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this kills me

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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don’t get me wrong i love giggles and cutesie squeals and squeaks but i love extracting hearty stomach laughs too it’s like finding gold in a mine full of silver

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one day you too could be a fanfic author who updates a decade later

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Happy 24-6-01!

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im sooo ticklable you should take advantage of it

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How to help depending on the mood :

Overthinking —> Tickles + More tickles

Sad —> Tickles + Kisses

Lonely —> Tickles + Hugs

Attention Starved —> Tickles + Banter

Stressed —> Tickles + Massage

Tired —> Tickles + Cuddly Nap

Upset —> Talk about it like grown ups + end with Tickles

Angry —> Don’t even think about it unless you want to be buried so deep that even the earth worms won’t find you.

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100 T-Word Writing Prompts

1. “Now, that was interesting.”

2. “I don’t laugh.”

3. “You seem scared.”

4. “Where is it?”

5. “Ya know, I have my ways…”

6. “Your attempts are futile.”

7. “This isn’t over.”

8. “Well, someone’s grouchy.”

9. “Hey, cheer up.”

10. “I can’t be held responsible for what I’m about to do to you.”

11. “How can someone not be ticklish??”

12. “Hold on, I can explain…”

13. “You know it’s wrong to lie, right?”

14. “Come at me. I dare you.”

15. “You’re so cute.”

16. “Is that a challenge?”

17. “I will kick you.”

18. “You wanna die?”

19. “I’ll make you regret that.”

20. “C'mon. Smile.”

Keep reading

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send me some!!!!!!

🪶 Tickling Community Asks 🪶

-adults only, minors dni-

If you use an online name, how did you come up with it?

Do you feel your sun sign is accurate to who you are?

What’s a piece of media (tv show, movie, video game, book) that influenced you as a person and your interests?

How do you take your coffee or tea?

Favorite candy?

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Favorite sea creature?

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Food you’d never get tired of?

What do you look for at a mall food court?

Favorite recent memory?

What hypes you up?

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What’d ya do today?

You have a magic potion and you choose to drink it. What do you want the potion to do?

Fictional weapon of choice? (you’d be able to use it effectively)

Woah! You’ve suddenly become super powerful! What color is your anime-style aura?

What fictional universe would you enjoy being a part of?

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Comfort show?

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If you had a Final Boss theme, what track would you want it to be?

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When was the last time you had water?

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Big cars or small cars?

On a scale from 1 to 10 how good do you think you are at being an adult?

Favorite season and why?

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Myers-Briggs Type Indicator?

What’s something you enjoy doing when you spend with friends?

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How ticklish are you?

Favorite method?

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Favorite spot?

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What’s something important to consider when engaging in play?

How did you discover you were a lee, ler, or switch?

Preferred aftercare?

Boom. You’re being tickle interrogated. How long do you think you could hold your tongue on that secret info they want outta you?

Boom. You have to carry out a tickling interrogation. How do you get them to break?

Favorite thing to hear as a lee?

Favorite thing to hear as a ler?

What kind of lee are you?

What kind of ler are you?

Favorite way of having affection given to you? (Love language.)

Think about your favorite ler, how do you feel when they tickle/tease you?

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Is tickling your primary kink?

What kinks go hand in hand with tickling for you?

Advice for newer community members?

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Any one you ever suspect of liking tickling?

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Safeword worthy spot?

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Do you like having your movement restricted or to you like to be able to fight back?

Favorite tickle video?

How do you feel about the fact you enjoy tickling in the way you do?

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sorry for oversharing on tumblr.com do you still love me

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NEST 2025

Hello all 💙

Brace yourself, I'm sure there's a ton of typos I missed.

As I talked about in a previous post, I finally decided to be brave and go to NEST this year! (I'm so so sorry, I meant to post sooner but life threw a couple curve balls within a week or two of coming back 😅😅 but I did find my brain while doing laundry yesterday so here's your post!)

I was *fucking terrified* the second I purchased my ticket, but I got in touch with other people that were going and that fear quickly was replaced by excitement. Everyone I talked to online was so incredible and very very nice, it eased my worries right away.

The fear returned the day of my flight. (Lmao)

This was the first actual kink event I had been to aside from classes at my local dungeon. It all became so real once I hopped on the plane, knowing full well what I was traveling for.

I touched down pretty early, met up with a friend I talked to online previously, and we met up with another to drive to the hotel.

I felt like I was a teen hanging out with my hooligan friends again. The energy was high, we were joking, laughing, and chatting as if we had known each other for years. I didn't know how much I missed that feeling and I'm eternally grateful to them and the people running this event for bringing back that side of me.

Since I'm not sure what all I can talk about, I'll stick to generic feelings and low-detail memories, BUT I did get permission from a couple people I sessioned with to write more detailed accounts of what happened🤭.

I can't begin to describe how impressed I was with the attention to safety and comfort for everyone. With how many people go, that organization can't be easy. There was also always something going on, which I wasn't expecting at all. I had heard stories about games and stuff but there was almost always a class, a game, a demonstration, something going on. People also broke off to do their own activities but there was no shortage of things to do if you didn't know anyone.

Also, yes I got 'napped. Once I have confirmation I can go into detail on that, I will, otherwise I can tell the story via DM 💙.

When I went, I had zero expectations to have any sessions. I was thinking I'd be lucky enough just to meet some cool, like-minded people and vibe.

Guess what happened.

Day one, I already had friends. Before the event, in the discord server, I had become part of a group that we had dubbed the "Lee Union". It started as a joke, and turned into a strong bond. We were each other's support system and made sure we were safe and taken care of. We even had cloaks made by one of the amazing members (the golden feather fabric in the above photo) which made their debut on raffle night. I can't be more grateful to have found this group, it's nice to have friends you don't have to hide pieces of yourself from. (If you're wondering which one I was, I was the one with the bells.)

I had a moment with a couple of the members, who were recounting their session stories. I confessed I hadn't "gotten got" yet, at which they did hold me down and made sure I got a good dose so I didn't feel left out 😅. (Someone wrote "tickle toy" on my stomach, much to my dismay. I was wearing a crop top that day and a kilt so I had to keep adjusting so it wouldn't be visible 😂) It was on the more playful side, but I didn't realize just how much damage two people can do.

My first actual session though, I was not expecting.

I had met a new friend (I honestly don't remember if it was at orientation or walking around after) and we hit it off chatting pretty much right away. Im not sure if it's cool for me to tag him, but he did say I can mention our session.

