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Anyone else ever feel like life is dragging you through too many side quests lately or is it just me?

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by backwoodpriestess

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Ler!Kunikida Tickle Headcanons

Doppo Kunikida is one of my favorite characters in Bungo Stray Dogs for several reasons, one of them being that I think he would be such a diabolical tickler.

So without further ado, here are some of my tickle headcanons for Kunikida as a ler.

Kunikida keeps notes or entire notebooks that document details about the ADA members' ticklish spots.

These notes include the intensity, frequency and conditions of each spot.

He notes the best methods to tickle them effectively (especially if they're likely to pester him).

What teases work best for each member, if any. 

He documents every time he’s had to tickle them and why.

He doesn't have a "favorite lee" but you can bet he's got more notes on at least one of the agency members (*ahemDAZAIcough*).

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Currently working on some BSD tickle fics and headcanons now that I’ve got some BG3 ones finished.

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A Ticklish Remedy

Summary: Shadowheart accidentally tickles Tav with her healing magic and learns something new about the bard.

Characters: Tav(he/him), Shadowheart

Word Count: 1,366

A/N: Inspired by a post (thank you for the inspiration!) I read last week that pondered the possibility of healing magic tickling someone. Shadowheart does have a little bit of a playful side to her so I thought it would make sense to test out the “magic tickles” theory, being a cleric and all. And of course, we have my bard Tav as her victim patient. Enjoy, everyone!

In the privacy of his tent, Tav hissed as a stinging pain radiated from the wound on his side. Injuries aside, he lamented his now shredded vest, and not looking forward to for Astarion's help to repair it or what the rogue would ask for in return. 

Wasting no time with greetings, Shadowheart entered Tav’s tent, now finished with treating the other companions. “All this blood better not be yours,” she said with a huff as she knelt beside him.

Tav gingerly removed his arm from his side, revealing the claw marks that ripped apart both fabric and skin, “how does it look?” 

Shadowheart cursed under her breath then reached out to remove his vest.

“Ah! Wait!” Tav yelped.

"For what, exactly? For an infection to take hold?” She stopped fiddling with his vest and crossed her arms, “Fine! But take the bloody thing off! Your shirt too."

Tav was in too much pain to snap back. He knew Shadowheart was right, but it was difficult to remove his garments in this state. 

“Nine Hells, even Gale didn’t come out of that with something so egregious, how did this happen?” She noted as she inspected the open wounds. 

Tav grinned sheepishly, “I might’ve tried to reason with the beast.” 

“Reason with an owl bear?!” Shadowheart sighed, “did you learn nothing from our last encounter with one?”

“That one had a cub. This one was a lone male taking a nap in our way. I figured we had a better chance of convincing it to let us through. I even tried offering it some food!” 

Shadowheart rolled her eyes, “next time, just wait for the damn thing to leave.” She held up her hands, now illuminated with magic. “Now stay still, this might take a minute.” 

Tav squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to recoil away from the new sensation. 

“Gods, you’re such a baby.” 

Tav growled, “no I’m n– fuck!” He gasped, “be careful!” 

“Shut up. I’m being as careful as I can.”

Tav sucked in a deep breath and let his head fall back, sweat dripping from his brow. He trusted that Shadowheart knew what she was doing, he just wished she would be gentler about it. 

The throbbing pain was soon replaced with a blanket of warmth that rippled gently over his side. Tav exhaled, the worst seemed to be over. Until his nerves were assaulted with a new sensation, one he was more familiar with than he’d like to admit. 

Tav twitched.

“I said stay still,” Shadowheart scolded. 

Panicked, Tav glanced down, the wound was no longer shimmering with blood like before, but he could tell it was still mending. “How much longer is this going to take?” He stammered as wave after wave of magic caressed his side, making him jolt involuntarily.

“As long as it needs to take. Ugh! Tav! Stop squirming!” 

“I’m not!” Tav protested, his voice rising in pitch. He covered his mouth, trying to will his body not to react to the magic’s touch. No, no, no! Not now! Why now?!

Tav was no stranger to healing magic, he’d experienced several times already out in the open alongside Shadowheart and the others. It always came quickly, only leaving him feeling refreshed and invigorated. Could it be affecting him like this now that she was using it gradually instead of casting it all at once?

“Wait…” Shadowheart’s magic went still against Tav’s side. “This… this doesn’t tickle you, does it?” 

Tav looked at Shadowheart with widened eyes. He didn’t dare remove his hands from his mouth, so instead, he shook his head in denial. 

Shadowheart narrowed her eyes... then the magic resume its gentle waves. 

Tav whimpered, pressing his hands harder against his mouth but that would not stop the rest of him from writhing.

Shadowheart chuckled, “this is rather adorable, actually. Has this tickled you before?”

The whole camp already knew that Tav was incredibly ticklish, given that Astarion and Karlach had been tormenting him with it ever since it was discovered. So it couldn’t have been much of a surprise to Shadowheart. However, Tav had never expected her to take advantage of it as well. 

“Shadowheart, please!” Tav pleaded, having uncovered his mouth.

“You can take it, Tav. Just a little longer,” there was a playfulness in her tone that made Tav think that wasn’t the case. He needed her healing, so he didn't dare stop her. But then the magic shifted further up his torso...

Unable to help it any longer, boyish giggles spilled from Tav’s lips as warm puffs of magic glided over his rib cage, arms, and neck. He arched his back and trembled in place as the invisible tickles traveled across his skin, erasing any scratch or bruise in their path; changes he wouldn’t notice until later.

But then magic descended again, spinning over his belly, and Tav’s giggling became louder and steady. He felt so giddy and smiled so wide that his cheeks began to ache. Swirling back up his midsection in what felt like a cloud of feathers, Shadowheart’s magic didn’t leave a single ticklish nerve untouched.

Eventually it faded, leaving Tav curled on the tent floor, shaking with residual giggles. 

“Well, you look like you had a lot of fun,” Shadowheart said, sounding amused. 

Tav hugged himself, stuck with a permanent smile and so happy that he couldn’t even think to reply. For once, he didn’t have to suffer through Astarion’s torturous tickles. 

