#lps tickles

[starlightglimglam27666]

LPS Tickles: Removing Invulnerability

Summary: Scout removes Russell's invulnerability and tickles him.

Russell has never been ticklish, and many pets have tried and have all failed to get even a chuckle out of him. That was until Scout Kerry created a device to remove his invulnerability so that she and Minka, who was suspiciously observing her, could prove that everyone has a tickle spot. 

  Minka didn't want to do this to her friend, but Scout said that the pets could get revenge on him for all the times he's tickled them. Making him ticklish like the rest of them was going to be easy. Minka nervously approached Russell, with Scout following her closely.

  "Um… R-Russell?" Minka said nervously, reluctant for whatever was going to happen.

  "Yes, Minka? Wait…" Russell noticed Scout pointing a mysterious device at him. "What is she doing?"

  After a blast of light, Russell and Minka had no idea if Scout's device worked. She set her device aside and approached Russell and held his wrists above his head with her tail.

  "Now, to see if that worked," Scout said, positioning her fingers at his sides.

  "I know what you're gonna do, but it's not going to work because I'm not ticklish," Russell said, trying to get himself free. 

  "We'll see about that," Scout said as she started tickling him. Russell, instead of being unfazed, tried holding in his giggling, as he was now vulnerable and therefore, ticklish. 

  "Not. Gonna. Laugh!" Russell said as he tried holding it in.

  "Being stubborn, are we?" Scout said as she moved to his tummy, playing it like a piano. Russell let a few giggles out, proving that her device worked.

  "D-d-dangihihit!" Russell said through his giggling. 

  "It worked!" Scout said cheerfully as she continued to tickle him. "Kitchy kitchy coo!" 

  "Hahaha! Stop it! That tickles!" Russell protested through his laughter as Scout further teased him.

  "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Scout said, tickling all over his tummy, looking for a sensitive place to tickle. 

  "Cut it out!" Russell continued to protest as the tickling was becoming unbearable. It was hard to refrain from bursting into laughter, but he managed to do it. 

  "Scout, maybe this isn't such a good idea. Remember what happened last time one of your devices was successful," Minka said, concerned about what was happening to her friend.

  "Minks, he's laughing mildly, but I know a way to get him to really laugh," Scout replied as she got a feather and positioned it at Russell's stomach.

  "You got me to laugh, but do you need to amp it up?" Russell said nervously. "According to my friends, feathers tickle more than anything!"

  "Ooooh! Thanks for telling me," Scout said as she tickled every way possible on his tummy with the feather. That did it.

  "Quit it! HAHAHA! KNOCK IT OFF! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! SCOUT, THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIHISN'T FUHUHUHUNNY!" Russell was laughing hysterically as he was being mercilessly tickle-tortured by Scout. 

  "How about this?" Scout said as she tickled with a feather duster, causing more laughter. 

  "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! I'M SEHEHEHERIOUS! CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOHOHOUT!" Russell continued to protest through uncontrollable laughter as his tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather duster. 

  "Oh, come on. I really wanted to get genuine laughter out of you, since I succeeded with Sunil and Vinnie," Scout said as she tickled more. 

  "JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING ME AHAHAHALREADY! THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIHIS TOHOHOHORTURE!" Russell protested through his laughter as he squirmed on the floor. 

"Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coochie coo!" The tickle words Scout was using were driving Russell crazy.

"NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! I CAHAHAHAHAN'T TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT! STAHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIHIHISN'T FUHUHUHUNNY! THAHAHAHAT TICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUCH!" Russell continued to protest through his laughter, but he wasn't pleading for mercy like his friends.

"Not a pleader, huh? I can fix that. Tickle, tickle, tickle! Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo! " Scout was using the tickle words as she continued to tickle him. He started to lose it when Scout started blowing raspberries on his tummy.

"NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE TIHIHIHIHICKLING! PLEHEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I DOHOHOHON'T LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS! HAHAHAHAVE MERCY!" Russell started pleading for mercy, which is what Scout was going for.

  After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Russell, Scout drew her assault ti a close, released him and gave back his Invulnerability. 

  "Y'know, I think I needed a good laugh," he said, hugging his midsection. "Just make sure you give me a heads up next time you want to hear it, okay?" 

  "I promise," Scout said. "I just wanted to prove that everyone has a tickle spot. Especially yourself, even if I have to remove your invulnerability to tickle you."

  "At least now you know what it feels like to be tickled," said Minka. She was right, he did need to know what tickling felt like. 

