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This blog has been dead lately 👁👄👁

Are you looking for questions?? If so here you go! 10 questions👍

How much do you love your brother?

2. Are any of the bad sans clingy sometimes?

3. I remember you telling me that dust is at the same ticklish level as you soo if both of you went into a tickle fight who would lose ?

4. Has anyone ever jump scared you before?

5. If you were to tickle one of the murder time trio in front of everyone who would it be?

6. Why is Dust Killer's main target whenever it come tickling?

7. If you kiss error on the cheek how would he react?

8. Give everybody you love a hug

9. Ask your loved one if he want a hug then if he says yes trick him and start tickling him!

10. What do you prefer to be called?

Im done writing questions😭 okay have nice a day byee!!

( oh wow that's a lot-

And yes my ask box is always empty 🥲 )

1.

NM: I don't really know, we're on better terms since the truce but we still need to work on a few things, so I guess maybe 6 out of ten ? I don't hate him but it's not love either, it's more like... I appreciate him

2.

NM: yes, especially Killer, since he gets bored easly when he's alone he often chose someone to stay with for the day and doesn't let them go

3.

NM: Dust would definitely lose and the simple reason to that is because I have tentacles and he wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to use his blue magic on me

4.

NM: Every. F#cking. Day. With these idiots living in my castle. I litterally can't catch a break.

5.

NM: I guess Killer because he seems to be very immune to embarrassment so he probably wouldn't even mind

6.

NM: because Dust has the funniest reaction, he's the most ticklish out of the three and since they're mostly always together he's the most accessible

7.

NM: blush a little and smile I guess, we worked a lot on his aphephobia, he doesn't have any problem touching me anymore, it's still complicated with the others tho

8.

NM: okay here's how it went:

- Error hugged me back

- Hate was very confused

- Killer slapped my ass so I slapped his

- Dust didn't do anything at first but ended up hugging me back

- Horror hugged me back and didn't let go for an entire hour because he thought I was sad

9.

NM: oh God okay here's how it went:

I hugged Error and when he hugged me back I tickled his ribs, of course he yelled because he wasn't expecting that, and that's when I regretted it: he pushed me and tied me in his strings before tickling me in return

10.

NM: Nightmare ? I mean- just call me by my name ?? You can also call me your majesty tho

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Hey I was wondering are requests open if they are can I request dream tickles dust fic Idk whats has been going on with my mind !

Dont worry I won't be sad if you turn it down!😗

Hi ! I don't really take requests but I do appreciate ideas !

If I have enough motivation and inspiration I can try to write a little something, idk when I'll do it 'cause I have some important work to do but I'll try to make it as soon as possible !

[sunsetsandsunshine]

AHHH I'm so happy youre back to writing! I felt like the Rottmnt tickle community was dying there.

Been dying for a lee! Mikey Ler! Big bros fic.

~ 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗… ~

❤️💜🐢💙🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ❤️💜🐢💙🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷, 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 🥲💔⁉️ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂??? 𝙰𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸’𝙼 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚖𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝🩷💝💕˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟹𝟸

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛’s: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚘’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝚙𝚊𝚛�� 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊). 𝙱𝚞𝚝…𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!) 

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲!!! 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶!!! 

𝚃𝚆: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐/‘𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐’ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 (😵)!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢…𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 😅…

𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝙸’𝙼 𝙳𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁

𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙾 𝟶:𝟷𝟿– 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙽𝚈 🕺🏾✨ 

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“MOVE YOU’RE HIPS, MIKEY!!!” Donnie yelled at his orange cladded younger brother. 

“I’M TRYING!!!” The box turtle yelled back, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M SHAKIRA?!”

“WELL, YOU’RE HIPS DEFINITELY DO LIE BECAUSE I SEE NO FUCKING MOVEMENT!” The elder yelled in return which earned a loud snort of amusement from Leo in the peanut gallery; the slider enjoying the chaos and banter between Mikey and Donnie. 

It was a nice Saturday evening and the four brother’s spent the day just…casually hanging out, for no exact reason in particular. The brother’s just truly wanted to chill (for today��).

