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Mr. Puzzles Deserves Some Christmas Spirit

Mr. Puzzles is trying to take down SMG4. But knowing Christmas is closer to coming, SMG4 tries to come up with a more...innocent way to take down Mr. Puzzles. And it's not anything violent...

This fanfic was for @anxious-lee-ler on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy!!!

SMG4 was searching through the basement, looking for some Christmas decorations. It was nearing Christmas, meaning the group could decorate their place. SMG4 moved himself through the Christmas stuff, moving little bags of wrapping paper, bins of tinsel and boxes of decorations out of the way. But there seemed to be a problem: SMG4 couldn’t find their new christmas tree! 

He knew it had to be here somewhere. He had just bought the fake tree a month ago! How could a giant box go missing so fast?!  

But SMG4 was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a shuffling sound. Surprised, SMG4 widened his eyes and froze in place. Fearing the worst, he turned around. “H-Hello?” SMG4 called out. 

The man listened for a sound…any sound…But only came up with nothing. So, SMG4 went back to searching. 

SMG4 moved a couple more boxes towards the ladder. These boxes had the tree ornaments they had managed to save from the rubble of the old castle. Though there were ornaments missing (for obvious reasons) and a couple of them had been broken, SMG4 still salvaged them, and hoped to put them onto the new christmas tree. 

The man had just managed to place another ornament box down onto the ground, when he heard some more shuffling. SMG4 stopped searching and quickly looked around to see if he could catch anything moving. But as he suspected, nothing was behind him. Poor SMG4 mentally began to hope he was just hearing things…

Hopefully it isn’t Depresso the clown and his rat friends again…They had been a menace the first time, and he knew Depresso and the rats were hidden somewhere underground. Where though, he had no clue. And he had no desire to find out. 

SMG4 slowly returned to searching, though he kept an eye on any more sounds. He moved one box, and then looked behind him. He moved another two boxes, and checked behind him again. He moved two more boxes, and checked behind him. 

It was only this third check that SMG4 FINALLY saw a black shadow moving behind him. The creature looked…slender and skinny? 

SMG4 widened his eyes. So there IS a creature moving around down here! His ears aren’t deceiving him! But…With that in mind, who was it?! 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes and moved himself towards the area the shadow had run off to. Fearing the worst, SMG4 opened a box and picked up an empty cardboard tube. Though it wouldn’t do much damage, it should surprise the person if he hit them across the head with it. 

SMG4 slowly moved his way up to the corner, nervously holding up the cardboard roll like a baseball bat. His hands were shaking, and he looked nervous. On one hand, he was NOT in the mood to deal with any shadows lurking in the basement. But on the other hand…SMG4 HAS to figure out what’s down here! If he doesn’t, then who knows what’ll happen! 

Slowly, he walked up to the low tower of boxes, and peered over the other side. Let’s see what this creature is. 

Suddenly, a light turned on! 

Wait! That’s no light! That’s a SCREEN!

“WELL, WELL, WELL!” The screen suddenly declared, jumping out of his hiding spot and into the open area. “Well, look who it is!” The shadow cheered happily. 

“AAH!” SMG4 hit the shadow on the head with the cardboard roll. 

“It’s- Ow!” The screen jumped back slightly. “Hey!” SMG4 widened his eyes, noticing as the creature stumbled back. So it DOES work…

“Welcome to-” SMG4 whacked him again. “OW!” The creature fell back a bit, before shaking its TV head and looking at him. “Ahem…My apologi- Ow!” The creature yelped as he was whacked with the roll again. “SMG4- OUCH! Stop it!” The creature held out his hand to block it. “Now hold on-” The roll smacked him on the hand this time. “OW!” The creature reacted, holding the back of his hand. “Geez, you’re strong!” The person reacted. 

SMG4 pointed to the creature. “What are you doing here?!” SMG4 asked. “I thought I got rid of you!” He reacted. 

“Ooooh, SMG4…” The creature’s screen grew staticky as its face grew deranged. “You really think a few hits can bring me down?” 

WHACK! 

“Get back, Puzzles!” SMG4 yelled at him. 

“Ow!” The creature rubbed the side of its TV head. “Though you have a strong hand, I’ll give you that.” The creature admitted. 

“Stay back, Mr. Puzzles!” SMG4 warned. “Or I’ll destroy you again!” He threatened. 

“Oh, SMG4…” The creature leaned in. “Don’t you know it’s christmas time?” The creature laughed. “The time for joy! And excitement! A time for giving! And opening presents!” The creature cheered. “And depending on your religion, a time to celebrate and take a much-needed rest!” The creature mentioned. 

SMG4 widened his eyes for a moment, pausing…Only for him to reel back the cardboard roll again. But Mr. Puzzle’s finger moved up to Four’s face. “Ah ah ah~” He wiggled his finger. “Christmas isn’t the time for violence~” Mr. Puzzles warned. “You wanna get presents from the big man in the north pole, don’t you?” Mr. Puzzles asked him, pointing to the ceiling. 

SMG4’s face softened slightly. As much as he hated it, Mr. Puzzles had a point. If SMG4 wants presents this year, then he needs to be smart about this. No violence. Something merciful to keep Mr. Puzzles in line…At least until Christmas is over. 

But with that in mind, what can he do?!

“Aaah, I see you’re lowering your weapon!” Mr. Puzzles reacted. “What a wonderful start!” He cheered happily. “Now: if you still want to beat me down, I would like to see what ‘passive’ options you come up with.” Mr. Puzzles leaned in with an excited face. “Indulge me, Four!” 

