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[feathers-of-fluff]

Caught in a Laffable Situation 

By Leefloof, additional help by Sisterpaw125

Summary: The Ancients go on an expedition into an unknown forest that had been reportedly terrorizing the local cookies. Only to discover this “threat” is something more than they can handle. 

Ft. Dark Cacao Cookie, Golden Cheese Cookie, Hollyberry Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and White Lily Cookie (background characters mentioned)

A/N: It hasn’t even been a week since I started back on that Cookie game and I already love it, especially the ancients. It is a crime that I barely see any fics with the ancients together. I will get back to Murder Drones once I’ve regain my hyper focus on it, for now I’LL KEEP ON GAMBLING!!!! (also this is my first time writing a Cookie Run fic, so pls forgive me if this is cringe worthy or bad)

Enjoy! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Warning(s): Cookies get pinned and hoisted up by vines for a while but that’s abt it, cookies also have paws, overall this is a sfw tickle fic, don’t like keep scrolling 

DNI N$FW/F3T!$H accounts!!! 🚫🔫

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The ancient heroes fought countless battles in the years leading up to and during the Dark Flour War. Some were victorious while others were losses, but those wins often outnumbered the losses.

However, there was one battle the group faced before they became kings and queens. A battle that was too much even for them, one that they swore not to tell another living soul about, not even their close ones. For it was far too humiliating to bring up again, all because of one last quest that they couldn’t complete.

-[…]-

Golden Cheese Cookie yawned as she lazily hovered after the rest of her friends with her wings. Her eyes were barely open as she struggled not to fall asleep again. 

“Keep up, Golden Cheese Cookie! We don’t want you to fall behind,” Dark Cacao stated. 

“Can you truly blame me?! It’s the crack of dawn, you forced me out of bed, and I’m tired! Can’t a future queen have her proper beauty rest?!” 

“I’m afraid not, Golden Cheese, not when there’s possible danger afoot for the other cookies here,” Pure Vanilla answered as he and White Lily led the way. 

“Besides, think of it as training! You’re going to have to wake up even earlier than this to keep your kingdom in line!” Hollyberry chimed in, nudging her friend’s arm. “It keeps the jam pumping!” 

The future royal groaned even more.

It was currently 5 in the morning as they traveled into the woodlands. They had received a report from the locals near it that something was terrorizing them in the forest; their only request was to find out what it was and to defeat it. 

Which was why Pure Vanilla and White Lily Cookie led the expedition. They had a vast amount of knowledge about wildlife, so they could identify the unknown beast. Fortunately to unfortunately for the others, they wouldn’t stop talking about what it could be when they set foot on their quest. 

“Do you think it could be a Cake Wolf? They tend to bluff whenever they have a pack to feed,” Pure Vanilla asked. 

“Hm, I don’t think so. One of the villagers said that the farmers were lifted, so maybe a cookievorous plant?” the mage responded. 

“No no, it would have left cookie crumbs if that was the case. Perhaps—“

“Shouldn’t we be at the farm by now? My wings are starting to ache,” Golden Cheese complained again, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“You are one impatient cookie, aren’t you? But you’re right; when will we get there?” Hollyberry pondered.

“The sun is about to rise upon us. Are you two sure we’re going in the right direction?” Dark Cacao added. 

“I assure you, friends, we are getting close. The village’s forest helps their crops grow. The deeper the farm is in the forest, the better food they produce.” Pure Vanilla explained. 

“That’s…rather strange behavior coming from a forest. How could such a hostile environment help crops grow?” Dark Cacao stopped his pondering as his friends halted in their steps. 

He looked up to see the farm, trees, and bushes full of berries and fruit ripe for the picking, surrounded by the darker and taller fields of wild trees. The only space not covered in the trees’ shade was in the middle of the opening. 

