Just an average tickle blog. DNI: Pedos, toxic bloggers, trans/homophobes, MAPS, NOMAPS, proshippers, incest, and any of the sort!Age: 19I seem like a minor because of my art style, and that's why I don't draw much unless it's self indulgent, or i'm brave enough to post it. Also, NOT A KINK!!! I just find tickling fun and silly.
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HHHHH- LER KAKASHI LER KAKASHI LER KAKASHI LER KAKASHI-
THIS IS THE GOOD STUFF!
im so sorry u all have to deal with my hyperfixating shenanigans but when my brain says draw something i gotta do it
ash n i were yelling about this a couple days ago and it will NOT LEAVE MY HONKING BRAIN HELP ME

here’s to hoping tumblr doesnt butcher the quality
also the nart art spam is not stopping anytime soon so pls block the tags if ur annoyed as i expect many to be
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Unpopular opinion, but why do I feel like Teruteru would make a good ler?
If we just remove ALLLLLL the perverse, we have ourselves a damn good ler!
Also, he grew up with a loving ma and younger siblings, you can’t convince me he wouldn’t have experience.
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Yes, but also:
LER Agni. Ponder it for a moment…
Lee! Agni...
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PREACH BABY!
every day british actors wake up and think to themselves fuckkkkk i HAVE to help the incredibly bigoted woman make more money so she can funnel it into killing trans people i have to do it bro if i don't do it i will die
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Ok, I gotta be straightforward and list my comfort characters. Criticism is encouraged.
1. Yasuhiro Hagakure
2. Makoto Naegi
3. Octavia (Helluva Boss)
4. Byakuya Togami (usually paired with Makoto)
5. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu
6. Kokichi Oma
7. Gonta Gokuhara
8. Donatello (ROTTMNT)
9. Nagito Komaeda
And this isn’t even HALF of my comfort characters and I may add more. I am FUCKED UP /j
#danganronpa#comfort characters#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#gundham tanaka#byakuya togami#makoto naegi#gonta gokuhara#octavia#kokichi ouma#hagakure yasuhiro#rise donatello#nagito komaeda
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I used @fluffomatic’s “tickle chart” photo to chart out my tickle-sona Celie‘s ticklishness. Refer to my pinned post for more info
Her death spots are her tummy, pits, feet, and hips. Navel, ribs, and back are pretty bad too. Her melt spot is her palms
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God I wish someone would do this to me 🥲
Only in my dreams 🥲
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I understand the pain…you don’t want the tickles, but the anticipation is killing you and you just want it to start so the pain ends 🥲
Tickletober Day 2: Anticipation
From @gigglymonster's prompt
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HHHHH-
I AGREE!!! 12 FOREVER IS SOOO GOOD AND SOOO UNDERRATED
Tickletober Day 16: Tickle Monster
12 Forever is a very underrated show 😭
Based on @gigglymonster's prompt
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Oh my GOD….
Not helping my lee mood holy FUCK-
Smartass - Peko x gn!Reader x Fuyuhiko
Peko and (y/n) have been spending the past few days pestering their yakuza boyfriend. Though they were fully expecting consequences, they would never have predicted the results!
A/N: Yes, this is a "no one dies" AU. Because we like it better that way.
!This is a poly gender-neutral reader-insert tickle fic that contains a bit of swearing!
It had been a rather chaotic morning on the island on this particular day. The majority of the class had decided today would be a beach day, and so, the morning was spent by (y/n) and most of their classmates on the golden sand. The early hours saw sandcastle competitions, water fights, and much more. By the time the afternoon rolled around, much of the class had dispersed. A few stayed behind at the beach, while most went to their cottages to rest before returning. There were only a handful of students that actually showed up to the restaurant, that being (y/n), Akane, Chiaki, Byakuya, and Teruteru. Everyone could tell the little chef was worn out from that morning’s activities, but he still insisted on preparing food for the handful present. No one was about to fight with him on that one.
(y/n) had been engrossed in some conversation they were having with Chiaki in between bites of food, when they felt a gentle hand lay on their shoulder.
“(y/n), are you almost finished with your meal?”
(y/n) turned around to see a pair of sharp red eyes staring back at them.
“Yeah, Peko, I guess I’m pretty much done,” (y/n) said with a smile, placing their eating utensil down on their plate, “why, what’s up?”
“Fuyuhiko-sama has requested us at his cottage right away,” she explained very matter-of-factly, though (y/n) could sense a tinge of dread behind her words.
The request confused (y/n) at first… until they remembered. They were filled with the same dread as they remembered all the pestering they and Peko had subjected the yakuza to over the past couple days. The three of them all understood it was all in good fun, but pestering was called “pestering” for a reason. (y/n) and Peko both knew this was coming, it was inevitable.