SMG4 had to admit…He had no ideas. Not yet, anyway. How does one inflict pain in a way that doesn’t hurt the person? There’s no such thing as that! …Right? 

SMG4 began to think carefully. 

“Oooh, we’ve got a thinker on our hands. Please, take your time. And make it count!” Mr. Puzzles announced. 

SMG4 thought for a few more moments. Would teasing count as a ‘naughty’ thing to do? Surely yes, right? So that’s off the table. What about a pillow fight? As fun as that would be, SMG4 feared ending up on the naughty list because he broke Mr. Puzzle’s glass face. Maybe in the future. But for now? No pillow fights. 

Gosh…this was proving to be tough. 

“Tough choice, huh SMG4?” Mr. Puzzles teased. “Well, no need to worry! We have several hours, and many days until Christmas!” Mr. Puzzles declared. “Which means, plenty of time to come up with my doom!” 

SMG4’s eyes suddenly widened as an idea filled his head. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this reaction immediately. “Oh?” He reacted. “Does someone have an idea?” He asked. 

SMG4’s face morphed from shock, to pure mischief in a matter of seconds. This facial change alone, made Mr. Puzzles nervous. Did he do it? If so, what did he come up with? Is it gonna hurt? Will it be psychologically scarring? What kinda punishment could SMG4 have come up with?! 

“It looks like I DO have an idea.” SMG4 declared, in a rather smug tone. “Something…Almost no one would’ve thought of. Something that perhaps, Santa may approve of.” SMG4 taunted him. 

Little droplets of sweat filled Mr. Puzzle’s face. Uh oh…He didn’t like that response. Something told him this was NOT gonna be fun…Maybe fun for SMG4, but not for himself. 

“I just have a small question to ask you:” SMG4 told him with a big smirk on his face. “Are you ticklish?” 

Mr. Puzzle’s TV face morphed from fear, to confusion…to horror in a matter of seconds. “Wh- HUH?!” Mr. Puzzles backed up slightly. “I-I-” 

“What’s the matter, Mr. Puzzles? Wasn’t what you expected?” SMG4 asked him with a chuckle. 

Mr. Puzzles stared at him, and took another step back. “D-Don’t you dare.” He warned. 

“Don’t dare what?” SMG4 asked. 

“I-” Mr. Puzzles tried to run away, but ended up tripping on a box behind him. “Uh OH!” Mr. Puzzles yelped as he fell onto his back. “Ow-!” Mr. Puzzles shook his head and held it, before widening his eyes at the white and blue man standing right beside him. 

“Took a little tumble?” SMG4 asked with a spongebob-like smirk. “Don’t worry. This’ll be over as soon as you promise to not cause trouble this christmas.” SMG4 told him, cracking his knuckles backwards. 

“I won’t bother you during christmas! I promise!” Mr. Puzzles tried to protest. 

“Oh, I know. But I need to be sure.” SMG4 started off tickling the closest side to him. 

Mr. Puzzles jumped and yelped, before actively lifting SMG4’s hands off him. Just for a moment, SMG4 looked shocked. But that surprised face quickly reverted to calm as he moved his hands back. “Fine. Looks like I’ll have to go for the armpits next.” SMG4 declared, scooting himself up to his chest and shoulders. 

“NO!” Mr. Puzzles shrieked and tightened his arms against his sides. “NO. You’re NOT!” 

SMG4 widened his eyes slightly, before carefully lifting up Mr. Puzzle’s arm himself. Surprisingly, Mr. Puzzles’ strength was very…weak right now. Because SMG4 was perfectly able to grip and lift up his arm with no problem. Looks like Meggy’s work out routine is helping him! “H-Hey!” Mr. Puzzles grunted and tried to lower his arm. But for some reason, SMG4’s strength was overpowering him! How in the world?! 

“Well, isn’t this a funny day?” SMG4 reacted with a chuckle, before shoving his fingers into Mr. Puzzle’s underarm. 

“NOOO!” Mr. Puzzles squealed and shrieked, as he tried to squish Four’s fingers under his arms. But SMG4’s strength, mixed with his lack-of strength, was making SMG4 overcome whatever stood in his way. Or rather, whoever stood in his way. 

SMG4 weaved his fingers deeper in and started digging and fluttering his fingers. 

Mr. Puzzles shrieked and guffawed, squeezing his eyes shut as he did all he could to keep his laughter in. “N-NO! S-STOPIT!” 

“Poor Puzzles…Is someone unable to handle the tickles? We barely started!” SMG4 reacted. 

“Y-YEHES!” Mr. Puzzles squeaked and shook his head. “Well, I don’t know if you noticed…But you’re telling me yes, and your head is telling me no. So which one is it?” SMG4 asked somewhat casually. 

“SH-SHUHUT UP!” Mr. Puzzles grunted as he tried his hardest to keep his laughter from escaping his TV speakers. 

SMG4 was smirking as he heard bits of laughter slowly escaping the man’s speakers. “If you let out the laughter, then-” SMG4’s words trailed off as he observed the buttons on Mr. Puzzle’s TV head. “Hmmm…I wonder…” 

“W-Whaha?” Mr. Puzzles looked up at SMG4, showing slight confusion amidst his attempts to stop his laughter. 

SMG4 reached his other free hand over to the buttons. Looking down, SMG4 quickly notices Mr. Puzzle’s widening eyes. He places a finger onto a button first. 

“H-HEY!” Mr. Puzzles reached up, but jumped as the finger pushed down on the button. Just a single press of the button made him squeak. 