But there was something missing… 

“Where’s the monster? I thought it was supposed to be one here!” Golden Cheese shouted perplexed, quickly flying around the small orchard to try and find at least one creature before returning to her friends irritated. “There’s nothing!”

“Have the villagers tricked us just for a laugh?” Dark Cacao Cookie questioned in an annoyed tone. 

“Perhaps we aren’t looking hard enough. I doubt they’d do such a thing,” Hollyberry reassured the two. “We should try to keep looking for it. I’m sure it’ll show its ugly face once we do.” 

So the group searched every nook and cranny around the farm, from the trees to the tiny baskets. It wasn’t until the mage noticed something off with one of the trees. 

“Pure Vanilla, come look!” 

“What is it, White Lilly?” 

The cookie pointed at the dark purple bark, where there was a nearly camouflaged vine wrapped around it. Had it been a bit darker, it would’ve completely blended in. The plant was rather flat for a vine; the end of it curled almost into a witch’s hand. It almost looked like… 

“Impossible. I thought only the academy had these,” Pure Vanilla muttered, almost in disbelief.

“W-well, it could be another species that’s mimicking it. You know how plants try to copy others,” the mage tried to reason. 

Then it twitched.

Oh, it was definitely the same plant. 

“White Lily! Have you two found anything yet?” the winged cookie shouted, making the two flinch from the volume of her voice. “We’ve searched everywhere on our side, but all we found were measly vines—Hmph?!” 

Golden Cheese couldn’t complete her sentence before the mage hastily placed her hand over her mouth, earning her a confused glare in the process. 

“W-white Lily, what is the meaning of this!?” 

“Keep your voices down, or they might hear you,” the healer whispered harshly. 

“‘They?’” Dark Cacao repeated. 

“Yes, ‘they’! It wasn’t a beast that was terrorizing the villagers; it was a plant!” Pure Vanilla added. “The infamous Laffy Taffy.”

“A plant that grabs cookies and won’t let go until they’re bored,” White Lily explained. “Our old academy used to have these to act as security when students tried to sneak off to areas they weren’t supposed to go. It uses echolocation to locate cookies, so it’s best to talk no more than a whisper!” 

The two cookies only nodded in understanding, seeing how White Lily and Pure Vanilla being so tense around these plants must mean that it was serious. Though it should be an easy task to get rid of them, as long as they keep quiet while uprooting them, they can get it done in no time. 

“Wait, where’s Hollyberry?”

That question was answered when the four heard a loud creak. They quickly turned to see the cookie up on a ladder, peeking into the tree’s leaves, unaware of the noise she was currently making.

“Ha! Gotcha!” Hollyberry grinned as she turned towards her friends with a wide smile. In her hand was a small marshmallow mouse, which looked surprised and frightened as it tried to scramble out of the cookie’s gentle yet firm grip.

“This is probably the little rascal that was frightening the farmers! It probably has a family somewhere to help it steal all these berries!” she added as she stepped down the ladder, the old wood making loud creaks and groans. 

“Ack! Hollyberry cookie! Keep it down! You’re going to alert them!” Dark Cacao hissed. 

“Alert who, dear friend?”

But before she could get an answer, the candied mouse slipped right out of her grasp and tried to climb back into the tree using her arms. 

“Hey! Get back here, you pesky thing!” the jolly cookie exclaimed as she tried to catch it again. The chase didn’t last long until the ladder started to tip from the rapid movement and flailing. 

“Woah!” 

“Hollyberry!” the four whisper-shouted as they watched their friend fall. 

Luckily, the cookie was quick as she repositioned herself to land on her feet, the ladder creaking as she caught it and pushed it back against the tree, earning a collective sigh of relief from her friends. 

“Now, who exactly was I attracting?” 

“Laffy Taffies.” 