“A word of advice: next time you want to be tickled, I recommend you go a safer route and just ask Astarion to do it.” 

That was enough to immediately snap Tav out of his blissful state, “what?!” He sat up instantly. “No, no, no – I didn’t like that at all!” He forced out an awkward laugh and proceeded to stammer a reply, “Why–why would you–of course I didn’t like it! That’s so utterly foolish! So childish!” 

Shadowheart snorted, “if I had any doubt before, I certainly don’t now.” She wiggled her fingers at him, embracing a playful side Tav had seen only once until now, “does our charming little bard like to be tickled? Hm?”

Tav’s face flushed a dark red. There was no hiding it now, ‘the cat was out of the bag’ and there was no shoving it back in. He scurried to the tent flap to peek outside, relieved to see the others were around the fire, seemingly oblivious about what just happened.

“Okay, fine, I like it,” Tav whispered harshly, closing the tent flap. “But please, please don’t tell anyone else!” He faced Shadowheart, “especially Astarion!” 

Shadowheart raised a brow, “it seems the man already takes advantage of it whenever he can, why would him knowing you like it make any difference? Wouldn’t that make it better?” 

Tav sat back on his legs and looked at his hands, “I’m… I…” He hung his head, struggling to find the words and wrestle internally with his feelings on the matter. Usually he was so quick with words but when it came to this, well, it wasn’t so easy… 

Fortunately, Shadowheart seemed to take pity on the poor bard, “I don’t quite understand. But since you asked, I won’t tell anyone.”

Tav lifted his head and beamed, “oh, thank you. Thank you!” 

Shadowheart shrugged, “consider this repayment for not prying into my personal business, despite your curious nature.” She stood up and smiled at him, “you’ve no idea how much I’ve appreciated that.” 

Tav rubbed the back of his neck, “then I suppose we’re even.” 

Shadowheart lifted her chin, “now, any other wounds need tickling?” 

Tav stood up to look himself over, relieved to see no more bleeding, oozing wounds anywhere nor the stinging pain that accompanied them. “Nope! I think I’m all put together again, thanks to you! Well, aside from my clothes–” 

He froze, realizing his mistake, then stared at Shadowheart, “oh, you’re think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“You seemed to think so,” Shadowheart winked and left Tav in his tent.

Tav sat down again with a groan. He rubbed his temples, mentally recovering from that embarrassing encounter and pondering exactly why he didn't want anyone to know his secret…

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Good day to you!

Don't forget to treat yourself this week, even if it's a small thing like listening to your favorite song, eating candy, or taking a nap...

It's okay to indulge every now and then and you deserve it after all your hard work!

Take peace, friends.

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Hello, If its not too much can i request lee Kunikida and ler Dazai (platonic) with 🍉 and 🎮. Feel free to decline and i hope you have a lovely day. ❤️

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Kunikida had no idea how Dazai managed to get him away from the office. He never had any real intentions of getting invested in video games but here they were, three laps into Mario Kart. He furrowed his eyebrows as he frantically pressed the keys on his controller, desperate to stay in front of his colleague. He was going to beat Dazai at Mario Kart if it’s the last thing he did! He was sure of if!

“C’mon Kunikida kun!~” Dazai taunted, his tongue poking out playfully as he elbowed his friend.

“Stop that!” Kunikida hissed, shoving Dazai in response. “I’m trying to focus!”

“And I’m trying to win!” Dazai argued back, reaching out to poke Kunikida’s side.

Kunikida flinched and growled but kept his eyes on the TV, desperate to beat Dazai which he thankfully was. However, he had to stay focused. Dazai could easily beat him if he let his guard down.

“Ku-ni-ki-da-kun!!” Dazai sang, emphasizing each word with a poke to Kunikida’s side.

If there’s one thing Dazai knew, it was that Kunikida wasn’t very ticklish. Compared to Atsushi, Kunikida just had no real reaction whenever Dazai tickled his sides, neck or stomach. The poet did have one specific ticklish spot that unlocked one other spot though. One single poke there and Dazai knew his friend would be done for.

“Don’t you even think about it you bastard!” Kunikida spoke up, fully aware of Dazai’s intention as he watched a finger raise in his peripheral vision.

“But I didn’t even do anything yet!” Dazai whined, leaning on Kunikida’s shoulder. “Stop beating meeeee!!”

“Well you might wanna try harder then, you idiot.” Kunikida scoffed, smirking as he got ahead of Dazai. “Oh yeah! Now we’re talking!”

Grumbling, Dazai took a seat on the couch, glaring at Kunikida who sat hunched over on the floor, focused on his current task. Slowly, Dazai scooted closer to the blonde, smiling when Kunikida barely acknowledged his movements.

With his friend now unaware of what would go down, it left room to catch the man off guard. Dazai placed his hands on either side of Kunikida and squeezed just below his ribcage, grinning like a goon as Kunikida let out a yell and hurled the controller across the room.

“GAAAHHH!!! WHAT THE AAIIYYYEEE!!” came Kunikida’s shocked cry. “Nooo!!! The controller!!!”

“Hey! Don’t break my controllers, Kunikida kun!” Dazai cried, digging in with more force.

“MMMMM!! D-Dazai, you menace!” Kunikida huffed, grunting as Dazai continued squeezing his sides. “W-why are you touching me?!?”

“Oh no particular reason.~” Dazai responded, gently gliding his fingers up and down Kunikida’s ribs.

“D-Dazai…let go! I need to grab the controller…HHNNGGG!!”

Kunikida was now struggling not to laugh, Dazai now fueled by his sheer desire to make Kunikida break. He desperately wanted to catch the blonde off guard by suddenly squeezing a new spot in hopes Kunikida would react.

Dazai did just that, making his squeezes more deliberate and intense. Before he knew it, Kunikida was sputtering and trying his hardest not to laugh. Dazai knew that eventually he would crack and kept squeezing from his hips to the underside of Kunikida’s ribs. He’s never failed at making Kunikida break and knew it would just be a matter of seconds before he attained his victory.