SMG4 looked surprised as well. “Oh wow…” He reacted, moving to another button. 

This one appeared to be the volume dial…Cause when he touched it, he quickly noticed the jump and giggle from the TV villain. “STAHAP! Ohoho gohod- Nahahat thehere! Nahahahaha!” And when he turned the dial, his laughter seemed to increase! “Hehehey! StahapstOPSTOPNO! GAHAHAHAHA!” 

This shocked SMG4! It looked like Mr. Puzzles’ laughter seems to move up in volume whenever he turned the dial back and forth! Just like a real TV, Mr. Puzzle’s laughter would increase in volume whenever he increased the volume! 

Which, I guess that makes sense if you think about it. But he never would’ve known if he didn’t try. This made him wonder: What if SMG4 turned the dial the other way? Curious, SMG4 turned the dial the other way to make the volume go down a few pegs. 

“eEEK! STAHAHAP! THIHIhihis ihis sohoho mehehehean!” Mr. Puzzles reacted, his speaker volume going down somewhat. 

Huh…Alright. So the volume dial works just fine. This brings even MORE questions! What about the dial below this one? “Nonono! Stop! Stay away from that!” Mr. Puzzles tried to order. 

Still curious, SMG4 moved his hand to the other dial. He touched it, making Mr. Puzzles jump with surprise. And then, SMG4 started turning it clockwise. 

*Click, click*

“NOHO!” Static screens would interrupt his laughing every time the dial clicked. “HAHAHA- *Tsss* -HAHA! STA- *Tsss* -HAHAHAP *Tsss* -IHIHIT!” Mr. Puzzles shouted helplessly. 

SMG4 raised an eyebrow. How in the hell- “Geez, man. I’m surprised you could handle us using you for all these years.” SMG4 reacted. 

Mr. Puzzles’ screen eyes appeared to be animating bits of tears. “IHIHI’M GONNA KIHIHILL YOHOHOU!” Mr. Puzzles shouted at him. 

“Listen, I know. I wanna kill you too. But until the big man upstairs brings the presents, this is the most we can do right now.” SMG4 told him. 

“IHIHI DIHIDN’T WAHAHANT THIHIHIS!” Mr. Puzzles shouted. 

“What did you want, then?” SMG4 asked him. 

“IHI WANTED TO CHAHAHAHAT!” Mr. Puzzles yelled. 

SMG4 narrowed his eyes. “Hmmmm…I don’t believe you.” SMG4 told him. 

“COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Mr. Puzzles looked at SMG4 with growing tears of mirth in his eyes. Though he seemed to be handling it fine before, Mr. Puzzles now looked desperate for it to stop. 

And SMG4 noticed this right away. “Oh god…” SMG4 moved his hand away. “My bad.” The moment his hands stopped, Mr. Puzzles gasped and heaved helplessly. His heaving was followed up by what sounded like laptop fans whirring inside. 

“Wait, you have lungs?!” SMG4 asked, surprised. 

Mr. Puzzles heaved and puffed. “Y…Yeah…*huff* Yeah…I…*huff* I do.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Well…*huff* K-Kinda.” Mr. Puzzles admitted. “Ohgod…*huff*...” He mumbled. 

SMG4 chuckled a bit. “You’re really that ticklish, huh?” he asked. 

This single question was followed up by a gloved punch to the face from the TV man. SMG4 yelped and fell to the ground, holding the side of his head. “Ow!” SMG4 reacted. 

“That’s what you get.” Mr. Puzzles spat. “Followed by this.” Mr. Puzzles picked up the cardboard roll from before, and started smacking SMG4 across the head and back with it. 

“Hey- OW! D- AH! Stop!” SMG4 yelled. “HEY- OOF!” SMG4 yelped as the roll smacked him in the nose. “Ow…” SMG4 rubbed his nose awkwardly. “Alright- OW! ALRIGHT! I get it!” SMG4 argued. 

“That was humiliating!” Mr. Puzzles yelled at him. “I hope you don’t go around doing that to all your enemies!” Mr. Puzzles exclaimed. 

“What? Hitting them with cardboard? Or tickling?” He asked for clarification. 

“The tickling thing!” Mr. Puzzles yelled back. “No! I never tickle my enemies! The only people I tickle are my friends…And SMG3.” SMG4 mentioned. “SMG3 is the only real ‘enemy’ I tickle.” SMG4 admitted. “And that’s because he won’t stop bothering me and threatening to expose my search history.” SMG4 admitted. 

“Okay, good.” Mr. Puzzles grumbled and picked up something. “Here’s your stupid tree, by the way.” Mr. Puzzles let it tip and towards SMG4’s head. 

SMG4 yelped and jumped back. “Hey-” He caught the box and flipped it around. “Oh, great!” SMG4 looked up awkwardly. “Thanks…I guess.” SMG4 mumbled. 

“Yeah, whatever. Just get your shit and leave. I’ll leave you alone for christmas.” Mr. Puzzles mumbled to him, sitting down on an upside down blue bin and reading a newspaper. 

SMG4 noticed his attitude as he put the tree down. It didn’t take much for SMG4 to realize Mr. Puzzles could be lonely. It was evident on his screen face. 

So, SMG4 opened one of the boxes, and grabbed some Christmas lights. He grabbed an old coat rack stand from the corner, and brought it closer to an outlet. With that done, SMG4 wrapped the Christmas lights around the coat rack, and made it fall down somewhat to resemble large waves of lights. 