“Laffy Taffies?!” Hollyberry whisper-shouted in a panic. “We’re lucky that they didn’t react to the noise I made earlier! Otherwise, we would’ve gotten snatched up by now! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Before any of the young heroes could speak, their eyes glanced up before widening in horror to the candied mouse near a basket. Seeing that the cookies had their gaze at it again, the tiny creature sped off in fear, toppling the object over and causing it to crash onto the ground, with a loud crack piercing into the air. 

All was silent as the five cookies stood there motionless, fearing that if they move even an inch something would happen. Except…the vines still didn’t moved. 

“Huh…I guess they’re not as active as they were befoRAAAHH?!!!” White Lily didn’t have enough time to finish her thought before she was lifted up by the ankle by the hand like vine, the shock causing her to drop her staff in the process 

“White Lily Cookie!” Pure Vanilla shouted. However, the four cookies' worries soon shifted as more and more vines started to come to life and move in their direction.

They gathered together, weapons in hand, while the vines raised themselves up ready to strike. 

“Take down as many as you can! I’ll set White Lily Cookie free while you handle the Laffy Taffies,” Pure Vanilla instructed. “Don’t let them catch you!”

The rest of the group nodded as the vines lunged at them at breakneck speeds; however, the warriors were quicker as they countered the attacks. Hollyberry blocked the vines while Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese pierced and sliced through a few, earning pained squeals from the creatures. 

Pure Vanilla, meanwhile, was having a difficult time getting White Lily out of the vines' grasp. Not even magic could get it to let go; just what were those things eating?!

“Come on you stubborn plant! Let…go!” The healer strained as he pulled harder 

“Pure Vanilla, you and I both know they won’t let go any time soon!” White Lily attested “Ah! Look out!” 

Pure Vanilla couldn’t turn around in time before being blindsided by two vines. They lifted him up to his friend’s level, binding one of his arms onto his side. He grunted from the impact before turning his head towards his other friends. Unfortunately, they weren’t doing so well themselves.

At first the smaller and thinner vines were easier to take down, however, the bigger ones proved to be quite a challenge.

Dark Cacao was the first to go when he tried to strike one of the stronger Laffy Taffy vines. The force of the sword ended up bouncing right off the plant skin and out of the cookie’s hands, before he could try to get his sword back, it grabbed both his hands and yanked him away. 

Hollyberry was next with her trying to raise her shield to strike once more until one vine wrapped around it, she tried to pull away only for another vine to grab her other hand before lifting her away. 

Golden Cheese was their last defense. However, as she was flying higher into the air in an attempt to gain distance for her spear, the vines were quick to snatch her by the waist, causing her to squawk out of surprise. With the last cookie caught, the plant brought her down to join the others. 

The five cookies struggled in their new found bonds but to no avail. It didn’t hurt them however, rather it was holding them in a firm yet gentle grip.

“I-I can’t move!” Dark Cacao grunted while he tugged and kicked 

“Release us at once you pesky weeds!” Golden Cheese demanded, trying to free herself. 

While she was however, she noticed that Pure Vanilla and Hollyberry’s expression was one of…fear? Were the plants that dangerous? 

“Hollyberry? Pure Vanilla? What are these things going to do to us?” Golden Cheese frantically asked now a bit intimidated “Hollyberry? Answer m-EHEhehehe?!” 

The winged cookie got her answer when the vines started to lightly scritch and poke  her sides, as if testing how sensitive her dough is. Pleased with her reaction, the vines holding her repositioned itself so the other could have better access, now lightly scribbling the area. 

“Eehehehehehahaha! Nohohoho stohohop! Stohop that at once!” She giggled out “Ahahahahahaa!”

Not long after, the other vines followed along with the other four all at once. Their hand like ends skittering around every tickle spot they can reach.

Hollyberry was the first to break out of the four. Giving out instantly as soon as the vines danced their hand like ends across her sides. The Laffy Taffies decided to take a more silly approach by twisting up and around like a playful gummy snake.

“Gahahahaha! Hahahahaha!!” Hollyberry cackled as the vines continued their onslaught, pinching her tummy every once in a while to get a snort out of the future queen “S-stohohop t-tihihickling mehehee!!”