They did karaoke, binged movies, and y’know…just chilled. That’s what Summer was about: relaxation. 

Well…they were relaxed.

Until their nerdy scientist brother found a TikTok video that he quote on quote ‘Had to learn to get with the trendy trends for his likey likes.’

His words, not mine.

And so, he dragged Mikey into it because the dance required about two people (and Donnie wasn’t trying to make it seem like he was lonely). But sadly and not surprisingly, the young scientist has been trying to teach the youngest the choreography for about…3 hours.

3 hours. 

Let that sit with you for a second. Let that marinate. 

And let’s just say…Donnie’s patience wasn’t exactly the best. Especially when it came to dance. Plus, this dance wasn’t even hard! All that was required to do was move your hips and do dramatic hand movements like some stereotypical blonde ordering an overcomplicated Starbucks order!

In conclusion: not hard at all! 

And Donnie knew he wasn’t raised with a piece of cardboard! Mikey knew how to dance…!

…To an extent, anyway…

“It’s not my fault I’m stiff!” The youngest whined which only caused the second oldest to simply scoff, rolling his eyes with sass, “Well it’s gotta be someone’s fault.”

“It’s probably Draxum’s.” The slider suggested. 

“I concur. It is probably Draxum’s fault.” Donnie agreed, “Anyway, stiff or not stiff, I need you to learn how to do this dance.” The box turtle groaned again at the comment, “Why me though? Why can’t you just do it with Leo or something???”

“Me and Leo already learned the dance!” The softshell huffed proudly, “We learned, practiced and recorded it all yesterday.” 

“Twin type shit.” The second youngest added on, sending Donnie finger-guns. 

“Twin type shit.” The purple loving turtle amusedly agreed, not doing the same hand movement but just doing an awkward thumbs up which Leo couldn’t help but giggle to. 

Raph, who was sitting next to Leo on the couch scratched the top of his head a bit, pondering slightly. “Why don’t you try doing a different dance?” The eldest suggested, “Y'know…maybe one that doesn’trequire so much hip movement…?”

“Like The TikTok Rizz Party dance!” Leonardo happily suggested, standing up excitedly which only earned hard glares from all of his brothers. The second youngest rolled his eyes at the looks, putting a hand on his hip, “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You gotta admit: it’s simple to learn.”

“It’s not a dance— it’s a freaking demon ritual.” The snapping turtle deadpanned. 

“Same difference...” Leonardo huffed, sitting back down next to his older brother. Raph sighed impatiently, rubbing his temples like a single Mom that worked two jobs (sorry not sorry for that reference), “I’m too young for all of this bullshit…”

“Raph!” The youngest suddenly wailed, “Aren’t I moving my hips???” Mikey whined impatiently, demonstrating the dance which got a small stifled giggle from Leo. The leader in blue got up, covering his mouth to try and stop himself from laughing as he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

The eldest turtle grimaced, trying to hold back his laughter as well, “You’re…You’re moving something…” 

“He’s moving his fucking chest and shoulders…” Donnie explained, “Which are nowhere near your hips.” 

“Again: The Tik Tok Rizz Party is still an option.” Leonardo happily said as he went back to the lounge area and started to do the quote on quote ‘Tik Tok Rizz Party’ dance. The purple loving teen inwardly cringed as he watched his slightly younger brother’s antics, sighing sadly as he covered his face. 

Of all the individuals he had to be twins with…

“Sit your hyperactive ADHD ass down.” Raph demanded as he grabbed Leo’s shell with his hand, forcing him to sit back down.

“Anyways. Angel, I want you to move with your hips!” The softshell emphasized again, going behind Mikey and squeezing his hips to demonstrate how and when the youngest was supposed to move them (since the box turtle was apparently having an issue separating his chest from his hips).

Y'know, stiff people problems. Something Donnie couldn’t possibly relate to nor understand. 

“EEP-!!!”The youngest suddenly squealed, his face morphing to one of giddy panic, “D-Deehee! Noho stahahap!”

“I am helping you with your atrocious dancing, you buffon! Now stay still!” The second oldest huffed, squeezing the shortest turtle’s hips again. 