“What are you doing?” Mr. Puzzles asked him. “Just a little something small.” SMG4 admitted as he grabbed some old ornaments (specifically some that were not really touched) and hung them up onto the hooks around the stand. Lastly, SMG4 grabbed a Mr. Puzzles plush, and put a light-up necklace around it. Turning on the light-up necklace, SMG4 put the Mr. Puzzles plush onto the top of the tree. “There.” 

Mr. Puzzles looked up right as SMG4 plugged in the Christmas lights. Right away, Mr. Puzzles gasped at the look of the ‘christmas tree’. You’d never expect it, but…It actually looked…kinda beautiful in a way. And Mr. Puzzles looked at it with surprise and…almost wonder. “It’s…” Mr. Puzzles stared at it. “I…Thanks.” Mr. Puzzles responded, unsure what else to say. 

SMG4 smiled as he picked up the tree box and moved it up to the floor above the ladder. “You’re welcome.” He told him. He picked up a few more boxes, and brought them to the main floor above the ladder as well, before grabbing the handle to the door. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Puzzles.” SMG4 told him, gently dropping a present down to Mr. Puzzles before closing the door. 

Mr. Puzzles noticed this present, and got up. He picked up the christmas present, and read the label. It said ‘To Meggy’, but the name ‘Meggy’ was scratched off with a blue pen, and replaced with ‘Mr. Puzzles’ in somewhat bad writing. This was followed by ‘From, SMG4.’. 

Mr. Puzzles tilted his head. A present? For him? He opened up the present, to see what was inside. And…

Oh my gosh…It was a Leggy plush! It was so cute! And it looked so sad! Mr. Puzzles hugged the plush tightly. He was going to cherish this plush forever. 

[feathers-of-fluff]

Arms Up

Summary: Mike had begun feeling confident that he’s now able to resist his brother’s tickling better than he could before, and decided to be all smug about it. …But is this true? Steven finds out via a little game they used to play.

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“If I have to tell you this again, then I will—it won’t work on me as much anymore, bro!” Mike exclaimed, crossing his arms as he walked to the living room with his brother.

His smug attitude had gotten Steven feeling suspicious of his words, and whether it was true or not, he knew that not everyone randomly stops being ticklish. Despite this, Mike still attempted to convince him.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t easily buy it.

“Sure, feel free to prove it whenever you want… by flailing like a Magikarp once I get close to a real bad spot of yours.” Steven snickers at the memory he mentioned.

The older brother dramatically gasps. “How dare you! I don’t do that anymore either, you doofus!” He replied in a jokingly insulted tone, giving his younger brother a poke on the side.

“Ay! Yohou’re the doofus.” The long-haired man returns the favor.

“I am nohot!”

“Whatever you say, Mikey.”

Once the two came near the soft crimson red couch in front of them, Steven looks down at the brown-haired trainer with a smirk as if he predicted he would begin hesitating, knowing whatever his brother has in store might unveil his lies.

Mike glances at him before lying down, his head now resting on the left arm. “So what’re we doing, exactly?”

“Just a question before we start,” he stares with a hidden mischievous look as he walks over to where Mike’s head laid, “you remember when we were like… young or somethin’, we used to play this game when one of us tells a lie and has to face ‘punishment’ if they don’t admit it?”

The memory was vague, but he did recall the one time when he ate some of Steven’s food from the refrigerator without realizing it belonged to him, and tried to make up a lie after he found out. However, that only resulted in being tickled during a game as said ‘punishment’.

A blush covered Mike’s face as he became embarrassed by the reminiscence, but he quickly shook it off to look determined. “Oh yeah, I think I do. You were soho mean for no reason when I only took a bite of the sandwich that… proobably belonged to you.” He chuckled.

“I was mean for a reason, and you’d know peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were my favorite!” The long-haired man booped his nose.

“No booping! Also, maybe you should’ve thought about putting a label on the bag to keep me reminded.” The short-haired explained, swatting away the finger before Steven booped his nose again just for the laughs.

…Okay, maybe he was right about that. Still shouldn’t have eaten his sandwich, though.

“Enough talk,” the brief sound of cracking fingers emits, “let’s get this started.”

Mike takes a small breath in and out as he prepares himself for the big challenge. If he wants to trick Steven into believing his false words, he’ll have to put in more effort to his plan than normal.

“But first, just in case you forgot; the rules are to keep your arms up for 2 minutes while I tickle you. If you tell the truth, I’ll stop.” Steven explained.

The brown-haired man scoffed. “Easy enough for me. I can take it.”

“There’s a twist, however…”

Mike raises his eyebrow. Since when was there a twist to the game rules?

“This time, you have to hold your laughter in until time runs out. If you fail to do that… well, you‘ll see.” The long-haired chuckled with a playful glint in his eye.

“…O-oh,” the brown-haired stutters. At this point, he regrets expressing his overconfidence.

“Alright, arms up.” Steven told.

Mike nods before raising his arms above his head, waiting for the inevitable as his brother sets the timer on his phone. Once he pushed the Start button, Steven now begins with gentle tickling, tracing shapes on the armpits.

Even though it wasn’t much, the flinching boy could feel giggles bubbling in his chest. Gentle tickles have never failed to make him let out a storm of giggles with a possible side of snorting, and this made it difficult for him to keep a straight face like nothing had any effect.

“What’s with the look on your face? You think even smiling can make you lose?” Steven chuckled, his fingers now scratching. “C’moon, lemme’ see it~!”