With a sharp inhale, (y/n) rose from their seat and nodded.
“Right then,” they said, pushing their seat back into place, “let’s go meet him, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
Peko nodded without a word, and headed for the stairs leading to the lobby, expecting (y/n) to follow behind, however, they were stopped by Chiaki clearing her throat. They turned to the gamer girl, who proceeded to mouth the words “good luck”, and gave them a subtle thumbs-up. (y/n) returned the favor with a half-smile, before turning back and quickly following Peko down the stairs and out the doors of the building.
On the walk to the cottages, (y/n) tried their best to prepare themselves for a fight of some sort. They knew Fuyuhiko wasn’t going to actually hurt either of them, but whatever he had planned in retaliation was probably going to be intense. Peko already knew she was going to accept whatever was coming her way, she would never fight back against Fuyu… but she also knew (y/n) well enough to know that they wouldn’t go down without a fight, and she wouldn’t hold them back from that either.
It only took a few minutes before the two students had arrived, and were now standing outside of the short-tempered blonde’s cottage. They both stood tensely, looking at the wooden door, then at each other.
“So, are you gonna do it, or am I,” (y/n) asked Peko softly, referring to which of the two would knock on the door.
Peko seemed to grunt nervously, looking back between the door and (y/n). There was a moment of silence between the two of them, before Peko’s eyes finally stopped on (y/n) again.
“I don’t wanna do it,” (y/n) finally said with a laugh, which in turn caused Peko to laugh as well. If there was one thing (y/n) could be counted on, it was lightening a tense situation.
Peko finally stepped up and knocked on the door. As she stepped back next to (y/n), footsteps were heard inside the cottage. The two practically winced as the door finally swung open, revealing the smug-faced yakuza standing on the other side.
“Thought you two had pussied out or somethin’,” he said with a grin, motioning for them to get their asses inside, “what took so long?”
“My apologies, young master,” Peko apologized as she walked inside, “I had to retrieve (y/n) from the-”
“Hey!” Fuyuhiko snapped, cutting her off, “what’d we talk about? No more calling me that.”
“M-my apologies, Fuyuhiko-sama,” Peko corrected, nodding in understanding, “it’s a force of habit.”
Fuyuhiko grunted softly, shutting the door behind him once the two students were inside. He then turned back to them, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smirking a little.
“Well, I’m sure you two know why I called you here,” he said rather casually.
“Mm, beats me,” (y/n) said, waving their hands around their sides, “I got no clue!”
Peko had to fight back the urge to smile at her partner’s sarcasm as Fuyuhiko shot them a deadpan glare.
“Really?” he asked flatly, “no clue whatsoever?”
“Nope,” (y/n) continued, “but it must’ve been bad to make you drag us all the way out here! God, we must be awful!”
Fuyuhiko sighed, taking his hands out of his pockets.
“I shoulda’ seen this coming,” he growled. (y/n) didn’t know when too far was too far.
Peko was now giggling up a storm at (y/n)’s remarks, and (y/n) couldn’t hold back their own cheeky grin as they continued to tease the Yakuza.
“Or, maybe, we’re totally innocent, and you just wanted an excuse to get time with us to yourself-”
(y/n) was cut off by the wind practically being knocked out of them as Fuyuhiko tackled both them and Peko to the bed behind them, pushing them down on their backs and hovering over them.
“You think you’re real fuckin’ funny, huh, smartass?” he growled, pulling the two students close together on the mattress, “if you’re really as dumb as you’re acting, then lemme spell it out for ya. I brought you both here to show you why you don’t fuck with a yakuza…”
With wide eyes, (y/n) tried to make a break for it, wiggling to get up off the bed. Unfortunately for them, Fuyuhiko had faster reflexes than they could’ve anticipated. He grabbed them by the shoulder, pushing them down into the bed and keeping them pinned in place as he crawled up onto the foot of the bed, sitting up on his knees, and using his legs to pin Peko’s left thigh and (y/n)’s right thigh together, effectively trapping both the students in place at once.
“It took me a while to think of just the right punishment for you two,” he said, leaning over the two ultimates beneath him with a sadistic grin, “but I think I have something perfect planned out here…”
Faster than they could blink, Fuyuhiko’s hands shot down to (y/n’s) and Peko’s sides, squeezing with a purpose, causing both the students to break out in frantic giggles, and attempt to either wiggle out of Fuyu’s restraint, or swat his hand away. Perfect, Fuyuhiko thought, everything was falling into place.
“Neither of you are going anywhere,” Kuzuryu sneered, working his way up to Peko’s ribs with one hand while the other shot up to (y/n)’s armpit, “don’t waste your energy on trying to get away~!”