I'm a writer but I'm absolutely garbage at telling my own stories so bear with me lmao.

After negotiating and talking about what each of us wants out of the session, we went to an area that was more private but still DM'd space. We couldn't figure out the ratchet strap system (at one point we had like 2 other people in there trying to figure out what happened lol), so we opted for the cot.

The cot setup was a standard camping cot with Velcro cuffs attached to the top and bottom posts with Paracord. I did warn that I thrash pretty hard and have a tendency to get out, but he was sure that wouldn't happen.

He was right.

I could honestly gush about that session for *hours* so I'll just keep it to the juicy details.

I had no idea I was so sensitive to rougher tickles, I always thought I only reacted to the lighter scribbling and scratching. He had this (very mean) technique of using the lighter touches until I either squirmed too far or started trying to get out, then would roughly dig into my lower ribs to stop me. Funny enough, it made my brain short circuit enough I couldn't focus on getting out and would do damn near anything to make it stop.

Hot, I know.

But a bit that's burned into my brain forever is he sat above my head and told me to look at him. When I refused he dug in again and didn't stop until I did.

I had no idea I was capable of subspace. I didn't think that was a function my brain had.

But I looked up, saw the look he was giving me, and immediately dropped in head first.

For the first time in my life I was able to keep my arms up and stay (relatively) still. I don't remember if he told me to keep my arms up or if I just did it but I remember reaching up and tucking my hands behind his knees.

My brain was pretty much mush by that point, so who said what doesn't super matter.

Aside from the fact he made me admit I love being tickled.

Bastard.

Also, I had some pretty gnarly bruises from that rough digging for the rest of nest (hot, I know)

My other session was a little less intense but, y'know, day two I was so far into my lee-brain that I was giggling my head off at nothing.

It was with a friend I had met in the discord before nest, and we hit it off in person as well. Dudes super sweet (mean, but sweet).

This time it was ratchet straps. Between the two of us fiddling with it we were able to get them functional.

Again, I could gush about the session for hours, so I'll stick to stuff that stood out.

For one, I could get out. He figured out I was very reactive to these rings he had (they had little metal prongs like on the head massager thingies) on my feet so he was focused down there for a decent span of time. At least, long enough for me to figure out if I spiderman-pulling-a-boat-together yank on the straps, they get just loose enough that I can shake my arm and the hooks come right out of the loop on the strap.

I got out a couple times before I think he stopped caring lmao. I sat up and tried to pull him backwards, away from my left foot, but he was stronger than me and just kept going 🙃.

At the mush-brain point, I honestly don't know fully what he was doing but he was at my right foot and I hit a point I'm not super used to. In a good way.

This happened in my other session as well but there's a point I hit where I stop fighting and relax into it. (I write it into my fics pretty often, it's something that happens to me lmao). My laughter flows more freely and I stop struggling beyond the involuntary twitches. It's a really really nice feeling and a big reason I love tickling so much. It literally shuts off my fight response and I can give in without much thought.

We stopped pretty soon after that but I hope I never lose the memory of that feeling. I'm sure I'll experience it again but I need to hold onto it between occurances, lol.

Aside from the sessions I attended some amazing classes and games, it was an amazing time and I fully plan on going next year!! I made so many new friends (who I'm already missing, but dammit I'm not gonna cry today 😤), made amazing memories, and of course the union has to make a reappearance.

Also, in the off chance this person finds this post:

FROZEN CUSTARD ABSOLUTELY COUNTS AS ICE CREAM. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

A big thank you to the people that make this event happen. You are amazing and I'm forever grateful for all of you 💙

See you all next year 🥹💙

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So, I went to NEST this year.

Y'all I can't even begin to describe how amazing it was!! I had an absolute blast and met so many amazing people. For the first time in my life I felt like in a room full of people I didn't have to hide a single thing.

I'll definitely be going again next year. I'll probably make a more in depth post once I find my brain, lol.

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Me to new blorbo: You are about to be so ungodly ticklish.

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I just love him, okay??????

Girlboss ygor edit/fancam :3

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Delightful Freak

A tickle fanfic based on the characters in the Monsters Unchained ride at Epic Universe (please don't judge me lmao)

Authors note and everything below the cut because spoilers.

Authors note: So.... Hear me out. I went to the Epic Universe preview recently and had the honor of going on Monsters Unchained.

They absolutely knew what they were doing and the audience they were catering to.

Several of Ygors lines are why this fic happened. Blame the people at Universal.

Goddamn teasy lines. Bleh.

Anywho, enjoy the brain rot.

⚠️⛔️WARNING!⛔️⚠️ This is a tickle fic. Don't like, don't read. Thank you 💙

⚠️⛔️DOUBLE WARNING⛔️⚠️ HORROR ELEMENTS INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: MEDICAL, CORPSES, NEEDLES, GORE, THREAT OF TORTURE, SUBJECT BEING VERY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SITUATION, NON-CONSENTUAL TICKLING.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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Carter stared up the steps, marveling at the size of the mansion in front of him. Slate grey brick, weathered and worn, adorned delicately with moss and other flora, it looked like something out of a fairytale.

Before he could wave to the driver, his cab took off down the road. His employer had pre-paid for the ride, and the driver did not seem to eager to stay on property longer than he had to. He barely spoke the entire 3 hour ride, even with prompting.

Well, no backing out now.

Several weeks ago, Carter lost his job.

Unfortunately, bills still rolled in. He had no choice but to get something quick, even if it was unpleasant.

Fortunately, one job caught his eye.

"Test subject wanted." The ad had said, it had only been on the website for a couple weeks and was published by a name he had only heard in stories.

Frankenstein.

"Test subject wanted to participate in a nerve study. Payment will be one lump sum of $10,000 USD. If selected, you will be given the details and a travel stipend."

Looking back he should have been wary. It could have easily been a scam.

So far though, his employer had been truthful. When he arrived at the airport, his round trip ticket to Germany was in fact real and business class. The cab driver was waiting for him once he arrived, and drove him to the aformentioned manor.

With his backpack slung over his shoulder he began to climb the steps, ignoring the nervous lump in his chest. With this paycheck he could live for months.

Reaching the top, he hesitantly rang the bell. Loud and resonant ringing sounded from behind the ornate wooden doors, nearly shaking his bones with the volume. Whoever this Frankenstein person was, they had taste.