Mike’s breath hitched as he struggled to hold in the laughter like keeping a dam from bursting. If only his brother wasn’t so good at seeing through lies would he be able to get revenge without him tickling back.

But not everyone is also given the title of a lying master.

“D’aww~! Too ticklish for you, Mikey?” The long-haired champion teased.

Mike shook his head, his eyes shut tight as he resisted the sensation—he couldn’t let himself show any signs of nearly breaking, but the scribbling fingers had him show a squiggly smile for a split-second before reverting back to the face of desperation. “I think I saw a smile~”

The brown-haired shook his head in disagreement, but quivering movement from his arms say otherwise.

“You’re doing pretty well, Mike. You’ve only got…” He thinks before stopping his tickling to check the ongoing timer, allowing Mike to take the opportunity to catch a few breaths. A faint *click* sounded as the long-haired turned on his phone, watching the screen instantly change from pitch-black. “…One and twenty-two minutes.”

It didn’t sound too bad, but the brown-haired felt unsure if he was going to last that long enough to win, seeing that his brother might have a few tricks up his sleeve. His mouth opens to say something, until…

“Sneak attack!”

Those were the two words he heard before hysterical laughter suddenly came flowing out of his mouth as ticklish shocks went through his nerves. “Wh- EEEYAHahAHaHAHaA-! STEHEVEN, YOhoU *snort* TRihiHICKSTAHAHAHA!”

“‘Trickstah’? Is that a new Pokémon or something? Cause’ I ain’t one.” The long-haired champion snickered, his fingers clawing at his brother’s armpits before moving down to the ribs.

“THaHaT DOhOSEN’T- EYAHAHAHAHAA!” The brown-haired kicked his legs as he cackled, now unable to say anything else other than just laugh. Steven usually doesn’t check the timer because, well, that would give Mike a slight chance of succeeding.

His short-lasting suspicion was seemingly correct, but making an attempt to speak was not what he meant to do. But that’s what Steven probably expected to happen—he waited for him to drop his guard.

The former champion ceases his tickling, letting Mike breathe for a few minutes. “You alright?”

He nods, some leftover giggles still remaining due to the phantom tickles. “Ihi guess nohot everyone cahan be a good liar in one try or two.”

“So, you admit it?” Steven asked, stepping to the front of the couch. His older brother—hesitant on answering—stretches his arms for a second before moving his legs off to leave more room for him to sit.

The room went quiet as the long-haired trainer patiently awaited for a response. Mike wasn’t sure if he should say ‘yes’ or not, but the realization of what he said earlier made him reconsider his choice before he could screw something up again.

“…Yes,” he answers, “but I only lied because I thought pretending to not be ticklish would give me a chance to get you back.”

Oh, so that’s why! From all the times he’s won against his brother in tickle fights, he’s been planning his revenge by putting in effort into resisting his attacks—but alas, he had forgotten about his sneaky tricks that finally cracked him up.

An idea comes to mind when Steven had begun thinking of ways to make up for it as an apology.

“Tell you what,” he began, “I’ll let you have your little revenge for once.”

“Waitwait, huh?!” This caught the brown-haired brother by surprise. Was he actually giving him a chance, or did he hear him wrong? If his hearing wasn’t so good, then maybe so—but he wasn’t expecting this moment to occur.

Steven wheezed at his reaction. “Ihi mean, people sometimes have to be victorious at least once, and I’ve forgotten about that till now. Sorry if I was being unfair, Mikey.”

“No, it’s alright! You were just that good is all—plus, I even almost had you a few times.” He grinned, prodding at his younger brother’s side with his elbow.

“Whoahahaho, hehey! Well, yohohou’ve got mehe now,” he laughs before striking back with a clawed hand to Mike’s stomach, “but that doesn’t mean you’re free to get away without punishment!”

“*snort* SteheHEEvehen, nOhoho!” Mike squealed as he gets caught off guard by the sudden tickling.

“Steven, yeHEhehes-! Ohohoh, noho you dOHOHON’T-!” The feeling of ticklish vibration took over the nerves of his ribs when the brown-haired brother took the chance to strike, causing him to nearly collapse onto the cushions.

Without a second to waste, Mike continues his revenge, digging into his younger brother’s lower ribcage with a victorious grin on his face. “Mwahahahaa!” He evilly laughed. “Gotcha’ now, lil’ bro~!”

“Ahahahalright, ahalrihihight, IHI gihive- MIHIHIKE!” Steven yelped.

The former champion grabs Mike’s arms in an attempt to move his hands away—however, this resulted in leaving his underarms unprotected for him to go for next.

Noticing this, the brown haired smirked, letting Steven do his thing as if he listened to his pleas before swiftly lunging his hands at the underarms the second he let go to begin scribbling. “You give? Oh, but Steven, I’ve only just started~!”

The long-haired threw his head back as he howled with laughter, slowly becoming incapable of saying any more begs. It almost seemed like his skills were brought over to Mike, because he was surprisingly good at this already!

…Or perhaps it’s just his mischievous side finally showing itself once he decided to let him tickle him as an apology.

Actually, at this point, it’s more than just an apology gift.

It’s a gift of brotherly love—letting Mike get his deserved revenge made things a bit more fair for him. Steven didn’t really see how playful he could be anyway.

The ticklish sensation comes to a halt as Mike stopped to let his taller brother breathe for air, thinking he’s had enough for now. Steven hugs his own sides while his residual giggling took the time to eventually stop.

“You okay, Steven? I must’ve gotten you real good.” Mike asked, chuckling before helping Steven back up from the cushions.