“S-stop!!” Kunikida gasped, squeezing his arms tightly against his sides. “This is childish!! Quit this nonsense!!”

“Heheheee!” Dazai only continued, his skilled fingers nimbly dancing along Kunikida’s sides, finally making him laugh earnestly as his fingers kneaded up his ribs. “Ooh! Now you’re ticklish along your ribs? Do I need to make you laugh first before you become ticklish all over?~”

Kunikida shook his head. “S-stohop! Ahaha! Dahahazai you ahahahasshole!! Stop cheating!!”

“Cheating? Me? I’d never!” Dazai gasped, acting all hurt and dramatic before shoving his hands under Kunikida’s arms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! There we go, Kunikida kun! That’s what I wanna hear!~”

The dam was finally broken and Kunikida’s wonderful laughter filled the living room as Dazai tickled his neck, tummy and hips. Overjoyed, Dazai just had to continue and jumped on top of his friend, giggling mischievously as he forced more cackles out of Kunikida.

No spot was left untouched. Dazai was pleased to find that the surprise armpit tickles unlocked ticklish spots he ever knew Kunikida had. A brush to the neck had Kunikida snorting, tasing his ribs caused him to squirm and squeezes up and down his sides left him wheezing.

“Da-HAAAA! Dazai! Dammit! Ahahaa! You better stop before I kick your scrawny a-AAHHHAHAHAA!!” Kunikida all but broke when two hands found their way back under his arms. “YOU AHAHARE A JEHEHERK!!”

“Sorry, Kunikida kun. This is how I will win!~” Dazai cooed, continuing to knead under Kunikida’s arms.

As Kunikida laughed and fell over, Dazai took the opportunity to grab his controller once more and cross the finish line, laughing and fist pumping the air as he released Kunikida from his tickly embrace. The blonde groaned and rubbed his sides while he walked to pick up the controller he threw, sending a glare at the brunette the whole time. Dazai paid it no mind though. He was just happy he made his friend laugh and beat him at Mario Kart.

“Heheheee!!” Dazai giggled, poking his tongue out. “I won!~”

Suddenly, Dazai squawked as a pillow from his couch whacked him in the face. Now sprawled out on the couch, Dazai held his cheek in shock before letting out a yell as Kunikida whacked him again.

“GRRR!! YOU MADE ME BREAK THE CONTROLLER YOU ASS!!” the man fumed, continuously beating Dazai with the pillow.

“Aahh! Ow!! Ahhaha!! That’s your fault for OW! Hurling the controller across the ro-OOOHOHOHOOM!!” Dazai cried, feeling hands on his sides. “No! Kunikida kun noooo!!”

“Yes! I think I’ll have my revenge and tickle you silly!” Kunikida snarled, tickling Dazai within an inch of his life. “You’re gonna pay for that, Dazai!!”

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this! Kunikida and Dazai’s interactions never fail to entertain me! They’re so silly!🤣Thank you for the request!

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Just one more sleep and work day until my weekend! Then I can set aside a good amount of time for writing and planning.

I need to brainstorm ideas for Tickletober, finish some drafted posts, edit some fics – I'm so excited!

I just wish I had more time during the week for all of it 😭 ...

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Parsa Mahmoudi

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Writing isn't the hobby. Being insane about little fake people is the hobby. Writing is just the only outlet i have for that

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"Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

This is one of my favorite BG3 fics to go back to 😍!

It's got everything I love about these two characters wrapped neatly in a lil' fluffy story.

Also Gale using his magic to tickle anyone sounds absolutely mischievous!

Thank you for you the read, @sideshow-cellophane-blog!

Flirting With Pranks

Because I wanted these two to laugh and be happy together

"Gale!" 

"Astarion!"

The pale elf doubled over in his bout of hysterical laughter. He dropped his book on the ground in favor of holding his abdomen, which was tingling as his nerves were toyed with. He tried to fight the bubbling laughter before giving in to the urge - it was too strong. The tingling was turning into invisible yet solid touches, pinching up his hips and sides. 

Astarion collapsed to his knees. "Whahat the FUCK Gahahale?! It tihihickles!"

"It does? Good! It's supposed to."

Astarion slapped a hand over his ear as some invisible soft instrument flicked over it. "Whyhyhy?!"

"I wanted to hear you laugh, darling. And I wanted it to be fun for you." He put his hands on his hips with a satisfied grin. He had never seen Astarion so out of control - the elf had flopped face-first to the ground and was writhing. "It lasts about as long as that laughing curse you keep casting on us in camp."

"Yohou're awful!" Astarion squealed as the tickling moved into his armpits, and his legs kicked out in wheels. 

"I can't help but notice you aren't begging for it to stop, darling. Where does it tickle most? I want to know so I can focus the magic there."

Astarion was not about to tell Gale the magic all seemed to jump around his worst spots, making him spasm and twist in his giggle bouts. He couldn't, and didn't dare, imagine what it would be like for all of his worst spots to be tickled at once. His arms went up and down as his hands tried to soothe his tingling skin. "Fuhuck you!"

"More experimentation it is. I don't mind! You had me cackling like a damn loon yesterday, you know? Wyll and Karlach got the best cuts of meat for dinner and I got bone broth. Clear. Bone. Broth."

"I'm sohohorry!"

"Well yeah, you are now."

"Aha! Heh. Heheh…" The tickling slowed and disappeared, leaving Astarion panting hard on the ground. He was not left alone for long though - Gale sat himself down on the other's thighs and wriggled his fingers into the exposed stomach lying before him. "GAHAHALE!"

"I had no idea you were actually ticklish dear, I simply must try this for myself."

"Oho no you dohohon't!" A struggle ensued, or started to, because Astarion was still a panting mess from the magic tickle attack. He tried to grab Gale's hands as they snaked up his sides and to that bottom rib, but he was too clumsy and panicked to stop the wizard from making him cackle. He squeezed his eyes shut and caved as the other played his ribs like some instrument. "Nohohoho! Gale, haha, GAHALE, stahp! NAHAT THERE! THAT! HAHA! FAHACK! Yes, yehehes, gohoho bahahack dohown! Get awahay FROM OHAHAHA! THEHERE!"