Carter waited, shuffling his feet. Maybe they didn't hear? He reached for the bell again, pausing as he heard something.

Shuffling, someone scurrying to the door.

He quickly retracted his hand, shoving it into his pocket. He attempted to look nonchalant, glancing around at the courtyard as the door opened, creaking in protest.

He looked towards the door, smiling warmly. Then he furrowed his brows.

A short spindly man looked up at him with an unnervingly wide grin. He wore a white lab coat, stained from work, with a leather apron and ancient looking safety goggles. His dark hair was cropped into a short bowl cut, sticking up at odd angles, and he was so pale he almost looked grey. Sharp blue eyes peered from behind the glass of the goggles, studying him.

"Uh, hi." Carter said. "I'm-"

"Carter!" The man finished for him, excitedly pushing the door open and waving him inside.

"Come in! Come in! We have been expecting you and there is much work to be done."

His voice was animated and slightly scratchy, like he couldn't contain his enthusiasm. Carter followed, reaching back to close the door. He flinched as it slammed, plunging him and his strange host into darkness.

Once his eyes adjusted, he was met with a beautiful foyer. Marble staircases wrapped the edge of the room leading up to a mezzanine that separated off to another raised landing. Artwork graced every wall, statues standing guard near the doorways. The room was lit dimly by warm Edison bulbs installed in the light fixtures, casting a faintly orange glow across the surroundings.

The small man scurried forward between the staircases to a door in the center of the back wall. He pulled it aside, gesturing for Carter to head in first. Hesitantly, he obeyed.

"Thank you for coming right away." The man said behind him, a sneer in his tone. "I trust the trip went well?"

Carter nodded, looking around with wonder as the eccentric surroundings were replaced with slate and brick, a staircase leading downwards into darkness at his feet.

"It was a long flight, but it was okay." He said, jumping as he felt the man prod him in the back, urging him forward. He began down the steps, feeling his hands become clammy and his anxiety rising. "This job is right up my alley, I'm excited to see what kind of advancements you're hoping to make with this research."

The man chuckled darkly, not helping the eerie scenery.

"Are you Frankenstein?" Carter asked.

The man barked a laugh, nearly startling him enough to trip. A hand landed firmly against his shoulder, steadying him.

"No, I am not." The man giggled to himself, following uncomfortably close. "I am Ygor, her assistant. I will be conducting this experiment."

"I-I see." Carter said, finally making it to the bottom floor. The same warm lighting filled this room as the one above, but the sights were far less welcoming.

Ygor moved around him, slamming the iron door to the staircase. It locked with a click, making Carter spin. Ygor grinned.

Walking in front of him, Ygor beckoned. Metal tables lined the room, various instruments hanging from holders that swayed on chains attached to the ceiling. Carter swallowed, more hesitant than ever as he saw something he was not prepared for.

Bodies.

Almost all of the metal gurneys carried one, each draped with a white sheet. His stomach churned as he looked, some of the sheets were stained red with blood, others dipped into the curvature of wounds or surgical openings in odd places.

Ygor caught him staring.

"Curious?" He said, gesturing to a body with a large rectangular dip in the torso. The portion of the sheet in the bottom of the cavity was wet and black, sitting in a pool of whatever lied beneath. Carter nearly retched.

"No, I'm just surprised." He said, pointedly looking away as Ygor lifted the sheet. The smell burned Carters nostrils, chemicals and rot mixing in a cocktail not meant to be experienced by the living. "You still haven't explained what this nerve study is about."

Ygor paused, dropping the sheet. Carter looked back in time to watch him think, the small man seeming apprehensive.

"Its for a larger project." He said curtly, spinning on his heel and walking further into the large space. Carter followed quickly, eager to get away from the makeshift morgue.

Ygor lead him into a section separated off by a large curtain. He scurried to the far wall, grabbing the end and pulling it with him as he walked to the other. A large metal table, bolted to the ground and adorned with leather straps sat before them, the wall covered floor to ceiling with boxy machines, none Carter could identify. A tray of tools and instruments stood beside the table, awaiting the experiment.

Awaiting him.

Carter paled, starting to shake. Tears threatened to well up in his eyes from fear.

Ygor walked over to the table, opening the straps fully. "Come, remove your clothes and lay down. We have much to do, yes?" He grinned, likely trying to be friendly.

Carter couldn't move.

Ygor approached him, taking him by the hand and walking him to the table.

"Do not be afraid, you will walk out of here alive. Remember, you signed a waver." He giggled the last part, patting the table.

Carter swallowed.

He had to do this. He needed the money.

Steeling himself, he stripped down to his boxers and hopped up onto the table, swinging his legs up and placing his limbs over the restraints. He laid back, willing down his anxieties, reminding himself what was at stake.

Ygor clapped excitedly, starting to clasp the restraints. He started at the two at his feet, moving up his body to the strap over his hips, arms, and chest. Carter couldn't move an inch.

"We need this data for a larger project." Ygor said, reiterating his statement.

"One of our creations needs some fine tuning, and cadaver specimens don't work so well after they've sat out for a few days." Ygor approached the tray, picking up a large vial filled with blue fluid and a very large syringe.

"We need to study how your nerves react to low level electric current so we can better the fine motor function of the creature." Ygor said, flipping the vial and piercing the syringe into it. He drew in nearly the whole thing.

Ygor leaned over him, tossing the vial over his shoulder with a crash.

"Okay, big pinch!" He said, moving towards his arm. Carter tensed, adrenaline spiking as he felt the man palpating his inner arm, searching for a good vein. Finding one, he delicately pierced in. Ygor had clearly done this before, no more pain than a normal blood draw.

"This may burn a little." Ygor said, and Carter winced as he felt warmth rush through his veins.

Carter looked down, cringing as he watched the last of the blue fluid disappear into his arm. Ygor pressed a cotton ball over the needle as he removed it, holding firm against the vein to stop any bleeding.

"What was that?" Carter asked, feeling itchy underneath his skin. Hopefully he wasn't allergic.

Ygor tossed the syringe over his shoulder, the metal and glass clattering.

"Just something to help electricity move through you easier. Your kidneys should be able to remove it on their own over time." Ygor said, moving back to the tray.

He came back with a handful of metal pins, each trailing thin wires back to one of the machines on the wall. Ygor grinned.

"Have you ever had acupuncture, Carter?" He asked, moving up near his head.