“Mhm. I ain’t dead.” He nods, ensuring him that he didn’t go overboard. “Didn’t expect you to go all out though.”

“You should’ve, because when I see an opportunity, I take it and don’t hold back on it! Kinda like what happened with me and Gold,” the short-haired explains.

The long-haired could only imagine whatever sneaky surprises he pulled on Gold that day, but they’d be somewhat embarrassing to think about due to Mike having to be so teasy.

“..Sooo, wanna watch some TV?” His thoughts were interrupted once Mike spoke as he grabbed the remote that was next to the lamp and his phone on the tall stool table.

Steven moves back up from the cushions. “Sure, but I’m choosing what we’re watching since you still lost the game.”

Mike’s face went from nothing but a blank expression to a flabbergasted look upon hearing those words, his head slowly turning to the former champion before exclaiming: “You never mentioned anything about that!”

The long-haired wheezes at the reaction before reaching for the held remote. But Mike moves it farther enough to where he couldn’t snatch it whilst complaining about his suspected lie.

“I can’t believe you have the gall to say that you’re choosing what to watch after I lose, even though you said I’d be punished if I didn’t tell the truth!”

“Ihihi’m sohorry, buhut we’ve both had enough tickles for today! I promise I’ll give it back, though!”

Mike takes a moment to think about what he said before coming to his decision. “…I guess I’ll believe you. We do need a small break anyway,” he says, giving the remote to the former champion.

With a push on the red power button, the TV turned on. Steven begins going through different sorts of channels to find the one he’s looking for with the old shows while his arm was put around Mike, who—with a mischievous smile—looked like he was gonna be getting it back one way or another.

Brothers will be brothers, like always.

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Caught the tickle monster’s daughter ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

I just wanted to draw our dear Lizzy giggling her head off because of her sensitive ears. It’s practically a crime they haven’t been tickled until today! I wish I could post more pressure content, but school and college keep knocking on my door 😭. I can’t participate in TKtober this year, but I wish the best to those participating and can’t wait to see your baller art. Anyway, peace out homies, imma go get some bitches now (I’m studying for a quiz)

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Feel Good ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

I made this over a month ago y'see and I planned to release a fic along with of - which I have completed, but it's entirely not what I envisioned it to be and it's low effort, so I'm not sharing it.

However I do think you guys deserve a treat before I go back to school tomorrow :3 I didn't get to complete all my goals this summer but I am looking forward to getting stuff done during my Senior year

Honestly despite how much I love those two goobers, I don't draw them enough together, especially not hurt to comfort stuff between the two 🥺 (don't worry Agoti isn't hurt, he just needed a pick-me-up)

Anyways gn y'all, hope you liked the drawing as much as I did, Agoti is so adorably happy it warms my heart 🩷

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Ok, guess I'll pitch in with something. Hope I'm not too late for requests!

Sooo.. Y'know that one tickle trope where the Ler will pretend the Lee is an instrument and start playing them to hear "music" from them? Maybe you can do that with Sebastian & Kiko, that'd be fun to see~! ^^

He can pretend she's a piano and play Fur Elise on her ribs. OR!!! Better yet, she can be a trumpet that Sebastian can blow raspberries on to get different notes & melodies depending on the spot. (I saw this clip the other day that kinda gave me the idea)

Absolute delicious idea you got there. Here it is, albeit I wish I did more, I'm still happy with the results :)

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Lee Sabastion and Ler Kiko?

Gladly anon, besides I haven't done a request in a while, so this was quite refreshing to do

A Single Scritch

This piece was quite experimental and I really enjoyed getting the textures and values down within the image. Hopefully this satisfies the Sebastian itch everyone has been collectively having, including me, lol!

Anyways, more Kiko x Sebastian art coming soon okay have a nice morning fellas 🩷

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Kiko (I'm back on my bullshit ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ)

Ever since I first saw Sebastian, I thought of the many lees he'd have. I didn't like the idea of him just wrecking a faceless, featureless guy. Then I remembered I had an OC, which shared a lot more similarities to him than I thought...

Kiko was first created around August 2022. I made her to be a cursed human, whom after angering a witch, was cursed to revert to a mermaid each night at the strike of midnight. The clam on top of her head is the only thing able to break her curse.

She must present the pearl to a creature as an offering to break the spell and permanently change her to a human. This creature is something she is still searching for and nowadays, Kiko collects fallen objects of the sea to cope.

I thought Kiko would make an excellent match since their circumstances are equally unfortunate. So yes, Kiko and Sebastian are dating (self shipping horray) Before I continue, I must say that Kiko is not a Roblox oc and existed way before Pressure was a thing. I just decided to give her a chance to make an appearance here since I still really like her design and kinda forgot about her until yesterday lol 🩷

Expect tickle art of her soon hahaha ok bye

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headcanon: sebastian is such a DICK when it comes to raspberries and nibbles, especially with those shark fangs

PLUS HE CAN JUST SCOOP YOU UP AND JUST START OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOFMODNGORNFIQJSKE

man.

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Giggly Billy

Summary: Herself (Girlfriend) is trying to brush Yourself’s (Boyfriend) messy wings, but unfortunately for the angel, they just have to be that sensitive.

a/n: sorry for disappearing again!! here’s a little drabble set in the time before yourself’s girlfriend died. hope you enjoy it!

this drabble is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“Babe, hold still! You don’t wanna end up leaving feathers around like a chicken!” Herself told, waiting for her boyfriend to keep his flapping wings still with a brush in hand.