Pure vanilla and White Lily Cookie weren’t doing so well either as the plants targeted their paws, the devilish “claws” scratching under the toe pads while the others went after their necks. 

“EEK!! Ahahahahahaha!! Nohohoho you cheeky thihings! Nohot thehehere!!” White Lily squeaked out as she tried to wiggle out of their grip

“Hahahaha! ohoho gohohosh!!” The healer tittered out, scrunching up his neck to try and protect it from the wiggling tendrils

Dark Cacao Cookie was next as he pursed his lips while the Laffy Taffies scampered across where his ribs would be, laughter bubbling up his chest like a soda bottle threatening to burst.

He was always serious and fully composed, nothing could make him surrender nor retreat. But even he had to admit: the relentless touching was getting increasingly hard to ignore.

“Let go of me, y-you fiends!” His words started to stutter, revealing sucked in air to keep himself in line.

Thankfully due to his training he was able to resist the skittering fingers digging into his underarms, despite it being a particularly bad spot of his.

Unfortunately, it wouldn’t last for long thanks to the vines deciding to move upward and slip inside his armor, making the tickly sensation worse. Soon enough the warrior of snowy planes was reduced to a gigglefest while the vines enjoyed the cookie’s laughter 

“Gnh-! Pfft—Hahahahahaha!!” Dark Cacao finally giggled, bucking away from the touch “Th-thihis is humiliating!! Hahahaha!” 

“Puhure Vanilla cohohookie! Hahohow do we stohop them?! Hehehehe!!” Golden Cheese giggled out 

“I dohon’t know! We-hehehe! We just hahave to let it run its course! Hahahahaha! W-wait! Nohot thehehere!” 

Just like White Lily had explained earlier, the Laffy Taffies started to get bored at just the spots they were tickling. The plants started to reposition the heroes to experiment on new spot, each one they discover leaving the group in even more stitches than before. 

As the Laffy Taffies were having their fun, Hollyberry was suddenly turned upside down by them. Through her teary eyes, she saw her shield was right in front of her just in arm’s reach. Not hesitating for a moment, she wiggled one of her pinned arms free and reached out for her weapon, her fingers just grazing the rim of it. 

‘Almost…got it!’ 

Just as she was about to grab for the shield, the Laffy Taffies hoisted herself and the others into the air, earning startled yelps and a squawk. It wasn’t long before they were caught into the grasps of the plants again, but this time swapped. 

“Ahahahahahaha! Nohot again!” White Lily giggled trying to swat away the Laffy Taffies 

“Hahahahaha! I had-hehehehaha! Just about it with these weheheeds!” Golden Cheese glared through mirthful eyes while she flapped her wings helplessly, trying to at least get wiggle room to escape

Unfortunately, the Laffy Taffies took notice in her wings as one of the vines grasped onto one.

Golden Cheese let out a small gasp, catching the attention of the vines tickling her. She nervously turned to see the curious culprit grazing its “fingers” against her feathers. “Hey, w-wait a moment now!”

The plant ignored her as it slowly started to trace the triangle like patterns on her wings, the snickers threatening to spill out as the vine walked their “fingers” closer and closer to the root of her wings, leaving a slowly increasing trail of giggles in its wake, before they suddenly stopped. Letting the cheese flavoured cookie breathe.

“Th-they stopped? Oh thank CheEEHEHEHEHEHEE?!!” All of a sudden, the hand-like vines pounced right on the middle of her underwings, earning full on guffaws  from Golden Cheese Cookie. She threw her head back as she trashed and struggled against her restraints.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHAHAAA! NO NO NO NOHOHO!! STAHAHAP!!”

Her wings fluttered quickly in need of stopping the overwhelming sensation received by them, managing to push some vines away.