"Uh... No, why?" Carter said, eyeing the needles with apprehension.

"Ah, perfect. This will be nothing like that."

Carter yelped as a pin stabbed into the side of his neck. He cringed as he felt it press in, the weight of the wire pulling on it slightly.

He cried out again as another was placed on the other side of his neck, tears blurring his vision as six were placed in his ribcage, three on each side, three down each of his arms, and four down each leg.

He breathing was jagged, trying to calm himself. Carter raised his head, looking at Ygor with terror.

"What the fuck was that for?" He yelled, trying to seem intimidating.

"Electrodes. These will pulse with electricity, stimulating your nerves."

He walked up to the tray again, picking up 20 stickers with the same wires leading back to the machine.

"These are the return electrodes. The data we need will travel from your nerves to these."

He pressed a sticker onto each fingertip and each toe, gently wrapping each with tape to keep them on.

He still felt that blue stuff buzzing inside him.

Carter squirmed as much as he could in his restraints. The pins were no longer painful, but uncomfortable, the pulling of the wires making his skin crawl. He watched Ygor as he moved to the machine they lead to, pressing a few buttons on the panel.

"I do have to apologize for this next part." Ygor said, his grin not looking one bit apologetic. "You will live, lab rat." He said, raising a hand to a large switch.

"But until this experiment is over, the pain may make you wish you were dead."

He yanked it down, the lights in the room flickering as a low hum filled the air. Carter yelped, feeling the electrodes begin to pulse, warm tingling radiating from the pins and spreading through his body.

He huffed, pulling at his restraints. The feeling grew stronger with each passing second, building and building.

But it didn't hurt.

The buzzing feeling, his muscles twitching, each nerve ending lighting up with energy.

It fucking tickled.

Bewildered, he stared at the ceiling, trying to will down a smile that was threatening to split his features. He shook his head, breath quickening.

There's no way this was happening.

Gritting his teeth, he pressed his head against the table. The tickling spread down through the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet towards the return electrodes.

"You're allowed to scream, Carter." Ygor said, standing with his hands on his hips. "No one can hear you down here. I know this must be agony." He laughed.

Ygor leaned over his face, basking in what he thought was a pained expression. "Come on, little lab rat. Tell me how bad it hurts."

The feeling intensified, filling his core with phantom feathers. It was worse than anything he had felt before. His pride hated it, but he couldn't hold back anymore.

Bright, ticklish smile taking over, he burst into loud laughter. He squirmed, back arching off the table, his blush deepening and spreading down his chest.

Ygor looked confused. He looked to Carter, then the machine, tapping the small screen displaying the data. He leaned over the table, studying his face.

Carter squeezed his eyes shut, the sensation finally reaching the worst it was going to be. He cackled, writhing as he felt each pulse.

The pins pulsed in sequence, starting at the neck and moving down. His laughter fluctuated with the transitions.

"The machine says this is working. Are you messing with me?" Ygor said, puzzled.

Carter shook his head, trying and failing to speak.

Ygor shut off the machine, walking back over to Carter. "Why are you laughing? You have over fifty volts running though you. With fifteen miliamps you should be at least silent with the pain."

Carter panted, grateful for the break.

"Your machine is broken then." Carter said, clearing his throat.

Ygor raised an eyebrow.

"It doesn't hurt. It tickles."

Ygor paused, then barked a laugh.

"It tickles?" He said incredulously. Carter glared at him, blushing deeply as his captor laughed.

"Would you look at that, poor little lab rat giggling himself silly! It must be the serum." Ygor looked downright elated. His crooked teeth looked almost predatory as he scribbled something down in a notebook on the tool cart.

"I would be grateful if I were you. I was sure you would be begging for death in minutes."

Carter refused to look at him, scowling at the ceiling.

"Aww, come on now. We still have to finish the experiment. I think we both know that face won't last long."

Carter lurched, whipping his head to look at him. All at once, his glare melted away.

"Wait, no. We can talk about this, right?" He started, pulling hard at the straps. "Clearly this wasn't how this was supposed to go!"

Ygor laughed.

"No, it wasn't, but I'm going to tell you a little secret."

He leaned in, hands pressed to the table on either side of Carters head.

"I'm a sadist, my friend. Agony is agony."

Ygor stepped up to the machine again, keeping his eyes on Carter as he slowly wrapped his hand around the switch again.

Carter, to his own dismay, started giggling.

"No! No, please, let me go!"

Ygor flinched, feigning flipping the switch.

Carter shrieked, shaking his head.

"Don't do it! Please, I'm begging you. Just let me go, I don't want the money!"

Ygor stomped with excitement, grinning widely.

"One... Two....."

That bastard pulled it before three.

Carter yelped, "no"s pouring out of him as the sensations started up again.

This time he had no chance at keeping from laughing.

Ygor pressed a few buttons on the machine before walking up to the table again, poking at the tools on the cart.

"I changed the settings so the electrodes will stay in one spot for awhile before changing, I want to have some fun too."

The electrodes in his torso buzzed to life, sending ticklish waves through him. Carter arched his back, giggling shrilly.

Ygor fished a metal rod off the tray, wrapping a return electrode around one end. Donning rubber gloves to keep the electricity from him, he grasped the rod in one hand, lightly dragging the return end over Carters stomach.

Carter screeched.

Ygor giggled along with him, scribbling and scratching with the rod and roughly kneeding one hip with his free hand.

Carter was in hell. His laughter rose in volume, squeaky and frantic. He sounded insane.

He couldn't think, he could only beg.

He couldn't get a word out.

Ygor tutted.

"So sorry, I cannot understand you. You're laughing too hard. Calm down a little so I can understand, yes?"

He pressed the rod into Carters belly button, making him scream. He writhed, tears beginning to flow freely as he laughed his heart out.

Ygor paused to check the screen, nodding to himself.

"Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!" Carter screamed, trying to kick out of the straps. Ygor shook his head.

"No, not yet. Once I test your legs I will let you free."

Carter threw his head back, a desperate wail escaping him.

"I wonder..."

Suddenly, the sensations stopped. Carter sucked in air greedily, residual giggles still pouring from him.

His core ached and his limbs were sore, sweat spackled his hair to his forehead. When he gets set free he would definitely sleep well after.

If he's ever set free.

Ygor appeared above him, standing at the head of the table and peering upside-down at Carter. He slipped a band over Carters head, wiping the sweat soaked hair away to make room for cold metal.