“Ihi knohohow, buhut it tihihicklehes!” Yourself giggled. It was difficult enough for him to resist the tingly sensation because of those soft bristles, but he at least tried his best to stop his wings’ slight movement.

“That’s why I had to remind you like, one minute ago, because I know well your wings are just that ticklish whenever you make that cute sound.” The demon lady explained, slowly raising her finger towards one of the feathery appendages as if she was predicting what Yourself would say next.

“What sound- bEeP!” His voice went up an octave as he felt something lightly scratch on his wing, sending a ticklish shock to his nerves. The angel froze in place for a second before turning his head to Herself, showing his face of embarrassment.

“That sound.” She chuckled before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a giggly billy, you know that?”

That unexpected nickname made him go silent, the blush on his face slowly increasing as he stared. Yourself hesitates for a second before speaking.

“…Wh-what’d you call me?”

“You heard me~ Do I have to prove it?” Herself asks, her hand posed into a claw with fingers wiggling to make the teasing worse for the angel.

Yourself immediately looks away and shakes his head in disagreement, his wing briefly moving with a small flap.

The demon lady took this as a sign to continue whatever she had forgotten to do, and went straight to it—but then the bristles brought back the tickling sensation and Yourself may have regretted his decision. “BEEhehEEp! Gihihirlfriehehend!”

“Yes, my giggly billy~?” As she brushed the appendage, Herself snuck a few skittering tickles on the angel’s back. He still manages to keep himself still, but with how evil she randomly decided to be, doing that is slowly turning out to be a challenge.

“*hic* PLEAHAHAhease-! Ihi caHAHAn’t tahake ihihit!” Yourself hiccuped.

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry.” As much as she loved hearing his laughter, Herself wanted to avoid going too far by accident—so she began swiping the brush across the feathers to lessen the ticklish feeling. “But also, the next time you have your wings out, you better watch out when I’m around~”

The blue-haired angel covered his blushing face with his hands. Hopefully that doesn’t happen…

Unless he just jinxed himself.

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🌟Multitrade Finished! 🌟

"Strictness Experiment: Failed"

The desired sequel of an old art trade i did with @fluffymary! ^v^ i hope you like it, i know it looks a bit rushed ;-;"

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"You're not longer GOD, friendo!"

Hear me out. Xeno's quills become yellowy and sparkly when he gets tickled. He cannot help it ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

This one was requested by @gingy-fluffnstuff! I hope you like it! :D

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"Magic Gloves"

I based this on something really old from mine, i don't think anyone will get it so lmao ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ

Requested by @moonsoaked-tickles! ^v^

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"hold on tight! Or you will [GAME OVER]"

This was pretty fun to draw, ngl X) it was my first time drawing Spamton and... I think I did it well :D

Hope you like it, @cheerret! :3

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Goodness gracious, this was sure a very busy and tiring week (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

I'm happy I finally finished these, actually! ^u^

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"Death Spots"

Hi, welcome to chilli's 🌶️

Jk- here's my part of yet another art trade with the iconic @fluffymary!! (・∀・)

She made a little drawing of my bb Orange and Rouge! Being Orange a Lee! In it! (◡ ω ◡)

It was time... To the little Orange blorbo to be the Ler, and he finally! Got his desired revenge! (◠‿・)—☆

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update on the previous post: they didn’t have any available seats,, :(

BUT I’M STILL GONNA WORK ON THE FIC ANYWAY

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oh hey it’s my birthday 🎉

there’s a new fic that i’m still trying to work on, but i’ll actually get to it after going to the movies in the morning (if they have any available seats)!!

anyways goodnight

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I thought I’d make this its own post so more people can see it! It was originally reblogged under pt 1 but. Yknow. A spot of revenge, mayhaps? 👹

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No ribs? No problem!

(Ppspsps! There’s a pt 2 to this now!)

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Glitchy Bully

Summary: Grey has had enough of getting sudden noogies from Glitchy Red every time he expects it the least, so the first thing he could think of doing as revenge was take his hat—however, this decision turns out to be a mistake a few minutes later, and Grey would soon accidentally make things worse for himself.

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

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“L-let me go!”

“Not unless you give it back.”

“I will if you- ack- you promise!” Grey struggled, attempting to slide his head out from the arm, but Glitchy’s strength prevented him from doing so.

The bootleg trainer regretted his decision the moment he was put into a headlock not too long ago. Glitchy was the one to give people a noogie like how a big brother would, and Grey was always his number one target.

Whenever he least expects it, Glitchy would sometimes pop out of nowhere and surprise him with a noogie—only when he wasn’t wearing his hat, of course. This annoyed him until he knew he had to get him back for it.

Despite being short on ideas, the first thing he could do was steal his hat whenever given the opportunity to, and keep it away from him till he makes the promise not to give him anymore noogies. Sounds simple enough, right?

…Not if there’s a risk of being put in a headlock.

“This can go on for as long as it can, kid.” Glitchy spoke, staring down at the bootleg trainer. “Giving up’s not that hard.”

“And at least saying sorry is n-not that hard either!” Grey exclaimed, trying to move his arm away whilst holding the hat in his other hand, but it wouldn’t even budge. It almost felt like he had the muscle of either a Machamp or its second evolution, but he’d doubt that a Machoke would be stronger than its final evolution.

…Then again, he did come from a bootleg game, so he was bound to not have that much knowledge of recent ‘Pocket Monsters’.

“I ain’t gonna say it again; give it back.” Glitchy reaches out for his held hat whilst keeping the bootleg trainer where he is. Despite his struggling, he manages to distance the hat away from him.