Pinches turned into loops and swipes, then stopped, and Astarion's cackling slowed to gasping giggles. He managed to open his eyes and give Gale a pleading look. 

"Your real laugh is adorable, you know that?" He said fondly. 

"Yohou're an insufferable asshole."

"Are you going to stop casting that laughing spell on us around camp now that I perfected one of my own? Because I can tickle you all day long, darling."

"I…" His smile faltered as he thought, and it returned as a playful and practiced smirk. "As awful as that was, darling, I think it is awfully strange that you created such a playful spell just for me. That wasn't designed to be a one time use, was it? I mean, here you are, on top of me-"

"Oh my gods Astarion."

"And you know? I rather like the attention. And I think you want to make me laugh. Keep making your teasing, playful spells for me Gale, it makes me feel special. Now get off of me so I can exact my revenge when you least expect it."

"It makes you feel- oh you do want another round is what it is? Projecting your feelings onto me, like you aren't the one making us laugh first, I see right through you," His hands began to glow, but the vampire had time to recover. Astarion twisted and threw Gale off, and they wrestled for control. "I'm not giving in!…NO!" Giddy giggles filled the air as they jabbed at each other, and Gale found himself weakening to protect his sensitive stomach. "I'll blow you up you ass, you get that finger OUT of my AHA! SHIRT! "

"Found the tickle button," Astarion had gained the upper hand, literally, and kept wiggling his finger in Gale's navel. The wizard's hands fell to protect himself. "Now we…are…on…the saaaame page. I may be ticklish, but you seem to be far worse off than I. Is that why you felt the need to cheat with magic?"

Gale was giggling too hard to answer. The tables had turned and he was drained from his earlier magic use.

"This is fun dear, and now that I know you're enjoying yourself here too," Astarion paused to admire the man below him. He ran his hands over Gale's stomach to soothe his nerves. "Well," he chuckled. "I prefer being the one to make you laugh. Remember that next time you start a fight I will always finish." He collapsed beside Gale on the ground. They caught their breath together, and Astarion broke the silence once they were quiet again. "So can you teach me that spell? I want to see if Lae'Zel is-"

"No."

"But-!"

"I hate wasting a revival scroll, dear. If that power were in your hands this whole camp would either be at your mercy or I would have to keep bringing you back after they kill you."

"What if I only use it on you?"

"Even worse. If you want to tickle me you have to be brave about it."

"A challenge…I accept. Now cuddle me, if the group isn't back by sundown we can keep playing."

"Gladly, darling."

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The Fedora (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: Shortly after Chuuya joins the Port Mafia, Dazai attempts to steal back the fedora he gave him as a welcome gift. Unfortunately, Chuuya has grown rather attached to it despite his best efforts.

A/N: I had a sudden urge to write for these two boys! We're going back in time for this one, but it's still set in my Primary Universe for this fandom. Think of it as a prequel story! I have some ideas for these two I may visit in the near future as well. In the meantime, please enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,427

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Chuuya’s enraged yells echoed throughout the halls of the Port Mafia’s headquarters, perhaps startling a few who heard it but surprising absolutely no one. Fights between him and his superior were certainly not uncommon, and today was no exception.

“Dazai, you jerk, give that back!” the redhead shouted, hot on the brunette’s heels as Dazai flew around one final corner to get to a door that would lead him outside. Though his face outwardly made him seem unfazed or even annoyed, inside he was having a ton of fun messing with his subordinate.

When at last he felt they’d done enough running for the day, he whirled around suddenly to meet Chuuya face-to-face, stopping him in his tracks and preventing him from either coming any closer or attacking him with a single finger pressed into his forehead.

“Now, now, Chuuya. There really is no need to cause such a racket.”

Chuuya spat a curse at him. “Give it back, you insufferable idiot!”

Dazai played with the fedora in his free hand nonchalantly. “I thought you didn’t even want it. Why are you throwing such a fit?”

“I don’t like that it was yours,” the redhead growled, “but it’s part of my look, and I look good in it. Now I want it. So give it back!”

For a moment Dazai seemed contemplative, and Chuuya swore he’d kill the man if he handed it back to him without more of a fight after making him run through their entire base of operations just to get him to slow down.

But then the brunette placed it on his own head, fitting it easily, like he’d been wearing it all his life (though Chuuya had never seen him with any kind of hat before), and that was even worse.

“That does it!” he screamed, knocking Dazai’s hand away from his face and lunging for him. “Come here!”

The Port Mafia executive fully expected to be punched, kicked, or generally attacked by his rival, but the fingers in his ribs were a most unforeseen surprise. He choked on his own gasp, a single giggle escaping him before he reined himself in, pressing his lips together defiantly, gripping Chuuya’s arm with one hand while he stubbornly held onto his fedora with the other.

“W-Whahat are you—?!”

“It’s my fedora now,” Chuuya grumbled, easily shoving Dazai back until he tripped over the two-brick-high barrier surrounding one of the flower beds in their garden, toppling into the rich soil and colorful blossoms with the redhead on top of him the whole way. “You gave it to me. I want it back!”

At this point, Dazai couldn’t help the flood of giggles spilling past his lips, even as he squirmed and tried weakly pushing Chuuya away, still holding onto that hat for all he was worth. “Chuuya!”

The young mafia member smirked, honestly a little excited to learn that there was, in fact, a way to get Dazai to stop being so smug. He scribbled his gloved fingers all over the man’s torso, more than a little satisfied by the helpless snickering and wriggling he was causing.

“Give it back,” Chuuya demanded, fingers brushing over a spot that made the brunette squeal. He quickly went back to it and dug in harder, kneading into his hips, making Dazai throw his head back and clench his teeth against the harder laughter that threatened to burst now. Chuuya was merciless, tickling that spot continuously, never budging even when his boss managed to push his hand away for a moment. “Give it back, and I’ll stop.”

“N-Nohoho,” Dazai gasped, the hand holding onto the fedora trembling from the effort to keep it there. “Y-You dohohon’t wahahant it!”