"What... Is this...?" Carter managed between breaths, smile still lingering.

"We can get brain scans at the same time. See how your brain is mapping your struggling, yes? Good for fine motor function."

Oh right, the "bigger project".

"Let... Me go." Carter said, trying to use the table to rub the headband off of him. Ygor simply secured it, making a chin strap out of gauze.

"Soon, lab rat." Ygor patted his shoulder, then scribbled his fingers around his neck, making Carter squeak.

Ygor paused, looking at the screen.

"Huh."

He walked up to the screen, tapping it with his knuckle.

He looked at Carter, flipping the switch for a moment before flipping it back, watching the screen intently. Carter yelped, but calmed immediately, nervous laughter shaking his frame.

"Well, that's different."

Carter glanced at him, glaring.

"Whats different?"

"You don't seem to be hating this."

Carter paused, looking to the other man.

"Excuse me?"

Ygor chuckled, pointing to something on the screen Carter didn't understand.

"Your endorphin levels and brain waves. They don't match up with someone who is suffering. You seem to be having fun." Ygor grinned, keeping a teasing tone in his words.

Carter felt a nervous knot form in his stomach.

"Well... I, uh. I guess it's not terrible." Carter said, not meeting his eyes.

Ygor threw the switch, cackling madly. Carter shrieked, falling back into hysterics.

"Well, my delightful freak, let see just how much of this you can take."

When Dr. Victoria Frankenstein found them, Carter had almost no voice left. The data collected was impeccable, exactly what they needed.

Carter had no idea how much time had elapsed. He walked away feeling more relaxed than he ever had and slept better on a flight than anyone ever had, a fat check depositing straight into his bank account before the plane touched the ground.

He also was sent off with an invitation to return any time he wished.

For research purposes only, of course.

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I have to say you are single-handedly feeding me with the Stormlight Archive tickle content I’ve been scouring the internet for so thank you for that I’ve literally read all of your Stormlight fics like 5 times each. So I saw that prompt list you reblogged and wanted to propose “What are you gonna do, tickle me?” maybe with Adolin and Kaladin? Perhaps Adolin is being a Little Shit and Kaladin has finally had enough lol.

Keep writing you’re doing amazing!! 💕

Oh my goodness thank you so much!!!!!! I’m so glad you like them, they’re an absolute blast to write too!

Sorry it took so long for me to write this 😅. Thank you for the request!

Bridge Boy

A Stormlight Archives tickle fanfiction

⛔️⚠️WARNING!!! ⚠️⛔️ As always, this is a tickle writing. Don't like, don't read. Thank you 💙

From the prompt list: "what are you gonna do, tickle me?"

Takes place somewhere in Words of Radiance I think.

When Kaladin and Adolin weren't quite friends yet.

Could be seen as platonic or a ship, whatever floats your goat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Living on Roshar, you learn very quickly there are many great ways to spend a high storm.

Safe and sound in the barracks was one. Kaladin found that Bridge Four made excellent company during the storms. Swapping stories, playing Towers, and enjoying a meal together to pass the time, by the time it was over they all would have sore sides from the bouts of laughter and full stomachs from the nightly traditional stew.

With the Kholins was another. While Dalinar explored his visions, chatting with Renarin and Adolin was usually pleasant. The two often used the storms as an excuse to catch up, so Kaladin's guard duty was spent learning more about the young brightlords.

Spending the high storm with just Adolin, however.

Not so great.

"...and that's when I said to her: gemheart, I understand you're upset, but you're the one who dumped me!" The highprince chuckled to himself as he recounted the story. Some poor girl Adolin had courted in the past found out he had a causal betrothed and was not too happy about the news.

Kaladin willed his scowl down into an uninterested stare. He wasn't sure who to feel worse for, the girl or Shallan.

Maybe both.

Syl flitted around Adolin as he continued to ramble, unaware of her observation. Standing in the air in front of the prince, she placed her hands on her hips, huffing frustratedly.

Kaladin raised an eyebrow.

Throwing a glance over her shoulder to see if he was watching, she then stuck her tongue out at the blonde, pushing her nose up with her thumb and scrunching her eyes in a very unladylike face before darting away, taking the form of twirling leaves.

Kaladin smirked. He knew she was trying to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, Adolin took the smirk as his doing.

"Something funny, bridge boy?" Adolin said, leaning back in his chair.

"No." Kaladin said, smoothing his expression. "And I told you to stop calling me that."

Adolin snickered. "What? What's wrong with bridge boy?"

Kaladin shrugged, crossing his arms.

"You all kept Bridge Four as your squad name. You all ran bridges. Therefore, bridge boy."

"Are you always this persistent? I would just prefer it if you called me by my name." Kaladin said, trying to keep a patient tone.

Adolin grinned. Leaning toward Kaladin, he tapped the shoulder patch displaying the "Bridge Four" glyph.

"Its even on your uniform! You can't tell me bridge boy isn't an accurate title."

Kaladin snatched Adolins hand, roughly shoving it back. "Stop. If you must call me anything, I'll accept Captain."

Adolin scoffed, clearly entertained by Kaladins disdain for the nickname. He reached for the patch again, chuckling when he got another firm shove.

"Fine! Fine, I'll call you what you want." Adolin said, hands up in surrender as he leaned back in his chair again.

Kaladin nodded, allowing himself to relax.

"...Captain bridge boy."

Kaladin slammed his hands against the arm rests of his chair, angerspren beginning to pool at his feet, and glared at the prince. Adolin had the nerve to smile at him.

"Hold on there, Captain bridge boy. I know you're getting a little worked up, but keep your anger in check. I can't imagine things going well for you if you hurt me."

Kaladin sneered. "Oh yeah? And why's that?"

Adolin raised his arms, lacing his hands behind his head in a relaxed pose. "Well, for one, I doubt you could do any real damage before I summoned my shardblade and put an end to it."

Kaladin refused to back down, keeping his glare trained on him as if he were an insubordinate new recruit. Syl glared at him too, but of course he couldn't see her.

"Second thing, you're meant to be guarding me. It would be very unfortunate for me to be injured after being entrusted to your care."

Damn lighteyed brat.

"I don't need to hurt you, Adolin Kholin. I just want you to stop this childishness. I have asked several times."

"And I refuse, Captain bridge boy." Adolins grin deepened. He was doing this intentionally to get a rise out of him, that bastard.