“You’re 'helping' tihihickles!” Mikey complained, holding onto his scientist brother’s wrists in a small attempt to stop him. Which didn’t…obviously. But it was worth a shot. An A for effort some might call it. 

Donnie tried to stifle his giggles, raising a confused brow, “Oho, my helping tickles, now does it? How is that even possible, my dear younger brother?” 

“Wahait w-wahahait dohohon’t— *squeal* nahahaha!” Mikey laughed, throwing his head back on Donnie’s shoulder as his knees gave out, trying to retreat unto the floor but his older brother only followed him as he did so.

“Don’t? Don’t what~?” The second oldest turtle asked incocently, scribbling his fingers against the other’s sides. The box turtle curled in on himself on the carpeted floor, kicking his legs back and forth. 

Donnie snickered, “Dude, I’m genuinely asking! What do you mean 'don’t'~?” 

Michelangelo just hugged his middles as he squirmed and screeched, giggling his small little heart out as his older brother tickled him. The young scientist sighed dramatically, sitting on the youngest’s legs as he stopped tickling him for a moment. 

“Hey, guys?” Donatello said as he turned to the red and blue duo sitting on the couch, “I miiiiight need some help over here. I’m feeling ignored by this one— he’s not answering me.” He deadpanned as he jabbed the turtle below him in the side, causing the youngest to sound like a overpowered drill screwdriver fusion. 

“Say less.” Raph grinned, going over to the PB&J duo as Leo quickly followed right behind. 

Okay…well, this hang-out-with-your-brothers-just-because-you-can hangout was turning left veryquickly. Perhaps that’s what Mikey gets due to the fact that he was spinning left and Donnie was spinning right…

Even though the purple banded turtle told him numerous times to turn the other direction, the youngest didn’t feel like listening. I guess he now knows how the second oldest feels when Mikey doesn’t pay attention to his 4 hour yap sessions.

As one smart, tooootally not demented 21 year old said: Karma’s a bitch. 

The box turtle squealed loudly as his other brother’s approached next to him and sat down. The youngest immediately retracted into his shell as panicky giggles from him echoed around the lair. 

The three older brother’s collectively groaned, knowing they’ve alllll danced this dance before. “Ugh…I hate when he does that…” Leo complained dramatically as he crossed his arms across his plastron. Raphael cracked his knuckles, his grin widening, “Don’t worry, boys. I got this.” The red banded turtle put the Mikey in his lap, blowing a raspberry directly on the youngest’s stomach. 

The reaction was almost like the speed of light as the orange banded turtle immediately erupted into loud mouse cackles, trying to wriggle his way out of his older brother’s iron grip although now that he was caught in the lion’s den…his attempts of escaping were now futile.  

“WHAHA— *squeak*?! NAHAHA?!?! *Squeak* RAPH RAPH RAHAHAPH!!!” Michelangelo giggly sputtered out, his laugh raising a pitch as Raphael refused to take any breath’s on the raspberry and just continued and continued. 

And Mikey knew Raph. For heaven’s sakes, that was his brother. The paint loving turtle knew (definitely NOT from experience) that Raph would not take a break unless the orange banded got out of his shell. 

“WHYHYHYHY???” The orange banded turtle cackled, his limbs and head coming out of his shell as he tried to glare at his brothers, which they all couldn’t help but awe to. “Awe, there you are~! Now this is definitely a fair fight!” The gentle giant happily exclaimed, removing his head from Mikey’s stomach. 

“ThIHIs ihis ahan ahamBUHUSH!!!” 

“Same difference.” Leo shrugged, squeezing the box turtle’s ankles repeatedly. “NAHAT THEHE FEEHEEHEET!!!” The orange banded turtle cried, kicking his legs around to try and make Leo dislodge his grip on his ankle. “Jeeheez…I didn’t eheven doohoo anything yehet!” The slider commented smugly.

“Guess it tickles that bad, huh, Mikester~?” The blue banded turtle teased. 

“BEEHEE QUIHIHIET YOHOU AHAHASS!!!”