“I do want it!” Chuuya plunged one hand into the brunette’s underarm that was exposed thanks to his efforts to keep his hat on, pleasantly surprised when Dazai screeched and shot it down protectively, the fedora tumbling from his head into the flowers. “Oho, good spot, Mr. Dazai?”

Dazai frantically grabbed at his tickling hand with his other arm, cheeks turning redder by the second. “Nohohohohohoho!”

Despite having gotten what he wanted – for Dazai to let go of that stupid fedora already – Chuuya suddenly found he cared less about that than about making this annoying executive laugh himself hoarse. He tried to worm his other hand into the brunette’s opposite underarm, but Dazai was having none of it.

“Come on,” the redhead grumbled, wrestling with him to try and gain access. “Let me in! You deserve this, you jerk.”

“Nohohohoho!”

“Is that all you know how to say now?”

“Chuhuhuhuhuuya!”

Somehow, hearing Dazai helplessly cackle out his name like that was immensely pleasing to the young mafia member. He grinned, finally giving up on his initial strategy to travel back down to his hips, drilling his thumbs in there.

Dazai bucked and weakly grasped at his arms, clenching his fists in the fabric of his jacket. “Ahahahahaha! Chuuya!”

All of a sudden, it hit him what was odd about this situation. It wasn’t the fact that he’d literally tickled his superior into a giggling mess in a flower bed of all things – it was that Dazai wasn’t asking him to stop. At all.

“Hang on – don’t tell me you like this?” Chuuya said, surprised to find that the brunette’s eyes flew open wide at the accusation and looked up at him with a strange, elated terror in them. The redhead stared for a moment too long, then grinned wickedly. “Ohoho…I see.”

“W-Wahahait—!”

“Oh, no, no, no. No waiting. You’ve been hoping I’d tickle you for a while, haven’t you? This is a dream come true for you, isn’t it, sir?”

Dazai whined and turned his face away, blushing furiously but still making no move to stop Chuuya. Still not asking him to.

“Well, if you want it so bad, why are you stopping me from getting to your armpits? Bad spot?”

Dazai shook his head, his grip on Chuuya’s jacket loosening.

Chuuya smirked. “Then put ‘em up, Dazai.”

For a long moment, the brunette hesitated, some kind of internal conflict playing out on his features. Chuuya slowed his tickling to a stop, about to make some snarky comment about how he must not be able to handle it, but his ceasefire seemed to be the motivation his boss had needed. Dazai slowly stretched his arms above his head, face still turned away, though the hopeful glint in his eyes was so obvious Chuuya couldn’t quite bring himself to make fun of him for it.

“Little mafia exec just loves being tickled, does he?” he teased instead, scratching his fingernails into the newly opened up space of his armpits, grinning when Dazai clenched his fists into his own hair and started to laugh in earnest for the first time, squeezing his eyes shut. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you, you could have just said so, you know.”

“Yohohou’d have lahahahauged at me,” Dazai replied, speaking a full sentence for the first time since Chuuya’s attack began. He whimpered when the redhead increased his tickling pressure, but it was obvious he was enjoying the playful torture, even if something in his features still seemed hesitant. “You cahahahan’t tell me you w-wohohohouldn’t have lahahahaughed.”

Chuuya opened his mouth to retort, then thought better of it. He shrugged. “Yeah, okay, I probably would have laughed at you. I can’t deny that. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have done it anyway. Anything to get you to quit being an idiot for a while.”

At this, Dazai flashed him a challenging look through his wide smile, the hesitation in his features beginning to clear up. “Well? Is thahahahat all you’ve got, Chuuya? I expehehehected better from yohohohohou.”

“Oho, all right, Dazai. Now you’re really gonna get it.” Chuuya suddenly snatched up his wrists and pinned them down in the soil, using his free hand to dig deep into his underarm, making Dazai scream in surprised laughter, that last shred of uncertainty thrown out the window to drown in the river. The redhead smiled his first genuine smile of the entire encounter, thoroughly enjoying the turn this confrontation had taken. “I believe the only one laughing now is you, sir. Just like you wanted, right?”

At Dazai’s loud squeal and reddening cheeks, Chuuya suddenly clued in on yet another detail that had him excited to continue this madness for as long as his boss wanted – and maybe a little longer, too.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re getting out of this without a little teasing~”

[thebardnemo]

“Trust me, you laughed louder than an owlbear squeals,” Astarion retorts...

I love Astarion's snark and how creative everyone gets with it.

And getting his comeuppance for using it? Well deserved 👏!

Something as Ridiculous as Tickling

i am experiencing monthly astarion brainrot. i need him tickled bad. took matters into my own hands. oh and because i'm a fucking nerd i decided to write a short fic to accompany it. also click for better quality!

Warning: This is a tickle fic.

Features: lee!astarion, ler!tav and ler!karlach (with lee!tav and ler!karlach at the beginning, couldn't help myself)

Spoilers?: None! This does take place in Act 3, though.

Word Count: 885 (short... can you even call this a fic </3)

Karlach’s laughter rings through the camp, disturbing Astarion's tranquil, meditative state. Tav’s laugh follows. The vampire huffs and opens his eyes, rising from his bedroll. The sun has only risen minutes ago, he assumes, and it is not time for the party to set off yet. Any individual with a brain, whether it be infected with a parasite or not, would still be asleep, or awake and avoiding waking the others until they decide to wake themselves. And of course, as Astarion had learned long ago, Tav and Karlach lack said brain. What are they up to now?

Stepping out of his tent, sunlight hits Astarion’s face. The elf squints; he’s yet to get used to it. Tav’s laughter, by now, has risen an octave, assaulting his ears. A frown painting his face, he approaches the source of the noise – Karlach’s tent – to perhaps grasp what could be so funny this early in the morning. He is met with a sight that… he has not seen before.

“KAHAHARLAHAHACH!” Tav is red to the face, lying on the ground with their arms and legs flailing around helplessly. Karlach, clearly overpowering them, is sitting on their thighs, fingers mercilessly wiggling around their entire torso. Astarion barely registered their movement, as no spot on Tav’s torso was left untouched. The tiefling has a smile on her face, a devilish one, as her hands move, skillfully dodging Tav’s almost pathetic attempts at grabbing her wrists to cease their torment. 