Peko only managed to cover her face with her hands, somewhat muffling her laughter as she arched into Fuyuhiko’s touch, meanwhile, (y/n) pinned their arms to their sides (which only trapped Fuyuhiko’ hand in place) and squealed loudly. This earned an amused laugh from the yakuza, who drilled his fingers further into their underarm.
“Jeeze, (y/n),” Fuyu chuckled, “You might be even more sensitive to Peko, listen to you!”
“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAP!” (y/n) cried, twisting to pry Fuyuhuko’s hand away from the sensitive area. Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes at this.
“Shut up, huh? Shut up, huh???” Fuyuhiko growled, lowering his hand just enough to drill his fingers into the top of (y/n)’s ribs, forcing their laughter up an octave, “you think you’re in any position to tell me to shut up, huh???”
“NOHOHO NOO, I’M SAHAHARRYYY!!!” (y/n) squealed, only earning a small chuckle from Fuyuhiko in response. He seemed like he was about to say something, before he was cut off by Peko’s pleas.
“Young master, plehehease!” The swordswoman cried through her hands, “n-nohoho mohohohore!”
“What did I say about callin’ me that, Peko?” Fuyuhiko warned in a low tone, moving his hands up to gently tickle Peko’s neck.
“NAH! F-FUYUHIKO-SAHAHAMA, NOHOHOT THERE!” Peko squealed, craning her neck to avoid Fuyu’s merciless fingers.
Fuyuhiko continued to tickle the two students like this for another minute or so, before pulling back and allowing them to breathe. He smirked at the mess of giggles on the bed beneath him, nearly satisfied with his work, before cracking his knuckles in preparation for his next move.
“Now, I got one more thing I wanna try here,” he said almost excitedly, “but since I ain’t got any straws to draw, it’s gonna come down to this, whoever laughs first, gets it first.”
“Fuyu, nohoho,” (y/n) whined pathetically through their giggles, “I cahahan’t take much more of this!”
“Aww, is that so?” Fuyuhiko cooed mockingly, bringing his hands down over each of their bellies, spidering at them through their shirts, “then it’d do you well to keep your mouth shut, huh?”
Almost simultaneously, Peko and (y/n) slapped their hands over their mouths to fight back the giggles threatening to bubble up from their throats.
“Nah-ah, hands away from your faces, that’s cheating,” Fuyuhiko scolded, “if you don’t follow the rules, I’ll just pick randomly!”
Upon hearing this, both the ultimates hesitantly pulled their hands away from their mouths. Peko raised her arms above her head obediently, while (y/n) reached down and gripped at the bedsheets. Both of the yakuza’s victims strained and whimpered to hold back their giggles as Fuyuhiko’s hands freely explored their tummies. This only lasted about 30 seconds before (y/n) thought they’d break… but relief washed over them when they heard Peko titter with giggles.
“N-nohoho, Fuyuhiko-sama, I’m sohohorry,” Peko begged as Fuyuhiko grinned down at her, “plehehease dohohon’t!”
Fuyuhiko only shook his head at her, still wearing his menacing grin as he reached over and pulled Peko’s shirt up enough to show her tummy, before firmly taking each of her wrists in one hand, and leaning down to pepper her belly with kisses! (y/n)’s eyes went wide at the sight before them as Peko squealed with high pitched laughter and giggles, wiggling every which way to avoid the ticklish sensation. (y/n) turned their head to the side and looked away, not being able to handle the anticipation of knowing they were next. It didn’t help much, though. They could only listen as Peko’s laughter grew louder and more frantic with each passing second, indicating that Fuyuhiko was doing more than just planting little kisses now. Still, they couldn’t bring themselves to look!
(y/n) practically jumped out of their skin when they heard Fuyuhiko deal a raspberry against Peko’s skin, followed by Peko’s squealy laughter hitting an all-time high!
(y/n) couldn’t help but try to wiggle their way off the bed, but was only met by a warning squeeze to the side by Fuyuhiko’s hand, causing them to yelp and recoil.
It wasn’t long before Peko’s hysterical laughter was reduced to a feeble wheeze, at which point, Fuyuhiko finally released his restraint on Peko, allowing her to curl over onto her side.
“You’re up, (y/n)~” Fuyuhiko taunted, straddling both of (y/n’s) thighs, and reaching for their shirt to pull it up. He was stopped by (y/n’s) hands grabbing his own, but the yakuza only chuckled and began to wrestle their hands away. He looked over at Peko, who had now sat up and wiped the tears away from her eyes, and smirked.
“Hey, Peko, babe,” he said, “come help me get this little brat under control, will ya?”