Kaladin stood, moving in front of the high prince. He placed his palms on the arm rests, trapping him in his seat, and leaned in with a menacing gaze. Adolin continued to watch with amusement.

"Intimidation now? Ooh, so scary." Adolin jibed. "My father is literally The Blackthorn, you're going to have to do better than that."

Kaladin was close to giving up. Letting him say whatever he wanted and tuning him out for the rest of the storm.

That is, until Adolin gave him an idea.

"Still, not backing down? Like we discussed, you can't harm me, so I'm not sure what your plan is here. What are you gonna do, tickle me?"

Kaladin paused.

Then he smirked.

Then he grinned.

Adolin, for the first time this evening, looked like he regretted saying something.

"Wait, I was joking."

Kaladin huffed a laugh, shoving his uniform sleeves up and out of the way.

"H-hey! You know, you're right, I won't call you bridge boy anymore. It was cruel of me to pester you."

Adolin, panicked, tried to stand. Kaladin shoved him back into his chair with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Is it an apology you want? Alright! I'm sorry and I take all my jokes back. We can drop this now."

Kaladin sighed, looking him in the eye.

"Brightlord, I don't want an apology. I just want you to shut up."

Kaladin darted his hands forward, latching on to Adolins sides. The blonde threw his head back with a yelp, loud cackling ripping from him.

"Wow, probably shouldn't have given this little weakness away." Kaladin said, scribbling fingers up and down, searching for sensitive spots.

Adolin squirmed, unable to bring his legs up for protection with how Kaladin stood over him. He wrapped his arms around himself tightly, though this wasn't a good enough deterant as the "bridge boy" worked around them.

As Kaladins hands scribbled up, the pitch of Adolins laughter rose too. Snickering to himself, he drilled his fingertips into Adolins ribcage.

The front legs of the chair left the floor, snapping back down with force as Adolin tried to lurch backwards. Embarrassingly high pitched giggles poured from him, face red enough his blue eyes seemed more vivid than before.

He managed to unravel his arms from his midsection, making a grab for Kaladins hands. Try as he might, he couldn't pry them free.

"You don't seem to be protesting much, just sitting back and laughing. Not so mouthy now, huh brightlord?" Kaladin said, shoving his hands under Adolins arms.

Adolin shrieked, shrill and piercing. Even Syl winced at the sound. Silent laughter followed, Adolin trying to speak through the mirth. He tried a few times before giving up, managing a half-formed gesture of frustration.

Kaladin shot his hands downward, kneeding into his hips with vigor. The shrill giggling ceased, making way for loud belly laughter. Finally, he got a word out.

"S-sorry!" He shouted, managing to get a knee up and shoving it against Kaladins chest.

"I told you, I don't want an apology. I want you to be quiet until the storm is over."

Kaladin didn't let him make space with his raised leg, moving a hand to kneed at the muscle in his thigh.

His leg spasmed, nearly throwing Kaladin off.

Kaladin grasped the leg tightly with one arm, roughly tickling with the other.

A swift kick to the stomach stopped the assault. Kaladins vision blurred with tears, his dinner threatening to make a reappearance from the force of the blow.

He dropped to the floor, wrapping an arm around his gut. Kaladin fought to regain his breath.

Adolin huffed from his chair, also trying to steady his breathing.

"Thats what you get. Maybe think twice before trying that again."

Kaladin snapped his head up, looking at the brightlord incredulously.

"If I recall correctly, you suggested that. I just followed through."

"I didn't suggest anything! I made a joke, ever heard of those?"

"I see a pretty good one sitting right in front of me, yeah."

Adolins jaw dropped.

"You're so going to regret saying that."

Kaladin yelped as the highprince pounced.

An hour later after the storm subsided, Dalinar and Renarin came looking for the two. To their surprise, they found them laying on the floor, out of breath, with laughterspren buzzing through the air around them.

Dalinar opted to not ask any questions.

At least they were getting along now.

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I Think the Human is Broken.

A terribly self indulgent tickle drabble.

My Facebook reels (laugh all you want, I enjoy my doom scrolling enrichment time) has recently been flooded with those Reddit stories where humans and aliens are now interacting on a daily basis and they are very perplexed by how we function. The brain rot won't leave me alone, so I guess this is just what I would write for one of those scenarios if I was brave enough to Reddit.

Also, I may have accidentally made my first OCs..... I kind of like these assholes, lmao.

WARNING!!! ⚠️⛔️ this is a tickle writing. Don't like, don't read! Thank you. ⛔️⚠️

On the bridge of the great exploration vessle "1322 Phoenix", all was flowing as usual. The steady ping of the radar, various crew members calling to each other and working together to keep the ship on her course. Everything was at it should be.

At least, Captain Resk thought it was.

The intercom overhead on the bridge sounded with the familiar ding, signalling Resk that someone wanted to speak. He raised his hand in a calm gesture to a crew member, showing he would recieve the transmission.

"Med bay to the bridge, this is Senar speaking."

Captain Resk felt a twinge of anxiety. A call from med bay was rarely a good thing.

"Captain Resk. What is it?"

"Its the human, sir."

Resk paused. The 1322 Phoenix had a crew of over 4,000, all races, ages, and sizes. It was her diversity and blending of lives that gave her an edge unlike any in the fleet. With so many different ideas and ways of being, it made trade negotiations, peace treaties, and discovering new worlds an easier task.

Officer Brian Stent, however, was the only human on board.

He was short compared to most of the crew, only 6'3 in Earth measurements. Like all humans he had the strange five fingered hands, short and dull nails, squat teeth (I mean, come on. Those canine teeth they all boast are barely a threat), and brown eyes. He wore his dark hair in a short cropped style, longer on the top.

Compared to Resk's own 9 foot tall form, grey ashen skin, and red eyes, the human stood out like a sore thumb. Nearly everyone on the crew shared similarities no matter the race, but Brian was like a thimble nestled into a pile of corks.

That being said, human physiology was no one's expertise.

"Go on. What's wrong with him?"

There was a strange sound of struggle in the background, Brian could be heard letting out a loud yelp and something metal clattering to the floor.

"Uh, it may be better to see for yourself sir."

Oh boy.

Captain Resk nodded to the crew member again, signalling for them to shut off the intercom. He barked an order for someone to fill in while he was gone and strolled out of the bridge and towards the elevator. This better be good.