“What? You started this. Revenge is best served hot, my friend,” Karlach says, not stopping her hands for even a second. And there was Tav, losing their shit. Children, is all Astarion can think to himself at their behavior.

The elf clears his throat loudly, catching the attention of Karlach, who finally stops her hands, hovering them over Tav’s sides. They continue to giggle, panting to catch their breath as they open their eyes, wiping tears of mirth. Both look up at Astarion.

“What, if I may ask, in the Nine Hells, are you doing?” Astarion crossed his arms, an eyebrow raised. He wasn’t exactly mad with them, simply annoyed at how loud their antics can get. 

Karlach released Tav, finally, standing up and dusting her hands off. “Tickling the shit out of Tav. That’s obvious, isn’t it, soldier?” She smirks, eyeing them as they sit up, rubbing tingles off their sides. 

“I have two functioning eyes, darling, I can see that.” Astarion’s gaze follows hers, watching Tav recover. He never understood why some fold so quickly at something as silly as tickling. Not that he has experienced it in the past two centuries of his life, but that doesn’t change his stance. The act is ridiculous on its own. “My question is why you felt the need to do it now, and this early in the morning. The whole damn camp must be up in arms, thinking our poor Tav has been hit with Tasha’s Hideous Laughter by an enemy.”

“Sorry, Astarion,” Karlach replies, shrugging. “But blame Tav. They tried tickling me first.” 

“To be fair, you have vampiric hearing,” Tav mutters as they sit up, dusting off their clothes. Seems they have finally recovered. “I didn’t laugh that loud.” 

“Trust me, you laughed louder than an owlbear squeals,” Astarion retorts, earning a huff from Tav. 

“You’d laugh too,” notes Karlach, backing up the one who was her victim a mere minute ago. “If I got my hands on you.” 

“My dear, I am nearly two centuries old. Do you really think I’d succumb to tickling? Don’t make me laugh,” taunts Astarion, tilting his head to the side. Not that knows if he would succumb or not. He’d rather not wait here to find out, though. The vampire was not liking the look Karlach and Tav exchanged as he said that. “Anyway, as lovely as it was conversing with you… intellectually challenged individuals, I do believe our dear Wyll is making breakfast for us.” 

“Won’t succumb, huh Astarion? Sure, let’s see about that.” Karlach’s voice sends a shiver down his spine. The elf spins to face the duo again, just for his arms to be caught by Karlach’s hands. He has to give it to her, she is one strong woman, and he can not pull his wrists from her grip. In an attempt to save himself, he steps back, only to feel Tav’s chest against his back. They were smiling too. Fuck. 

“Seriously, this is childish- mmh!” His back arches as Tav’s hands meet his hips, earning them a panicked smile on Astarion’s face. 

“If it’s so childish, you won’t laugh, right?” Tav adds on with a sing-song tone, and to Astarion’s demise, they begin to wiggle their fingers. 

“Yeah, soldier. You can handle some silly tickling, can’t you?” Karlach’s voice did not make Astarion’s situation any better. Pulling away from her is no use, even if his body is fighting her hands on its own anyway, and he has too much pride to say anything that would get him out of this ridiculous position. 

All he has left to do is pray to the gods that he can handle himself, or that someone will come to his rescue. Though, knowing the band of idiots he’s found himself with… they will only join in. “Ah!” Tav’s hands have found his sides. Gods, help him.

[thebardnemo]

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

[thebardnemo]

I got an Ao3 account finally!

😅 I'll post a link to it once I have stuff in it...

[thebardnemo]

Writing Challenges

A while ago, I was asked how after writing so many tickle fics I still didn't get bored and smh I felt nostalgic thinking of all the things I've done, both for fun and writing challenge!

I'm using my own experiences as examples. These are mostly for tickle fics but might work for other fics too! P.S. I am ofc not a professional writer, just hobby fic writer.

Prompt Lists: Classic but always fun! Make or reblog a prompt/sentence list and let people send you requests. For example this one. Bonus: Write a fic that uses every. single. sentence. from such a list. I did that once :"D (never again)

Themed Challenges: For example Halloween or Christmas. There are many prompt lists to reblog that can help, or you can make your own. My examples: Tickletober, 12 Days, or join/organize a secret santa event with other writers.

Collabs: Write one fic together with a friend. Or... Instead of co-writing, collaborate with an artist, you write, they draw! Example: my collabs with doki!

Prequel/Sequel: Choose an old fic and write a prequel/sequel for it. Or let your followers vote for their fav fics that should get a prequel/sequel! I did quite a few of those during a milestone event thingie where people could request a prequel OR sequel to specific fics. I wrote multiple, but one of my examples: Captain Night Debut.

Rewrite: Take the summary of one of your old fics and use it as a prompt to write a new one, and ofc compare them afterwards. Even better if the fic is so old you don't remember the exact details of it. For me, this fic was one of my rewrites.

One Prompt, Two Fics: Ask a writer friend to join you and choose one prompt, then both of you write a fic with that same prompt. Spot the differences! I did it with Mia but I don't remember which fic it was lolol.

Drabbles: Instead of long fics with titles, detailed build-ups etc. write short drabbles instead. Not enough challenge? Limit them to 3 sentences, or add a speedwriting rule.

Change the POV: If for example you usually write in 3rd person POV, choose to write in 1st person. One of my own examples: Ari & Dante fic, or one of my LADS fics. I also once wrote 1 fic twice from 2 different POVs, that was fun.

Multiple Chapters: If you usually write oneshots, write a multi-chapter fic instead. I started on my victuuri multichapter which is kinda biting dust atm oops.

Screenshots: Take a screenshot of a movie/TV scene and insert a tickle scene into it. Most of the ones I did are lost in the void but basically people submitted anime/movie scenes in my inbox (with a screenshot) and I inserted a tk fic into that scene.