Peko looked down at (y/n) reluctantly, who looked back at her with a pleading look in their eyes as they continued to fight Fuyuhiko off.
“I could always tickle you again,” he hummed with a shrug. This caused Peko to jump, and crawl over behind (y/n), grabbing their hands and pinning them above their head.
“I’m sorry,” she mouthed down to her partner. Though (y/n) felt completely and utterly betrayed, they understood. It was clear now that Fuyuhiko was a ruthless tickler… and unfortunately, they were about to face his finale.
Fuyuhiko smiled wickedly as he rolled up (y/n)’s shirt, and leaned down to their tummy, planting light, ticklish kisses across every inch of it, making (y/n) throw their head back with laughter and drum their heels against the bed frame. They had no idea kisses alone could tickle so much! Little did they know, it’d only get worse from there…
Their laughter rose to frantic squealing as Fuyuhiko focused most of the kisses around their navel, and used his thumbs to pinch and massage the sides of their tummy.
“FUYU I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!” (y/n) cried, fighting as hard as they could to fight out of both their boyfriend’s and girlfriend’s restraint, “PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!!”
Fuyuhiko only scoffed a little as he pulled his face away to look at (y/n), his thumbs still drilling into their sides.
“You can handle it,” he sneered, “a little tickling’s never killed anyone.”
(y/n) froze and tensed up as they heard Fuyuhiko begin to inhale, but before they had time to react, the yakuza had already buried his lips into their flesh, blowing raspberry after raspberry into every inch of their tummy, driving them up the wall! Poor (y/n) shrieked and howled with laughter, making the other two swear the others could’ve heard them all the way from the beach!
Fuyuhiko smiled through all the raspberries he delivered as he spidered his fingers up and down (y/n)’s bare sides, before focusing the last few raspberries directly on top of their incredibly sensitive bellybutton.
This seemed to throw (y/n) over the edge, as their laughter quickly turned into silent wheezes. With a final amused chuckle, Fuyuhiko sat up and patted (y/n)’s tummy, rolling their shirt back down and scooping them up, allowing them to lean against him as they recovered from the tickle-attack. As the yakuza stroked their hair, he patted the bed to his left side, inviting Peko to snuggle in on his opposite side, to which she complied, allowing Fuyuhiko to wrap his free arm around her.
“You two know I love you, yeah?” he asked with a smile, resting his head against Peko’s shoulder while keeping (y/n) wrapped in his other arm.
Peko chuckled and smiled down at her shorter boyfriend.
“Of course we do, Fuyuhiko-sama,” she replied. Even though Fuyuhiko acted all big and tough, he still needed reassurance from time to time. Peko and (y/n) were more than okay with that.
“Wehehe’re still getting you back for this, though,” (y/n) giggled weakly.
“Oh, most definitely,” Peko agreed.
“H-hey, that’s not how this works,” Fuyuhiko argued, “This whole thing was supposed to be getting us even!”
Kuzuryu would never catch a break with these two, he should’ve known that by now...
#tickling#tickle fic#reader insert#gender neutral y/n#fuyuhiko kuzuryu#peko pekoyama#danganronpa#danganronpa 2#goodbye despair#danganronpa x y/n#polyamory#polyamourous#danganronpa tickle#ler!fuyuhiko#lee!y/n#lee!peko
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Hhh- this isn’t helping my lee mood. Fuck-
Yo. How would your tickle monsters and Iggy react if someone that’s in a lee mood asked for tickles?
Mirt: "Awww, c'mere you! Don't mind if I do~🩷"
Risio: "Ohoho, I'm gonna make you regret that 😈"
Peet: "Why, you've certainly come to the right place! Now where would you like me to start? Don't be shy, use your words! Or would you prefer dealer's choice?"
Greary: "From m-me? Well... if you insist..."
Ignatius (if it's one of the monsters): "A glutton for punishment, hmm? Curious... let me test a few hypotheses..."
Ignatius (if it's someone outside the Gaol): "I— are you sure I'm the one you want? I have a few... colleagues who could help you with that..."
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*cough* the inspo is hitting hard
#sfw tickle community#sfw tickles#ler!y/n#scribbledartthings#lee!oc#tickle#belly tickles#tummy tickles
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I made a thing:
For the amazing @mill-icious! I had fun making this, hope y’all like it!
I’ve honestly always adored Mill, but hesitated because I didn’t know how Mill’s creator would feel about f/m tickling.
#mill-icious#platonic tickles#sfw tickles#no minors#fanart#scribbledartthings#tummy tickles#drawing#art
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OmiGOSH! Greary’s pinkie while holding the ice cream is SO goofy. I love it



Summer Vacation
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