person you love in general are just tossing one another around, each tryna get the upper hand by burying their face fingers into the other persons tklsh spots
jskdkdjckekxkkx
and then ultimatelyjustgivinginandgettingtkldyourself
wait I read like a series of tickle fics when I was younger about sth like a tickle utopia if that makes sense and there were areas that were basically shallow pits like the picture lined with pillows and stuffies where a lot of tickling happened
and for some reason I never thought these existed???? I genuinely thought that person made it up and it was just a cute idea for a place to cuddle and have tickle fights
…okay so what if the problem with the taomeba never happened on the way back home. What if the radiation never got onto the Blip-A. What if Rocky ended up back on Erid, and Grace made it back to Earth. What if they missed each other desperately forever.
What if Grace made a lopsided crochet Rocky and cuddled it every night.
What if Rocky couldn’t stop making xenonite puppets of his alien friend.
What if I made myself cry, what about that? Huh? What then?
I CRIED FOR 51 PAGES STRAIGHT, STARTING ON PAGE 427 WHEN THEY SAID GOODBYE TO PAGE 478 WHEN THE BOOK ENDED
GRACE WAS WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF FOR ROCKY
Holy character development. In the beginning, Grace was unwilling to save Earth if it meant he died in the process. It was the planet he'd grown up on, with several people, including his kids, who he knew. But by the end, he was willing to sacrifice himself to save a planet and its people who he never knew and who never knew him, save for Rocky.
And in the end... HE DIDN'T DIE!! HE GOT TO SURVIVE ON ERID... AND TEACH??? HE GOT TO TEACH THE ERIDIAN CHILDREN??????
SOOOOBBBBBBBBBINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG
ALSO the writer purposefully jumpscared us. When Grace was making the decision to save himself or Erid, this happened:
"I'm sorry, Rocky."
WHAT. WHAT YOU'RE LEAVING HIM??? YOU'RE LEAVING HIM TO DIE??? NOOOOOOOOOO-
"I know you would've wanted to study at least one of the beetles, but I had to send all four of them back to Earth."
...YAY HE'S SAVING HIM
LIKE THE AUTHOR MADE US THINK HE WAS ABANDONING ROCKY BUT HE WASN'T!!!!! IM SO FUCKING HAPPY AND THIS BOOK HAS EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED ME 10/10 WOULD AND WILL READ AGAIN
hi I've been gone for a bit, if anybody is interested in knowing why it's cuz ASSESSMENTS.
Final this, final that, it feels like my head is on the chopping block and I'm doing a deadly tango around knives (deadlines) to avoid getting my ass whooped
My last one is on tuesday. Freedon is so close, I can taste it 🥺
what if i chased you around school and wiggled my fingers at you until i inevitably catch up, like what would you do in this situation perhaps and would it happen because i will do this because this would be very fun in my opinion
I would run like hell
just disappear
and no u won't catch me even if u run run as fast as u can u can't catch me I'm the gingerbread man 😤😤😤 u aren't Tony Stark ur not inevitable