Leo dramatically gasped at the rebuttal, gently pulling his little brother’s toes back and scribbling his fingers all over his arch. “That is no way to talk to your beloved older brother!” The slider lightly scolded. Donnie, who was next to Mikey nodded in agreement, his fingers pinching all over his littlest brother’s ribs, “I think someone needs to be taught a lesson…” 

“NOHOHAHAH! IHI DAHA— *squeak* DOHOHON’T!!!” The box turtle protested, swatting his hands on Raph’s arm like a drunk jellyfish. “And hitting too?!” The blue banded teen announced, “Your reeeeallyasking for it…” 

Raphael raised a hand, wiggling his fingers near Mikey’s neck. The turtle in question paled, “NAHAT THEHE NEHEHECK!!! YOHOU GUHUYS IHI ACTUALLY CAHAN’T DOOHOO THIHIHIS PLEHEHEASE—“

“Your neck? Oh, what a great idea!” Donnie smiled sweetly, one of his hands dancing around the right side of the fake dancer’s neck as Raph dipped his head in the other side. “IIIII…gitchie gitchie gotchu~!” The gentle-giant teased, rubbing his face back and forth in the crook of the youngest’s neck. 

Mikey let out the most inhuman screech to ever exist in between his cackles, shaking his head and scrunching his shoulders desperately, “LEHEHET MEEHEE GOHOHAHAHA!!!” He squeaked. 

“WHYHYHY MEEHEEHEE?!?!” The box turtle whined despreatley through his laughs, unable to do anything but just lay in Raph’s lap and just take the tickles at this point in time. 

Speaking of, WHY was he getting tickled by his big brothers in the first place again??? What the hell did he even DO to deserve this torment? They all just basicslly jumped him as if he had money on him or something!!!

And for the record: Mikey in fact did not. This time at least. 

He borrowed some cash from April last week but immediately put it inside of his piggy bank the second he got home. Since he knew either one of his greedy grubby hand brother’s would snatch that cash cash money cash cash right away…

But…wait.

What was Mikey pondering about again???

“Because you’re the youngest.”The blue loving teen simply said, “Aaaaand we just gotta tickle the heck out of you ‘cuz you’re just so cute~!” Leo cooed playfully, his hands squeezing and prodding at Mikey’s knees. 

“Not too much now, Leo. You’re a baby brother too.” Donnie commented smugly. “By two seconds!!!” The blue banded turtle pouted, glaring at the soft-shell. The soft-shell in question chuckled at the angry face expression, kneading Mikey’s hips mercilessly. “Two seconds that makes you the second youngest. And a baby brother.” He taunted, grinning at the annoyed look that his younger twin was giving him. 

“What are you guys going on about? You’re all baby brothers.” Raph exclaimed.

“So are you!” Leo huffed, “April exists, y’know!”

“GUHUHUHUYS!!!” The youngest screamed, trying to get his siblings attention as they bickered. “Hm? What’s wrong, little bro? Did the Tickle Monster find a bad spot~?” Raph asked, now blowing raspberries at the orange banded turtle’s neck. 

“YOHOU— *squeal* FAHACK!!! GOHOH AWAHAHAY!!!” The box turtle screamed. Leo rolled his eyes fondly, scoffing lightly, “You love this so don’t even, Miguel.” 

“Why should we go away~?” The eldest fake pouted, tickling Mikey under his chin lightly, “Is this a bad spot~? Is that why? Yeah~? Awe, what a shame…” 

“PLEHEHEASE BEEHEE QUIHIHI— *squeak*!!!” The youngest bellowed, “STAHAHA— STAHA—!!! PLEHEHEASE AHANHTHING BUHUHUT THAHAHAT!!!”Mikey purely went into silent cackles, happy tears falling down his face as tiny mouse squeaks followed. “IHIHI *squeal* SURRENDER!! GUHUYS PLEHEHEASE *squeal* I’M *squeal* GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!!!”

The three brother’s removed their tickling hands, ceasing their attack as the youngest wheezed out remaining laughs breathlessly, “Ihi cahan’t breeheeathe…”

“Considering the fact that you are talking right now (which requires you to breathe), I think you’ll be fine.” Donnie commented, handing Mikey a glass of water which the youngest basically snatched and chugged in 2 seconds flat.

