azuregiggles

[azuregiggles]

Luca & Theo - by @ppystkposts

My OCs from the now completed story "Down The Rabbit Hole" which is part 1 of my original series... for tickle lovers. ehe.

[azuregiggles]

[azuregiggles]

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the tk scene she watched when she was younger and had NO idea why she was so embarrassed

[azuregiggles]

ok but hear me out…

dividers by @dollywons

[azuregiggles]

hehe wowie a redraw of this old thing

When I drew the first version I didn't really put any sort of effort into it lol cause I wasn't really expecting it to recieve any attention, but lo and behold—

you guys went FERAL over that shit and proper surprised me SO here's an actual better quality redraw now that I'm more familiar with drawing Jaxxy boy hehe enjoy

[azuregiggles]

I think we as a society do not utilize a sadistic Mommy Long Legs tickler quite enough

This is vaguely inspired by @trashyswitch lovely fic here so go check it out for yourselves!!!

[azuregiggles]

I miss feeling comfortable on this app.

I miss feeling comfortable in this community.

I miss feeling comfortable on my own blog.

And the worst part is there was nothing. No person. No event. That made me feel like I couldn't be here or be me.

Just my brain telling me that everyone else is okay to be here while I don't belong. That I've done wrong and don't deserve to be here.

I've deleted blogs and come back when I'm feeling confident in myself again but the circle continues. I see others write and draw freely but have this stupid notion in my mind that if I wrote freely or made art that I would be the weirdo that got side eyed and called a creep or freak with a mob after me.

I hate being my own worst enemy assuming the worst.

[azuregiggles]

a tickle doodle

[azuregiggles]

[azuregiggles]

⚠️HAS SPOILERS⚠️

I don't know if you're fully caught up on Solo leveling or taking requests right now but either way:)

⚠️SPOILERS SPOILER⚠️

Could you do a Lee!Jinwoo and Ler!Baek? Like the scene where all the S ranks are sparring and Jinwoo was fighting the guild leader from Japan and Baek held him back, IMO had potential for a tickle scene but IG not 😭

-🌀

Hope you're doing well :)

Awww this idea is adorable, thank you for the ask!! And I appreciate the spoiler warning, though I have finished all of Solo Leveling 💯 this one will be funnn. Also I am doing pretty good other than having an incredibly stuffy nose right now 🤧 I hope you are well as well 😊

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-

Summary: Baek challenges Jinwoo to a sparring session, when an unexpected turn takes place

Lee - Jinwoo

Ler - Baek

⚠️⚠️ This story contains spoilers!! Read at your own discretion. Also there's tickles ~

The air buzzed with quiet intensity as the Korean and Japanese S-Rank Hunters gathered to size each other up. Before the real danger on Jeju Island, a bit of sparring was a good way to warm up—and a good excuse to scope out potential allies (or rivals).

Baek Yoonho stretched out his arms and glanced over at Jinwoo, who was adjusting his jacket like he had zero intention of trying. “Feel like a quick round before the Japanese guys start showing off?”

Jinwoo side-eyed him. “I don’t need a warm-up.”

“Right. You just don’t want to lose.”

That got a slight smirk, and a second later, the two clashed—Baek moving in fast, claws extended but restrained, while Jinwoo met him with smooth, shadow-enhanced dodges. It was evenly matched, at least until Jinwoo tried a sneaky teleport that Baek saw coming.

He intercepted it mid-move, catching Jinwoo’s arm and twisting just enough to throw him off-balance. They landed hard, Jinwoo pinned under Baek..

“That’s a point for me,” Baek said, breath slightly heavy, triumphant.

“Barely.” Jinwoo tried to shift into shadow, but Baek held fast—and felt something odd. A twitch. Barely there, just under his ribs.

Baek paused. “...Wait.”

“Don’t.”

“Did you just twitch?”

“Baek, I swear—”

But it was too late. Baek grinned like a man possessed and poked again—right into Jinwoo’s side. The reaction was instant: a sharp, surprised laugh burst out, and Jinwoo jerked violently.

“Oh my god,” Baek breathed. “You’re ticklish?”

“I was sparring, now I’m escaping,” Jinwoo growled—but his words were undercut by a yelp when Baek dug in again, both hands now skittering at his ribs. The man was intrigued to see someone rumored to be so powerful squirming under the touch of his hands.

“No escaping until I’m done with this very important discovery,” Baek said cheerfully. “You keep secrets too well, man.”

Jinwoo twisted and kicked, but laughter kept bubbling out, wild and unrestrained, “Naahahahaha Baek STOHOHOP!!”

“Nah, I don't think I'm done sparring with you yet,” the now grinning leader had no intentions of stopping any time soon.

“Thihihis isn't even—AHHH NOHOHOHO!!!” Baek had found a particularly sensitive spot right at Jinwoo's upper ribs.

“Woah, I think I just found my favorite spot on you,” Baek was gleaming from ear to ear, inching his way to a spot he knows all too well to be quite ticklish.