Resk was a mere two doors down from the bay when he heard a shriek. Loud and piercing. Undoubtedly human.

He broke into a sprint, claws scraping against the floor. His species was bipedal, but sported some collosal hardware on their feet from their hunting days. They came in handy when you needed to move.

He crashed through the doors of the medbay, momentarily shocked as he saw Brian strapped to a table, many medical personal around him.

Resk started forward, worried for the human, he raised a hand to tear someone away-

Was he smiling?

When he first encountered this human behavior, it baffled him. These small bipeds bared their teeth as a show of happiness or an attempt to appear friendly. Strange creatures indeed.

The med staff worked around him, dragging scanners across his midsection, poking him with blunt metal implements, and all the while typing information into datapads hovering in the air around them.

Brian was, for lack of better term, bewilderingly elated it seemed. His face was bright red and plastered with a wide grin, half way between holding his breath and gasping. He occasionally let out a whimper or a squeak, but said nothing.

Senar approached solemnly, head down and his four hands pressed flat against his chest in a sign of worry.

"He came in asking if we could run a routine physical on him this morning, that's when we discovered this strange ailment."

Resk nodded, fear rising in his chest. Could he be dying? Do they need to quarantine him and anyone he was in contact with?

"Whats happened to him?"

"We aren't quite sure. We believe he either sustained a spinal cord or brain injury, or is in the throws of a nervous system attacking disease. Either way, he is suffering."

Brian let out another loud shriek, lurching away from the touch of a scanner pressed into his lower ribs. This scanner shouldn't cause such a reaction, it was painless. Only a light vibrating sensation should have been felt but he screamed as if he were stabbed. The smile remained as he threw his head back against the table, nose scrunching.

From what little Resk knew about the human art of lip reading, he saw Brian mouthing "please stop".

Resk lurched forward, drawing the medical staff back. They ceased their prodding and Brian relaxed, breathing deeply. He smiled tiredly.

"Thank you." He wheezed, rolling his head to look at the captain. "Please make them let me go. I'm okay, I promise."

"We cannot allow that!" Senar said, agast. "If you have an injury we need to know! What have you done in the past few days that would have caused this?"

Brian's face went red again, a behavior Resk hadn't seen before. Humans could change color? How odd.

"Its nothing, okay? I'm fine! I'm not hurt!" He protested, pulling at the restraints.

"Then why do you react this way when we do this?" Senar said, running a claw gently up Brains side.

Brian lurched away, grin shooting back agross his features. "It's normal! All humans are like this!"

That made Resk pause.

"What do you mean? You all have this injury?"

Brian groaned in exasperation. "No, it's not an injury. I'm ticklish. That's it."

Resk glanced at Senar, who shook his head and sighed.

"He mentioned this before, Captain. There is no such word in our databases. We think he made it up so we wouldn't throw him into the healing chamber."

The "healing chamber" was something of a new advancement in health technology. Only issue was, it was only a cure all if it had blueprints, i.e. similar patient structures. Humans would not be recognized. Resk understood his apprehension.

"Brain, if you are hurt please rest assured Senar and his team can help you. You don't need to make up imaginary words to avoid it, they aren't out to hurt you."

Brian glared at Senar, a strange habit most humans possessed. "I'm not making it up."

"Explain then." Resk commanded.

Brain, hilariously, got redder. Was that healthy?

One of Senar's assistants approached on the other side of the table, gently pressing the scanner into his stomach.

And he.....laughed?

It was short, barked and startled, but it was definitely a laugh. On this ship, whether a species was capable of laughter was about 50/50, and didn't always mean amusement or mirth. For Senar's own species it meant uncontainable rage. Resk knew in this case what human laughter meant, but it was perplexing.

"I can't explain it!" Brian spat, trying to squirm away from the scanner. In response, the assistant pressed the scanner in more firmly, which seemed to lessen his panic.

"Try." Resk commanded, Senar nodding enthusiastically.

Brian sputtered, sucking in his stomach to remove the sensation of the scanner. Senar waved the assistant away, leaning over him with crossed arms.

"If it is true all humans posess this, we need to know for our databases." Senar said, reaching over to fiddle with a data pad. "This is set up to record your testimony. Be as accurate as you can."

Brian thumped his head against the table, looking at the hovering pad with hesitation. He almost looked... ashamed?

Resk placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, a gesture he learned was meant to sooth anxiety in the species. His hand was so large it engulfed the shoulder entirely, nails barely scraping the side of his neck.

That made him cringe.

"Fine."

Brian took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling. Whatever this was, he was very nervous about sharing.

"Every human is ticklish to some degree, some less some more. When we experience gentle external stimuli, like poking, light scratching, dragging of fingers, it triggers the fight or flight response."

Senar nodded, one of his hands pressed to his cheek in a contemplative posture.

"So, this frightens you then?"

Brian shook his head, chuckling. "No, not exactly. It's more of an involuntary panic. I know I'm not in danger, but my instincts take over. No one really knows why."

Resk pondered on it.

So, panic? That still didn't explain-

Brian squeaked as the assistant managed to sneak back in, pressing the scanner into his lower stomach just above the hip.

"Will you stop that?!" He snapped, trying his best to scowl. A wobbly smile cracked that facade, however.

"Why do you react this way? You almost seem amused." Resk said, kneeling beside the table. From how his legs bent, he was able to rest his elbows atop his knees and cross them.

"Like I said, it's involuntary!" He squealed, trying to pull away from the scanner. "It makes us laugh."

Senar and Resk looked to each other, Senars eyebrows raising and Resk tilting his head.

"So this is.... humorous?" Senar asked, glancing at the data pad to make sure it was getting everything. The scanners data appeared on screen as well, showing healthy and stable organs and a high heart rate.

"Its not funny, it just makes us laugh!" He snorted as the scanner was moved to the middle of his stomach, reaching the strange hole he possessed.

"But if this makes you laugh, is it not a good thing? Why fight it so much?"

"Because it fucking tickles! Knock it off!" Brian pleaded, finally letting the smile take over and looking towards the pair. His eyes were giddy, an expression very unique to his kind. Most species eyes were unreadable when it came to emotions, no matter how strong.

Senar looked at him, then tentatively reached out a hand and scribbled his claws against his side.

The effect was immediate.

Brain yelped before disolving into bright laughter, what a people with this type of mirth would call "giggles". He fought against his restraints, torn between pulling away from the hand or the scanner.