Freaking heathen…

“Did we go too far?” Leo dramatically gasped, going over and taking the orange banded teen from the eldest’s lap, squeezing Mikey in a hug and looking him over like he was a random exotic species specimen. “You're not dead...right? Oh man, Dad will literally kill me if I accidentally killed you…wait. That would make me the youngest. Oh well, I never wanted a younger brother anyway...”

“Hey hehey hehehey! Slow your freaking role! Ihi aham nohot dead!” The box turtle giggled, raising a brow at his immediate older brother’s antics. The slider sighed mockingly, “Had all my hopes up for nothing…” 

The smallest turtle rolled his eyes at the comment before having a moment of realization, “Whahat were weehee eheven doing agahain…?” Mikey giggly asked, resting his head against Leo’s shoulder as the slider rubbed his carapace. “Teaching you to dance.” Donnie sighed sadly, “But, alas, some things were just not meant to be.” 

Mikey glared playfully before landing his eyes on his scientist brother’s phone that was leaning up on one of the tables. “Dee! You were recording???” The box turtle screeched, hiding his face in his shell as the others laughed. “Don records everything, little bro. With or without his phone. So either way you were gonna end up being recorded.” Raph explained teasingly. 

“You never know, Mikejandro, maybe you’ll blow up on Tik Tok!” Leo suggested, “I’d call it: The Disgruntled Demise of a Box Turtle.” 

“Talk about word vomit…” The scientist mumbled under his breath, going to where his phone stood as his siblings bickered in the background. The soft-shell replayed some of the footage as he muted the video, smiling softly (get it? Soft-shell, smiling softly? I’m so funny you guys…) at the shenanigans that unfolded not too long ago. 

The second oldest chuckled softly (still get it?) to himself, putting his phone in his sweatshirt pocket as he went back to where his brother’s were sitting. 

“…Do you guys think I can fit 5 s’mores in my mouth?” Mikey suddenly asked. 

“Michael…please don’t do that. You could choke.” Donnie shuddered.

“Plus, you’re being a coward.” Leo added, “Try 10.” 

“I think 15 is better.” Raph grinned, “But it’s okay if you can’t do it. No one could ever beat Raph’s 25 s’mores record...” The red banded teen huffed out proudly. 

“…it’s ‘cuz you’re fucking rotund, man. No one would or could beat you even if we hired a whole football team to go up against you.” The art loving teen said. 

Raphael blinked confused, “Ro-tuh-wha—?” 

“He’s calling you fat.” Donnie giggly explained. 

Raph’s jaw comically opened wide in awe, hitting his littlest brother’s shoulder, “RAPH IS NOT FAT!!!” He shouted defensively. 

“Whatever you say, Jupiter…” Mikey retorted almost immediately as the twins completely lost it, the three smaller turtles soon descending into loud contagious cackles. The red banded turtle crossed his arms, glaring at them profusely, “You all are my 13th reason…” The eldest grumbled miserably, despite the soft small smile clearly evident on his face. 

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[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

Hey nighty could you tell me what would happen if you tickle dust in front of the bad sans including dream and hate?

QUESTIONS:

Would he feel embarrassed afterwards?

2. what would be everyone's reaction to his laugh ?

3. Would someone join in and help you tickle him like crazy..if so who?

1.

NM: oh he would be embarrassed for sure, he's very easly flustered when it comes to that topic so he would be embarrassed for a good few days I think

2.

NM: well I already know that Horror finds it cute and Killer finds it funny, he says that the laugh in itself is more evil than Dust himself, I think Hate would say something like "that's how you're supposed to laugh when you're a bad guy" just to tease me, and I think Dream would just find it funny too

3.

NM: I think if anyone was to join then it would be Killer 'cause he likes causing chaos and Dust is one of his favorite victims

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

Hey noot noot I have more questions for you!

Do you ever just question your existence for a second?