Off to the side, a few of the other Korean hunters were pretending not to notice, but it was hard to ignore the Shadow Monarch squealing like a kid while Baek kept poking and prodding like he’d found his new favorite toy.

"Let's see what happens when I....," Baek had successfully hollowed his hands into Jinwoo's underarms, relishing in the loud cackling coming from the boy below.

"NAHAHAHA BAHAHAEK PLEHEHE—*snort*—I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!! AHAHAHAHAHA," the poor kid was trapped too tightly for him to escape, all he could do was laugh his head off and try to grab at Baek's hands as much as possible.

After noticing Jinwoo was on the brink of loosing it, Baek relented, letting him up with a smug grin. “Next time, maybe try taking me seriously.”

Jinwoo glared, dusting himself off and trying to look dignified despite the red cheeks and disheveled hair. “I-hi am taking you seriously. I’m summoning Igris next time.”

“He ticklish too?”

“...You’ll find out when he knocks you into the walls.”

[azuregiggles]

Day 8 - Nuzzles 🐙

Summary: Jinwoo finds himself in yet another dungeon. But this one felt strange. He encounters something unlike he's ever seen before. Or felt...

TW: intense rough tickling and some cursing

Lee: Jinwoo

Ler: Monster 🐙

A/N: This contains no spoilers. Midway Season 1 Jinwoo. He's not quite the little boy but also not the opposite.

Another day, another dungeon. Except he was solo on this one (no pun intended). His goal was to try and get through 5 before end of day. If that was even possible. Something felt off about this one, he thought. Whatever was lurking in at the end of the tunnel gave him a vibe he felt he'd never encountered before.

Continuing forward, he enters a somewhat small-opening area, but there's literally nothing there. Thinking he'd reached a dead end, he turns to head back the way he came from, until he felt the floor rumble.

Then it stopped.

Perhaps there was something here? The blue eyed boy froze, waiting to see if something else would happen.

The floor rumbled again.

Jinwoo positions himself, ready for something to possibly come from underground. He backs up when he sees a little hole begining to form on the floor.

Within seconds, two large tentacle-like objects come flying out from each wall on either side of him. It grabs him by the wrists, lifting him up, with two other arms coming from underneath, grabbing his ankles.

"Wh- what the!?"

Jinwoo pulls at his arms, looking both ways confused at what exactly was going on, and completely oblivious to the three other tentacles appearing right in front of him.

"Argh!! I can't get these things off of me!!" He yells, unfortunately he was by himself.

The three arms reach up, face level with the boy, and begin... nuzzling his neck? What in the world, what kind of dungeon is this??

Jinwoo begins slightly panicking, being that he can't move nor can he stop the ticklish sensation forming around his neck. He's worried this thing might hurt him, he needs a solution, quickly.

"Ahahehe, ugh!! Get these things off of mehehe!" He hates that he's laughing, first off, and growing increasingly annoyed at the fact that he's stuck.

One arm then creeps down to his waist, circling him in a hugging type of way, but the slithering is becoming even more unbearable on his skin. It tickles like hell. The other two arms slide under his shirt, reaching upward to his underarms.

You can't be serious.

Instinctively, Jinwoo starts thrashing around attempting to free himself, holding in his laughter in the moment of panic, but finds it incredibly hard to do so.

The two arms start flicking in his underarms, with the third around his waist now trickling around his belly button.

"Hmmnngg ahahAHAHAHA!! AHHH HAHAHA FUCKK!! NAHAHAHA PLEASEHEHEHEASE!! DOHOHON'T!!"

He's unsure of why he's even asking, begging really. Can it even understand him?

"NAHAHAHA DAHAHAHAMMIT!!" He fights even more to release himself from the tight hold he's in, but with zero luck.

It felt affectionate in the weirdest way, it kept "hugging" him yet it tickled like crazy.

One arm went from under his shirt to back up to his neck, nuzzling it again. He couldn't handle it. It was beginning to be too much.

"HAHAHA PLEHEHE- I CAHAHAHAN'T!!! NAAAHAHA STOHOHOHOP!!"

The arm around his waist slows to a stop, slides down his leg, and stops by his feet. It removes his shoe, and finally his sock.

"GOHOHOD NOOOHOHO PLEASE PLEASE DON'T!!"

Little sprouts form around the tip of the tentacle, individualizing into little tickly strands. His foot was about to be completely covered in ticklish sensations.

Each little tendril wrapped around his foot and placed themselves at each toe, while the bigger main piece remained at the center of his foot.

They all begin scratching, lightly flickering, some faster than the other, and some with a bit more pressure.

"NAHAHAHA OH MY GOHOHOD!!! Jinwoo could hardly breathe. The intensity of his torment was unlike anything he's ever felt. Sure he'd had plenty of ticklish memories in his past, but nothing like this.

10 minutes pass. During that time, another arm had surfaced and took hold of his other foot in the same way the other tentacle did.

He's nearly crying, frustration and giddy disbelief drowning him. He hasn't been tickled in forever but jeez this was not the way he'd want it to come back.