“N-never!” Grey declined.

“And also, d-didn’t you say you weren’t gonna say that again? Maybe you should… p-promise not to say it again as well..!” He joked with a grinned smirk.

Glitchy rolled his eyes before rubbing his knuckle on Grey’s head. “Yeah, sure.”

“H-hey!” He yelped. He should’ve seen this coming. But luckily, it lasted for a short second. “Gohod, you’re such a bully!”

“…What was that?”

His smile immediately faded away the moment he heard the tone in Glitchy’s voice. The bootleg trainer froze on the spot as he felt a sudden piercing glare.

“…N-nothing.”

“I don’t think that sounded like nothin’.” The glitched trainer’s face was almost completely obscured, leaving only his staring eye.

He wishes he could do something, but there were no other options—he was already stuck in a headlock, meaning he couldn’t escape the living room, and he was being too stubborn to give up.

So, he finally answers, hoping the results don’t go horribly wrong…

“…I-I said you were being such a… bully.”

“Well then,” Glitchy puts his hand on his side, “I’ll show you who’s a bully.”

Grey’s eyes widened, laughter suddenly rising in his chest as he felt fingers vibrating on his ribs. He began snickering, trying to hold it in.

“C’mon, Grey. You can’t keep that happiness of yours hidden forever.” He assured, smirking. Seeing the bootleg trainer now desperate to get out from under his arm, he made sure to keep his fingers on the ribs each time he squirmed.

Grey looks up at Glitchy, shaking his head as if he was begging him to stop. But he refuses and instead moves his hand to his stomach.

“NOHOHOHOHO-! Glihihitchy, staHAhahap!” Grey bursted with laughter as fingers skittered around his abdomen.

“Then give back what you stole.”

“*snort* Nuhuhuh-uhuhuh!”

“Eh, suit yourself.”

He moves his hand back to the ribs, this time tickling them with two vibrating fingers which made the bootleg trainer let out a stream of giggles.

“NAHAhahaha-! Glihihitchy! Plehehehease, meheHErcy!” He begged, nearly dropping the hat but somehow still hung onto it. Determined as usual, Grey wasn’t gonna give up that easily to the tickling, but he’d have to admit… this felt good—the feeling of serotonin along with tingly sensations that made him happy, it made him feel safe because this is more playful.

So as long as Glitchy doesn’t catch on, this could go on for whatever he pleases.

“If you really want me to stop, then why haven’t you dropped my hat yet, hm? You’re enjoyin’ this, ain’t ya, kid?”

…Nevermind.

When the glitched trainer had stopped tickling for a moment, Grey went silent. He refused to even turn around to show the blushing on his embarrassed face as he did not expect his friend to nearly find out that fast.

Glitchy’s face expression changes as he slowly removes his arm away from his neck. “…Grey?” He asks, a slight worried tone in his voice. Was it something he said? Did he go a little too far?

Out of nowhere, he feels something lightly brush against his other arm, flinching for a split-second before looking down to only see his red and white cap being offered to him by Grey still looking away.

Glitchy chuckles a bit before accepting it, tossing it onto the nearby couch afterwards. “Is this true?”

“…Is what true?”

“You know what I mean.”

The two stood in silence for about 13 seconds or so as Glitchy patiently waited for Grey to look at him while the bootleg trainer had his arms crossed.

Eventually, he finally does, turning his head to reveal his pink blushing face.

Glitchy wheezes, nearly falling into laughter at the immediate sight. “It’s not funny… I’m just gonna go get me somethin’ to eat.” Grey grumbled before departing to the kitchen, not bothering to hear anything else from the glitched trainer.

All of a sudden, a hand dragged him back without giving him enough time to react before he got pinned to the floor.

“You can do that after you’ve learned your lesson.” Glitchy moves the boy’s arms up for better access to his spot before shaping his hands into claws, nearing them towards the armpits.

“W-wait! G.R, waHAHAHAHAIT-!” Grey pleaded but began flailing about once those hands made contact.

“Wait for what? Speak up kid, because I can’t really understand ya.” Glitchy teased. As surprising as it looked, even the mischievous tickle monster couldn’t take what he dishes out. The bootleg trainer would’ve given up sooner when the tickling began, but nope, he wanted to experience it more and he secretly loved it.

“NAhaHAhaT THEHEheHEhere! Ihi’m- *snort* Ihi’m sohohor- GAAHAhaHAhaHAHA!” The glitched trainer moved underneath his Pokéball t-shirt before shaking his claw-posed hand on Grey’s stomach, interrupting his sentence.

“Your name is actually ‘Sorry’? Heheh, wonder who ran out of enough ideas to call you that.” He jokes.

“IHIHI’M TRYING TOhoHO SaY THA- *snort* THAHAT IHI APOHOLIGIZE FOHOR TAKING YOHOHOUR HAHAHAT!” He slammed his palm on the floor while attempting to hide his face with the other hand.

However, Glitchy chooses to be evil just for the sake of it and targets the exposed armpit, preventing him from doing anything else to flee. “You sure you actually apologize?”

“YEHEheHES! JUHUST FOHORGET ABOUT- BWAhaHAHAhaHA!” Grey was unable to say more at this point.

“Apology accepted.” The glitched trainer stops, allowing Grey to breathe for a minute.

“…Thahahank *pant, pant* you…” Rubbing his stomach to cease the phantom tickles, he carefully got up (with help from Glitchy).

“You’re still a bully, though.” Grey said before a hand was placed on his hair.

“I’m already aware, kid.”

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