"Oh god, please don't!" He begged, shoulders shaking lightly.

"Fascinating." Senar said, glancing to Resk. "We need more data. Brian, I need you to tell me why it works in some spots and not others. When we prodded your face you did not act this way, why?"

Brian continued to laugh, shaking his head.

"It just doesn't tickle there! Let me go!"

Resk placed a hand back on Brians shoulder, not missing how he recoiled when his claws grazed his neck again.

"I apologize for Senar's enthusiasm, but I agree. If we want to expand and bring more humans into the fleet, we need more information."

Resk wriggled his fingers experimentally, feeling a spike of amusement when Brian scrunched his neck, trapping his claws in place. "Just play along for now, we'll make sure we get everything recorded so we won't have to do this again."

"Ah! I see, so are the ends of your body less effected than the center?" Senar asked, moving to the far end of the table. He swiped a claw up the sole of Brains foot.

Brian cackled, jerking in his restraints. "No! No, not all the ends! Leave my feet alone!"

Resk had to supress a hum, his species show of amusement. It was clear Senar was having some fun himself, as his pointed ears were pressed flat against his head in a mischievous posture.

Senar reached out a second hand, scribbling the claws of both against both of the humans soles.

Brian screeched, throwing his head back in loud peels of pitchy laughter. He tried to plead, but the words came out in incoherent babbles.

The assistants peered from their stations, curious. This was the first time this treatment had resulted in noise. Could they make him make noises too?

They scurried over. This species was non verbal, communicating psionically. They were as close to a hive mind as you could get without actually being a hive mind. Great helpers, but they all had personalities.

Senar waved them back, slapping a couple curious hands away. "Not yet, I need to conduct this piece by myself. Thank you."

He ceased the scratching, moving up to his legs. Brian greedily sucked in breath.

Resk patted the shoulder he still had a hand on.

"Senar, are we sure this is ethical? He seems like he wants you to stop."

Senar shrugged, placing hands over Brains legs. He stiffened, eyes locked on the hands. All four this time.

"Yeah, this isn't ethical! Let me go, you can't just experiment on me!"

Senar began scratching again, tilting his head when only giggling poured out of the human. "We need more information. It's for the good of the fleet."

He scribbled up and down his legs, noting his laughter rising when he got closer to his joints. Ankles, knees, hips, he began to get shrill and panicky.

"Why does this not work as well here?" Senar asked, poking into the flesh of his calves and thighs. The poking made him jump.

"I'm not going to tell you what works on my tickle spots!"

Resk did hum at that, it was a resonant hum that many found soothing when he emmitted it. The volume of it caught the attention of Senar, who wiggled his ears knowingly.

"What is the purpose of this anyway?" Resk asked, ignoring the giggling man beside him. "It seems like its more of a hindrance than a help."

Brian shook his head. "People use it to playfully torture each other-" he broke off into another stream of laughter as Sunar reached his knees again. "In ancient times it was used as real torture but now it's just for fun."

Senar perked up at this, looking Brian in the eyes.

"So, this is fun? You're having fun?"

Brian's blush deepened, but didn't respond. Resk supposed it made sense. No humans on the ship meant no one to engage in human-play. Did humans often play like this?

"Tell me what makes you laugh here." Senar jabbed into his thighs and calves again. "We just want to know more."

Brian glanced at them both, searching their expressions. He found no judgement on their features, just curiosity.

"... Squeezing works pretty wELL-" Senar wasted no time, squeezing lightly into the muscles. Brian lurched, spine arching off the table with the force of his laughter. His eyes squeezed shut and his nose crinkled in mirth.

What a blessing it must be for humans that they can laugh so freely any time they like. Resk had read reports that the behavior was important for them, helping lift their moods and even sooth pain.

Tears began to streak from Brians eyes. If Resk hadn't seen this before he would have put a stop to this "tickle" thing right away, but he knew that just meant he was laughing with enough force to generate tears.

Senar moved up again, scribbling claws across his ribs and sides. Brian's laughter shifted, going from pitchy cackling to deep belly laughter. Resk could smell the endorphins coursing through his bloodstream, this must feel amazing.

Brian began to seem fatigued. His struggling lessened and his laughter became wheezy and hoarse. Senar, getting the message, ceased.

Plucking the data pad out of the air, he pressed a few buttons on the side of the table to release his restraints. Brian curled up into a ball, still giggling.

Senar scurried away to his desk, pulling up his profile on the holo-screen. Resk continued to watch the human, humming softly.

Brain sat up tiredly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I hope you got everything you needed, I will not be doing this again."

Resk offered him a hand up, handing him his shoes. "I think Senar has gotten enough information. Thank you for cooperating."

Senar clicked to himself, muttering his findings. "We may need another round of experimentation in the future but for now, we have enough. I'm sending it to the fleet now."

Brian paused, running a hand through his hair. "Just the council right?"

Resk paused too before widening his eyes.

"No, the whole fleet. Don't want anyone else thinking you're injured, do we?"

Brian looked like he may faint. Or cry. Both strange behaviors but Resk felt he could understand either in this case.

Resk started forward. "Do not send tha-"

"Too late."

Every data pad in the room pinged, including Brians. He picked it up in shaking hands, reading the broadcast.

"BE ADVISED! Do not give the human Brian any external stimuli by way of poking, gently scratching, or gently squeezing his epidermis. The action will render him helpless with laughter. The human Brian Stent is not broken, we have made new discoveries that every human has what is known as ticklish. Please do not interact with him in this way as it may cause distress."

When Brian set his pad down, Senar was looking at him with a friendly expression.

"See? They all know not to do this now. You're safe."

Brian rubbed his temples. "If there is such a thing as space HIPAA, fuck it and everyone who runs it."

Resk felt a spike of alarm. He knew that was a massive privacy violation. Putting Senar in charge of med bay maybe wasn't the best call despite expertise, his people had zero privacy in their culture. Made for awkward situations.

"I apologize, Brian. Please take the rest of the day off, you seem like you need rest."

Red faced and clearly unnerved, he left. Leaving the captain and medical officer alone, aside from the bustling assistants of course.

"Don't you think maybe that should have been kept secret?" Resk asked, crossing his arms. Senar shrugged, poking at his data pad.

"Theres no harm in it, and I specifically told them what not to do-"

A shriek sounded in the hallway, followed by shrill giggling.

"....yeah, maybe I should have kept that between us."