Another 10 minutes pass, and it finally lets up on him, lowering him and quickly disappearing, arms slithering back in their holes.

What the fu- his mind was running wild, he was still catching his breath, trying to put it all together.

He immediately ran out, despite not "finishing" this dungeon. The hell with it. He did not care one bit. All he cared about was leaving and never coming back.

Hopefully he never runs into this dungeon again.

[azuregiggles]

Day 28 - Spooked 👻

Summary: Okarun attempts a silly trick that ends up causing him to pay the price

Lee: Okarun

Ler: Momo

⚠️This is a tickle fic! If that's not your thing, please scroll along🚨

A/N: I've been watching this anime and I'm absolutely in love with it's strange hilarity. I hope you enjoy!

It was a chilly October evening, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the streets of the quiet town. Momo and Okarun had just finished their usual training session and were on their way back from the park when Okarun decided to make a little detour to scare Momo.

"Hey, Momo, I heard there’s an old haunted house around here. Wanna check it out?" Okarun grinned mischievously, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

Momo raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with skepticism. "You know, Okarun, I’m not some scaredy-cat like you. I’m not easily spooked."

Okarun smirked, suddenly feeling the challenge in her words. "Oh, I don't know. You do get easily startled, don’t you? Just a little surprise and you’d be jumping out of your skin."

Momo narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "I don’t get scared by cheap tricks. But… I’ll humor you."

They arrived at the decrepit house, its broken windows and creaky door creating an atmosphere straight out of a horror movie. Momo rolled her eyes but stepped inside with Okarun, who was already acting a little too nervous for his own good.

As they explored the dimly lit halls, Momo could hear Okarun’s footsteps behind her, a little too quick, a little too unsure. The air felt thick with tension, and despite her confidence, she couldn’t help but feel a slight chill crawl up her spine.

Suddenly, there was a loud creak from above them. Momo froze, eyes wide. Okarun let out a strangled gasp, clutching her arm with a terrified expression. "Did you hear that?!"

Momo smirked, turning to tease him, but before she could say anything, Okarun yelled.

"AHHHH! There’s something behind you!"

In a moment of panic, Momo spun around, her heart racing—but all she saw was the shadow of an old chair. No ghost. No monster. Just Okarun laughing uncontrollably behind her.

"Gotcha!" he said, gasping for breath, grinning like a maniac.

Momo’s cheeks flushed a bright red, and she narrowed her eyes at him, feeling the sting of being the victim of such a cheap scare. "You’re so going to regret that," she muttered under her breath.

Before Okarun could react, Momo launched herself at him with surprising speed. She grabbed his sides, her fingers digging into his ribs. Okarun’s eyes went wide as he squealed.

"WahaHAHAHA, WAHAIT! Mohohomo noohohoo! No fahahahahair!" he gasped, wriggling in her grasp.

But Momo was relentless. She hadn’t expected it, but seeing Okarun flailing about—his usually confident demeanor now reduced to a giggling mess—was too satisfying.

"How does it feel to be spooked, Okarun?" Momo teased, her fingers dancing along his sides, knowing exactly where his ticklish spots were.

"AHAHAHA GAHAHA! S-stOHOHO-stooop hehehehe!" Okarun stammered, his face flushed with laughter. His arms were flailing wildly as he tried to pry Momo’s hands away, but she was too quick.

"You’re the one who tried to scare me! You get what you deserve," Momo grinned, pressing her fingers into his ribs again, sending him into another round of helpless laughter.

Okarun bucked and squirmed, finally dropping to the floor in a desperate attempt to escape. Momo backed off, letting him breathe for a moment, but only because she saw his expression—half exhausted, half victorious.

"Okay, okahahahay! I'm sorry, geheez." Okarun gasped, his chest rising and falling rapidly from laughter.

Momo stood over him, hands on her hips, her smug smile the perfect image of satisfaction. "Just remember, Okarun, next time you try to scare me, I’m going to really scare you."

Okarun groaned dramatically. "Spare mee."

"Good," Momo said with a wink, and with that, she left the haunted house, her laughter still echoing in the halls.

Okarun, still recovering from the tickle attack, sat up slowly.

Momo glanced back over her shoulder. "If you ever try that again, I’m bringing out the big guns."

And with that, they left the spooky old house behind, the tension between them now replaced with lighthearted laughter and a bit of friendly revenge.

[azuregiggles]

my part of an art trade with @rachi-roo ! i don’t know this character but he’s super cute, hope you like it :3

[azuregiggles]

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH @dirtpie39 ☺️💖💖💖💖

Do not use without the owner's permission

[azuregiggles]

This is a commission. Do not use, trace, or repost!

THANK YOU SO MUCH @rachi-roo FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND FOR COMMISSIONING MEEE 🥺🫶💞💞💞💞

[azuregiggles]

I hope I mind asking, can you draw Haida getting absolutely wrecked silly by Fenneko?

I love these two!! 💕

[azuregiggles]