2. Ever had a staring contest with your brother?

3. Who's your favorite ?💀

4. How'd you find out (mtt) was ticklish give me a short story for each I really wanna know!

5. Outta all the people you've tickled is there someone more ticklish than you?

6. describe (mtt) laugh when they're tickled!

Last question !!! DO YOU ENJOY HUGS👍?

( oh god there's so many :') don't stop tho you're the first ask I got in ages :') )

1.

NM: every day since I was born, yeah

2.

NM: we do that quite a lot actually since we don't really fight anymore, we kinda found new ways to see which one of us is the strongest

3.

NM: favorite person ? I'd say it's Error, since he's my boyfriend

(I ship errormare sorry-)

4.

NM: oooookay here you go

NM: for Killer it was easy, he was annoying me all day and when I told him to stop or else he would regret it he answered "what are you gonna do, tickle me or something ?", so I took that as an invitation

NM: for Dust it was an accident, he broke his leg during a fight against the star sanses and when I picked him up with my tentacle by wrapping it around his waist he shrieked and was very bushy all the way back home

NM: the last one I noticed was ticklish is Horror, and to be fair he's not very ticklish, only a little, but still, so anyway he got hurt and had multiple cracks on his ribs and when I was helping him with the bandages I noticed he would finch everytime I touched a rib, but since there wasn't any sign of pain in his emotions it wasn't hard to understand why he was flinching

5.

NM: I don't know if he's more ticklish than me but Dust is pretty ticklish too, I guess we're at the same level ?

6.

NM: alright

NM: Killer sounds like the hyenas from The Lion King

NM: Horror sounds like the silent laugh you make when it's only air that comes out and not much sound

NM: Dust has an evil laugh, like a Disney villain after he's done telling his plan

7.

NM: only from people I'm close of, like family and friends

[ask-ticklish-goopnoot]

So question for nighty; when you tickle the (mtt) who has the cutest laugh and who most ticklish?

Second question have you ever seen dream tickle dust or no

(Im sorry I have way too many problems when it comes to my favorite characters)

THIS IS THE LAST QUESTION I SWEAR!😭😭 ....

Who do you enjoy tickling when it comes to (mtt) or the others?

( dw I'm the same with Nightmare, that's why I made this account lol )

NM: I think.. Dust, for both, 'Cause Horror isn't too ticklish and Killer sounds like if a witch and a hyena had a child when he laughs, also he is less ticklish than Dust from what I've seen, he still is pretty much tho

NM: I've never see him tickle Dust, no, I mean they aren't that close to each other, if anything Dream is more likely to tickle Killer since they're dating

NM: I very much enjoy tickling Dream, 'Cause if he can make me suffer, then I can make him. I also like to tickle Hate 'Cause he's my best friend and I like to piss him off. But really I like them all, except Error, 'Cause if I ever dare to try and tickle him he's gonna make me regret it-

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Surprise surprise it's a tickle fic

Requested by @danineedshelp

Characters: Dream, Dust (not a ship)

Context: after wandering alone in an AU Dust got captured by Dream who is trying to know where his brother's hideout is

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Dream wasn't proud of what he did, but the opportunity was just too big. Dust was in his cave, tied to a chair, a spell refraining him from using his magic, he was blindfolded and gagged. He couldn't move, he couldn't escape, he couldn't call for help. Now all Dream had to do was to find a harmless and quick way to get him to reveal the location of Nightmare's hideout, so that he could free him and there would be no evidence of what he did. He also needed it to generate very little to no negativity, as to not alert Nightmare. After some time he finally had an idea, not a great one, but maybe it could work..

He entered the cave and smiled when Dust straightened on his seat. He was awake, good.

- I think you already know what I'm about to ask you. Do you want to say it now ?

Without any surprises, Dust didn't move. He wasn't going to give out any information, especially not to Dream.

- Well, that's too bad, but it's your choice.

Dust tried to turn around when he felt Dream get behind him, but he was tied very tightly and couldn't move a bit. Being unable to see what was going one wasn't great either, and honestly, he was starting to get really scared...

- Last chance...

Dream said as he got on his knees and put both his hands on his enemy's ribcage, making him flinch pretty violently. Dust didn't move, but his breath did fastened.