Bystander: The fic is mainly about characters A and B, but you're following the POV of character C. One of my favorite sort of fics which I wrote more often, for example this AsaNoya fic or this 🔞N$FW Free! fic.

Forbidden Word: For example, write a tickle fic, without mentioning 'tickle', 'tickling', 'ticklish' etc. in it. I did this once in this old fic when an anon asked. (thanks @wertzunge for saving this oldie of mine)

Past/Present: Instead of the change POV challenge, if you usually write a fic in past tense, write one in present tense. Or the other way around. A rare occasion I did this was a bad ancient Kingsman fic.

Readers' Choice: End your fic with a poll and let readers choose how the story continues. On my blog these are tagged as #2partfics.

First Time: Challenge yourself to write a bunch of fandoms/pairings you've never written before to this day! I did this for tktober2022, when I made the rule: only things I never wrote before!

Unknown: I mostly only did this for commissions in the past, but try to write a fic for a fandom/pairing you're not familiar with! One of my examples is this Yuukoku no Moriarty fic. Up until this day, I still never saw that anime, but I wrote it thanks to the anime wiki page and watching a couple of scenes on YT.

New Fandoms: Not really a challenge but keep getting into new things to write for!! Don't be embarrassed to take a movie/show that has zero (tickle)-fics and write one. Even if it's old, or very niche, or what they would call unpopular/obscure.

Original Story: Last but not least, the one thing that's entertaining me currently = instead of a fanfic, create your own original story with your own characters. My example is ofc my Sons of Walter series. Definitely would recommend writing with your OCs!

[thebardnemo]

“Oh my gosh!! I think I saw a flea!!!”

This scene was so incredibly playful and cute that I think I developed a new cavity reading it 😵‍💫! I love that even Ranpo got a tiny tickle! So cute!!!

And just imagining Atsushi losing it on the couch but having so much fun at the same time is just... eeeeeeee! So wonderful ✨!

Thank you for making my evening with this fic @mystwrites!

A Little Bit of Joy

Summary: While Dazai always causes chaos, sometimes his antics actually do bring a bit of joy to the ADA members, especially Atsushi

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: As promised, here’s lee!Atsushi and ler!Dazai!☺️

Atsushi wasn’t going to laugh. He told himself to hold it together the moment Dazai began to act silly and for once, it was actually hilarious…and extremely chaotic.

Junichiro and Kenji were on the floor wheezing as Dazai danced around the office, doing a weird dance in front of Kunikida and Yosano who just glared at him. Kyouka wasn’t impressed and neither was Fukuzawa, the two exchanging annoyed looks before shaking their heads at Dazai. Ranpo however was in the same situation as Atsushi, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter.

“Oh no…” Atsushi mumbled.

“Here comes the music…” Ranpo added, cupping his mouth as Dazai brought out the record player from the corner of the office.

It didn’t help that Dazai turned on classical music of all things. Atsushi and the others recognized it quickly as the song with a group of people doing a kick line and shook their heads. Dazai’s feet moved rhythmically to the beat of the music, his loud singing voice mixing in with what was supposed to be good symphony music. Atsushi and Ranpo turned away, cupping their mouths and attempting to stay silent. Kenji and Junichiro making themselves laugh harder than necessary by joining in and dancing together, Naomi deciding to jump in and join the duo.

Atsushi honestly thought the dancing trio looked funnier than Dazai but when he saw the older detective dance over, he knew things were going to get crazier.

“Knee! Kick!! Knee! Kick!!” Dazai hollered, joining the laughing trio. “Come on everybody! Dance and let loose!!!”

“Oh my gosh…” Kunikida groaned. “This…this is the most chaotic thing I’ve seen all year! What is going on here?!?”

“Dazai…” Yosano muttered, glaring at the man. “Stop goofing around…the president is here!”

“It’s fine.” Fukuzawa replied, turning around and acting as if he saw absolutely nothing. “I was just walking out.”

“And just like that, nothing will get done here.” Kunikida sighed, shaking his head.

“D-Dazai san…I think you stole one too many sweets from me…” Ranpo stammered, squealing as Dazai danced over to him and suddenly jabbed him in the tummy.

“Gotcha!~” Dazai sang, poking Ranpo’s tummy a few more times. “There we go! Giggly Ranpo is here!~”

With Ranpo now laughing freely, that left Atsushi. The young detective knew Dazai was on a mission to bring laughter to the office and the stare down they had proved it. Staring at the brunette, Atsushi didn’t know what to do but just nervously smile as Ranpo decided to run away before Dazai could get another jab in.

On one hand, he was positive that Dazai had eaten another hallucinogenic mushroom prior to appearing and was just going insane but another part of him thought Dazai was actually trying to bring joy to the Agency amidst the current case that’s been milking everyone dry of resources, sleep and sanity.

Just as Atsushi was going to humor Dazai and say how hilarious he was (albeit in the most sarcastic way he could muster), he watched in absolute shock as Dazai dove head first into a nearby trash can, everyone either screaming in shock or howling with laughter. All Atsushi could do is stare at the man with big eyes and a jaw dropping down to the floor.

“Yep…Dazai san has officially gone off the rails…” Atsushi thought, now more concerned for his mentor than anything. He felt his left eye twitch as Dazai looked around, the trash can obscuring his vision.

When Dazai finally lifted the trash can off of his head, he shook his messy brown hair, laughing. “Well, at least it was an empty one this time!” he chirped, seeing Atsushi staring at him. “Atsushi kun, what’s with that face?~”

Oh no…Dazai’s sing song voice…

“You look concerned.”

“I-I…I am concerned…” Atsushi replied, still staring at Dazai. “Have you lost your marbles?!”

“Haha! No, nono! Don’t worry, I haven’t eaten any mushrooms for the past week.”

The past week?!? Yeah, that sure is reassuring. Atsushi let his shoulders slump, giving Dazai an annoyed glare as he shifted to sitting cross legged on the work desk.

“Oohhh!! Atsushi kun!! Oh my gosh!!!” Dazai suddenly cried, cupping his cheeks and running over to him.

“What? What???” Atsushi panicked, looking all around.