However it didn’t last as the Laffy Taffies took on a different approach. Deciding to wrap themselves around her in a tangled mess to keep her wings from moving as much. 

“H-hohold ohohon! P-plehehease!” Golden Cheese Cookie begged as soon as she noticed the hands getting back to position.

Her smile was over the roof, her fangs shined through her crooked smile. Her pupils dilated at the sight of wiggles in front of her face, clearly trying to fluster her.

Yet, despite it all, she had no choice but to let the cackles and squawks fly out of her mouth once more, as the descending hands went all out on her poor, delicate and undoubtedly beautiful wings. Reaching every crook and nanny now that they didn’t have to worry about the wings flapping uncontrollably.

“KAHAHAHAHAHA! *Squawk!* HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Chirp!* PLEHEHEHAHAAA!!!!” 

“Uh oh..looks like they found her tickle spot. It wont be long before they fin-EHAHAHAHAHA?!” Hollyberry didn’t have enough time to mutter out that last thought before the Laffy Taffies crawled up to her ribs

“EEEEHEHEHEHE!! N-NOT THEHEHERE! A-ANYWHERE BUT THERE! HAHAHAHAAHAA!!” Hollyberry howled as she tried to bring her arms back down again to block the tickles to no avail 

Unfortunately, it seemed that the plants were beginning to show favor out of the group towards Hollyberry Cookie. Her laughter was too addictive for them to resist, making many of them move on from the other cookies, not completely abandoning them, but adding another hand or two with tickling the young queen.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH NOHOHOO!! PLEHEHEASE NOT MEHEHEE!! GEHEHE-GET GOHOLDEN CHEEHEHESE COHOHOOKIE!! EEEHAHA!!” 

“HAHAHAHA *Chirp!* HOW DAHARE YOHOHOU!!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie watched on as his friends were reduced to crumbs of laughter. His nervousness could be noticed from a mile away, all thanks to one small detail. 

Despite being nowhere near as ticklish as Hollyberry Cookie, he was just as, if not more, sensitive as her. And to top it all off, every inch of him was just as ticklish as the rest, he was literally a walking tickle spot. 

“Friends… C-can we talk this out? I am c-certain we can resolve thiHIHIHIHSS!!!!” 

Unfortunately for PV, the Laffy Taffies did not do talking, they did actions, actions involving soft, repeated squeezes on his legs, spidering hands under his robes on his sides as it counted his ribs meticulously. It was very satisfying to watch his face flush as his smile grew tenfold.

“EEHEHEHEHEHEE!! *hic!* NOHOHOO!! STAHAHAHAAP!!”

White Lily Cookie was next (and last) in line. The Laffy Taffies worked on her midsection, specifically on her tummy, resulting in a few muffled titters, but it was clear it wasn’t very effective. The stubborn plants decided to change things up. Without warning, they turned their attention to her back. They moved her cape out of the way, exposing her to further tickling. Dragging the hand shaped leaves from the top of her neck, all the way down to the seam of her emerald dress.

The reaction was instantaneous. A noise similar to howling echoed through the forest, making the nearby desserts think a cake hound was dying.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA! HEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!” White Lily cookie howled as she flailed around aimlessly in an attempt to break free 

Dark Cacao wasn’t safe from the tickly encore either just as some smaller vines sneakily slithered up to his neck. The sudden touch caught the Cacao warrior off guard, earning the Laffy Taffies a muffled squeal of some sort.

Oh it was terrible, what was only a few tiny vines felt like thousands of sugar ants while the vines poked and prodded the sensitive dough. 

“Kngh—!! HAHAHAHAHAA!! STAHAHAP THIS AT OHOHONCE!!” Dark Cacao cackled as he struggled harder against the vines

The young kings and queens spewed everything out of their mouths from begging to insults and threats, anything to try and get the tickly vines to stop. Every time the Laffy Taffies would began to slow down, they thought the vines finally listened, only for the onslaught to start all over again.