As he received no answer Dream decided it was time to start, he had already lost too much time. He slowly started to scratch Dust's ribs, feeling him tense underneath his fingers as a soft ticklish sensation started to take over him.

- Hm-Hmmm.. !

He did try to tell Dream to stop, but the gag stopped him to do so.

- Just nod if you're ready to tell me what I want to hear.

Dream said, but Dust didn't nod, so he spiced up things a little. He started digging his fingertips on Dust upper-ribs, seeing how effective it seemed to be as the tied up skeleton was shaking, trying to contain his laughter.

Dust hated it, he hated every second of it and it has just started. He was so vulnerable, he couldn't see anything, just feel it, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't teleport away. He flinched when he felt Dream squeeze his sides, it was so hard not to laugh, but he really didn't want to give him this satisfaction. He was shaking so bad, and he was pretty sure the positivity emanating from the tickle session covered any negativity he could feel at the moment, meaning Nightmare wouldn't perceive it anytime soon. He was stuck here for Toby Fox knows how long.

- Still don't want to talk ?

Dust shook his head, he really wanted this to stop, but he couldn't just betray everyone like that ! He needed to stay strong until rescue shows up. But it was really hard, the squeezing and spidering on his sides and ribs were really getting unbearable, and Dream didn't look like he was going to let him have a break anytime soon.

Soon small muffled laughs escaped from his lips, it was just too much for him to handle, it was like if the sensation spread to all his body, completely overflooding his mind, he couldn't concentrate on anything else. And Dream wasn't getting tired, he was still relentlessly attacking his sides, sometimes switching to his ribs or armpits, making Dust tense and flinch every time he changed spot, to always keep him alert, never letting him get used to the sensation.

To Dust it was like if timed has slowed down, he didn't know how long it had been since Dream started his little torture, but it sure felt like an eternity. He was getting so tired, it was so much, his blindfold was wet from his tears, Dream has even discovered spots that Dust didn't even know were ticklish, like his hips or neck.

- It's just one word you know, one location and you're free to go.

Dream said right next to his ear canal, sending shivers down Dust's spine. It was really taunting, really, but again, he wasn't a traitor, he wasn't going to betray his gang, his family, so he shook his head again.

Dream frowned, at this rate Nightmare was going to notice Dust was missing. He spiced things up again, sliding his hand underneath Dust's shirt to have a better contact with his bones and quickly resumed the tickle torture. Dust flinched hard when he felt him do that, and God it tickled even more. He was almost yelling through his gag, it was so much, too much ! All of this was driving him crazy. Oh how he wished he never snucked out of the castle... well, at least, he wouldn't do it anymore...

It felt like hours has passed before Dream finally stopped, not because he was getting bored or wanted to give him a break, but because he felt a negative presence in the au they were in. A very distinctive negative presence. He got up, leaving Dust breathless with tears streaming down his cheeks, and when outside of the house, his bow in hands. Nightmare was here, and he needed to find him before he found Dust.

But little did he know that Nightmare was only a distraction, because when Nightmare felt Dream's aura getting far enough from the house he sent a message to Error who quickly opened a portal in Dream's livingroom. Killer and Horror crossed it, and went directly to the cave, after all it wasn't hard to guess where Dust was held hostage.

- Dust ! Are you okay ?!

Killer asked, very worried, as Horror was untying him and taking off his blindfold and gag. The poor skeleton was shaking badly, but he was so relieved to see his friends, and he sure hoped they didn't know what Dream did to him because it would have been very embarrassing otherwise.

- I.. I guess...

He answered weakly.

- We're gonna take you back to the castle...

Horror said as he took his friend in his arm to carry him, seeing how bad he was shaking, he clearly couldn't walk. They went back through the portal, Error closing it behind them.

Dust was finally back in the castle, he was back home where he was safe, away from Dream. Luckily for him no one asked him what happened, they all thought Dream used some sort of psychological torture by manipulating his feelings. Dust would have preferred that.

He just wanted to rest now, to try and forget about all that, and most importantly, he really didn't want to go outside alone anymore.

~ end ~

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