“Oh my gosh!! I think I saw a flea!!!”

“A flea?! Where?? Where?!?”

“Yes! It’s right here!!”

Feeling Dazai’s fingers suddenly squeeze his sides, Atsushi screeched and flailed, nearly falling off of the desk he had been sitting on. Dazai swiftly caught him before he could fall head first onto the floor and picked him up, carrying him over to the couch.

Plopping Atsushi onto the couch, Dazai immediately went to work. Atsushi was in shock for a few seconds but quickly found himself fighting back, desperate to escape from Dazai, yet enjoying the sudden playfulness all at the same time as ten nimble fingers crawled up and down his sides and around his tummy. Arching his back, Atsushi squawked as Dazai started squeezing up his sides and drilling into his ribs before letting his hands travel back down.

“D-Dahaaazai sahahaan!! N-noooo!!” Atsushi whined, cupping his mouth as he giggled.

“Wait, here!! There’s a flea! And here’s another! Oh my! So many!!” Dazai cried, poking and prodding all of Atsushi’s ticklish spots lining his torso. “I gotta get all these fleas off of you!”

“D-Dahahazai sahahahan!” Atsushi squeaked, giggling harder when his arm was suddenly raised up. “Noohoho! Dahahazai san!! Thehehere’s no flehehea on meehehehee!! ACK!!”

“You’re right. I just wanted an excuse to make you laugh like this.” Dazai admitted, suddenly clawing the life out of Atsushi’s belly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d ever burst into laughter, Atsushi kun!~”

Letting out a cry, Atsushi kicked and flailed, snorting and squeaking every few seconds as he felt Dazai’s fingers press deeper into his flesh. Now unable to stop laughing, Atsushi shook his head and held onto Dazai’s wrists, giving the brunette the most pleading eyes when his fingers slowed to a halt.

“Plehehehease!! Plehehehease!!” Atsushi begged, his cheeks dusted with a bright pink hue. “Y-yohohou’re tihihickling mehehehee!!”

Dazai gasped again, raising Atsushi’s shirt up slightly. “Oh no! I see one more flea!! It’s a big one! Hold still!”

Atsushi shook his head. “Dahahazai sahahan! Dohohon’t even thihihink about i-IIHIHI HIT!!”

Much to Atsushi’s horror, Dazai did think about it and slid his finger into his navel. Atsushi all but howled with laughter, squirming, shoving and kicking. His pleas didn’t do much either, Dazai only encouraged to continue thanks to Atsushi’s loud belly laugh.

This wasn’t the first time Dazai managed to launch a tickle attack on Atsushi. The weretiger was a victim countless times before, but it was never this playful. Most of the time, Dazai just gave him jabs on either side or a squeeze just above the hips to keep him on his toes. However, this was more than just squeezes or pokes. Dazai was swirling his finger inside his bellybutton, forcing out the belly laugh no one in the Agency ever heard.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE!! DAHHAZAI SAHAHAN!! I CAHAHAN’T!” Atsushi squealed, trying to curl up on himself.

“I can’t! I need to catch that tickle flea!!” Dazai argued, gathering Atsushi’s wrists in one hand and using his free one to continue “searching” his bellybutton for the flea.

“I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE!!” Atsushi cried, screaming bloody murder. “PLEHEHEASE!! DAHAHAZAI SAHAHAN!! NOOOOHOHO!!”

“There’s a tickle flea somewhere in there! Don’t stop me, Atsushi kun!” Dazai shouted, Atsushi’s laughter only growing in volume. “I must get this tickle flea or else you’ll never stop laughing!!”

“HELP!! AHAHAHA!! KUHUHUNIKIDA SAHAHAN!!” Atsushi wheezed, screaming loudly. “KEHEHENJI! JUHUHUNICHIRO!! RAHAHANPO SAN!! HEHEHEHELP!! MAHAHAKE HIM STOHOP!!”

“Those three won’t help! They know the tickle flea will just jump onto them and I’ll be forced to do this to them!” Dazai sang, suddenly using one hand to tickle Atsushi’s neck while the other swirled around the rim of his bellybutton. “And Kunikida kun…”

“Is right behind you.” Kunikida finished, suddenly grabbing Dazai by the collar of his coat and flipping him. “You’re in for it now you bandaged idiot!! Lie down and stay still!”

“Aaahh!! Wait! Wait, wait! Kunikida kun!” Dazai stammered, sounding rather nervous. “Plehehease!! I was juhuhust playing around with Ahahatsushi kun so he freely laughed! NOOOHOHO!! ATSUSHI KUN HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Shut up, Dazai! He won’t save you!” Kunikida growled. “I’ve had enough of your shenanigans for the day!”

Sure, this whole little laughter session was unplanned, but Dazai really did bring joy and some stress relief to the Agency. Atsushi couldn’t help but smile as he recovered, Kenji, Junichiro and Ranpo all joining him to make sure he was okay while watching Dazai suffer Kunikida’s wrath.

After things settled and work had concluded for the day, Atsushi was getting ready to leave when he found Dazai sitting on the couch, staring off into the distance of the city. Deciding to keep him company for a bit, Atsushi took a seat next to his mentor, looking out at the city. It was very peaceful and beautiful to Atsushi and he didn’t comprehend the cushion of the couch shifting nor Dazai turning to look at him.

“Hey, Atsushi kun.” Dazai whispered, finally acknowledging him.

“Hi Dazai san. You looked lonely.” Atsushi replied, noticing Dazai’s facial expression change slightly in a way he couldn’t figure out. “I hope you don’t mind me keeping you company for a while.”

Dazai smiled gently, reaching out and giving Atsushi a head pat. He knew his mentee loved receiving the head pats. “I don’t mind.”

“Also, thank you.”

“Hm? For what?”

Atsushi smiled and turned to Dazai. “For always making me feel comfortable here at the Agency. I really appreciate it.”

The smile widened as Atsushi’s words sunk in. Dazai let out a soft chuckle and playfully ruffled Atsushi’s hair even more, forcing soft, sweet giggles out of the young detective.

“You’re welcome, Atsushi kun.”