The rest of the morning was only filled with a mixed melody of giggles, snorts and cackles, with the great heroes being used as the unfortunate, made-up instruments.

But the creatures knew that things must come to an end. Hearing only weak wheezes and giggles from the group, the Laffy Taffies stopped their onslaught and lowered the now limp cookies back onto the ground before slithering into the shadows once more. What felt like hours were only mere minutes as the group greedily gasped for air, a few giggles and hiccups escaping in the process.

“That-that was…” 

“Awful and humiliating? I know.” Golden Cheese huffed 

“Oh, don’t get your feathers ruffled, it wasn’t that bad.” Hollyberry chuckled out reaching out to pat her friend’s hair, to which the latter lightly smacked her hand away. 

“Hmph, says the jolly cookie that almost jumped out of her armor hearing their name.” The winged cookie snapped with a huff “And tried to lead the other vines to her already dying friend.”

“Hey! I was nervous! You barely had any laffy taffies on you, you would’ve been fine.”

“Excuse me-?!”

“That’s enough you two. The rest of us are trying to recover.” Dark Cacao butted in

“S-so..what should we tell the villagers? We can’t uproot the Laffy Taffies right now. That’s practically asking for more.” Pure Vanilla pointed out, the wobbly smile growing a bit more at the last fact

The others jolted at the thought as well, but how were they supposed to tell them about the Laffy Taffies? They can’t just say they got defeated by mere tickling plants, how was that going to look on their reputation as heroes?

“We could just…lie.” Dark Cacao suggested 

Yeah, lying was the best option at this point.  

-[…]-

“And you five couldn’t defeat the monster that was terrorizing our farm?” the villager asked with a skeptical tone 

“Unfortunately, the creature was far too powerful for us to beat.” The healer explained   

“We…had no choice but to flee before it crumbled us.” Dark Cacao added on

“What kind of heroes are you?! And you call yourselves future kings and queens, pathetic!” He grumbled 

The group could only take the cookie’s continuous stream of “criticism” before he were stopped by a much older cookie pulling him by the beard. 

“Oatmeal cookie the second you stop that right now!” She scorned “These moppets went out their way to try and help us, and you disrespect them like this?!” 

“Ow! But Mother—!” 

“Don’t you ‘Mother’ me! I’ll handle this, you and the others can start with the morning chores. Go on, git!” The older cookie yanked the other’s beard towards one of the houses, earning a grumble. 

“I’m sorry about my son and the monster in our farm.” The cookie apologized

Before the heroes could speak, she handed them a small coin bag “For your efforts.” 

“Thank you miss. We’ll try and find a more experienced warrior for your monster problems.” 

As the group walked away, White Lily waited for them to be a good distance away before staying behind to talk to the old chief. “The creature was a Laffy Taffy, if you want to get rid of it yourselves, try uprooting them as quietly as possible. They react to sound.” She advised quietly 

“Ah, so that’s what it was! Thank you for the advice dearie!”

“Happy to help! I must go now, my friends might be waiting for me!” 

The mage bid one last goodbye before hurrying on to catch up with her friends. But as she was, she heard the chief mutter something to one of the villagers.

“Well I haven’t seen any other pest since they came, plus they help keep the crops healthy. I think we should keep them!”

The mage nearly stopped in her tracks but decided to continue forward. She was honestly glad her friends were way ahead of her. 

Since then, the Ancients made an oath to never speak a word of this adventure. Of all the monsters and beasts they faced together, the Laffy Taffy was truly an unbeatable foe. And they’ll crumble before telling another soul about it.

fin :)

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A/N: Hello lovely people! It’s been a while since I made a fic since school, but now that I’m out for the summer, I get to relax a bit! This is my first CRK fic involving all the ancients when they were younger, they’re too adorable to not wreck!

Hope you all enjoyed! <3

[feathers-of-fluff]

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. 

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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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End

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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!)