[genuflectx]

Remembering this one (now gone) dragon dream in Furcadia with a complex breeding and egg laying cycle that I loved

And all the species groups on DA based on real/fantasy genetic systems for breeding that I still love

It’s about the systems 👌

[psychiclounge]

howwwwww have i never watched anyone play killer7 before

[daticklishwhissu]

Hello everyone I am a SFW Tickle Blog I mostly post YKW Content But I post other stuff as well

Fandom Intrests:

Yokai Watch

BFB (Other Object shows)

MLP

LPS

Tiny Ones Transport Services

ACNH

Pronouns:

She/Her

Pup/Pups

Jest/Jester

Uni/Unicorn

Whis/Whissu

Skunk/Skunks

DNI If you're:

NSFW, MAP, Zoophile, Proshipper, 18+

Yes This Is Safe For Minors (13+ Mostly)

[carnivorous-parasite]

Finally caved and made an LPSblr blog!! I am cringe and I am free

@carnivorous-pet-shop

[gaxberriezz]

Hallo! Welcome to my blog^^

I make Agere/Petre content! That includes :

-moodboards

-headcanons

-oneshots

-stimboards

-Maybe even art ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Fandoms I shall make things for! :

-Across the spiderverse

-The amazing digital circus

-Raggedy Ann and Andy

-Inanimate insanity

-Battle for dream island/The power of two

-Don’t hug me I’m scared

-Lps popular

-Fnaf

Request Rules:

-No NSFW requests

-No ageplay/petplay

-I’ll make acceptations for some oc’a but NO Y/N

-No tickle requests

-No violent parenting (spanking, washing mouth with soap, ect.)

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[anxious-lee]

|| Darkwing Duck Tickle Headcanons ||

A/N: this show is so freaking wholesome and an untapped goldmine for tickle scenarios

@ticklish-ghost-archive i saw your darkwing duck tickle art you posted and just wanted to share this with you in case you were still interested in this fandom

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Drake Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

- can't believe I get to say this but he is CANONICALLY TICKLISH

- this dude (much like his '17 variant) is a chaotic switch. everything about him is chaotic

- doesn't tickle as often as he gets tickled

- has breathy belly laughter

- can admit that he's ticklish if he's not feeling self conscious about it. like if no one asks him, he can admit it pretty casually if it's relevant. but if someone asks him like "are you ticklish? 😏" he'll go into full denial. and there is NO winning that battle

- will NEVER admit verbally that he enjoys being a lee. being a ler, maybe. but never the lee

- worst spot is his belly. 1. bc bellies are adorable and they're my favorite and 2. bc when archie the spider was under DW's clothes tickling him, he said "that's my special spot" at the same time he curled into a ball, seemingly trying to protect his middle

- only two people who get to tickle him are gosalyn and launchpad. he seems to be a very closed off person anyway so letting someone get so close as to tickle him is not something that happens often

- with how obsessed he is with his image and never showing vulnerability, it's a HUGE act of trust for him to let himself be tickled

- lee moods drive him crazy. he could be listening to J. Gander talk about the most fascinating case in the world and all he would be thinking about is dem tïĉķľĕs

- when he gets in these moods, he becomes a needy cat. just sprawling onto launchpad's lap or pushing his feet up against him. acting bratty won't get him what he wants because he acts bitchy all the time. you would hardly be able to tell the difference

- launchpad (bless his heart) is not the brightest bulb so these hints are pretty lost on him. "oh sorry DW, d'ya want me to scootch over?", "gee DW you sure are cuddly today", etc

- (darkwing never can tell if LP's stringing him along on purpose or if he's really just that dense)

- eventually DW has to resort to going "hey lp... um... would'ya mind.. uh-you know... doing the *wriggles fingers* thing?"

- and launchpad smiles big and warm and says "aw, of course DW, climb on over here"

- ADORES being tickled by launchpad, it's his favorite thing

- darkwing does the Jim CummingsTM hoot-laugh when it really tickles. he finds it SO humiliating and damaging to his suave and mysterious image, so he tries to hold it in. launchpad loves it however and knows how badly his partner needs a laugh every now and then, so he'll try to coax it out of him; "aw DW, I heard that laugh~. just let it all out and you'll feel better. i know it really tickles~"

- ^ it always works eventually, and launchpad's right; DW does feel better afterwards

- he doesn't ever need tickles from gosalyn because, you know, that's his CHILD. so when gos tickles him, it's because SHE wants to play and he obliges happily

- gosalyn remembers how ticklish her dad is from when they first met and uses that to her advantage when they play. his saving grace? he knows her tickle spots too

- as a ler, his greatest asset is his unpredictability. he's clever, he's eccentric, he's thinks on his feet, and he'll try anything to make his lee laugh

- SADISTIC TICKLER

- RUN

- teases with silly baby talk (as he's shown to do in the series anyway); "d'aww is someone giggly because I found their tickle spot?" "coochiecoochiecoochiecoochiecoooo~" "I think someone's ticklish~"

- OR alternatively, oblivious teases; "what was that, I can't hear you over that laughing sound?"

- tickles gosalyn when she goes overboard with the smack talk. eventually DW catches on that she's goading him on purpose to get tickled, but he pretends not to notice. He loves it, too. you called me old and dorky? well I'd say that deserves a tickly sentence 😈

- will actually threaten her with raspberries if she doesn't settle down for bed. as expected, she ignores the threats completely, and doesn't fight that hard when it's time for her comeuppance

- tickling launchpad is a lot easier because he's not as spunky as gos and also he's a BTG (Big Ticklish Giant)

- not only that, but he's easier to trap; "say LP, be a lamb and grab the sugar on the top shelf for me?" works every time

- as cold and aloof as darkwing pretends to be, seeing launchpad, the sun in his universe, laugh and smile is like pure ecstasy for him. that's why he loves to tickle him

- doesn't bother with starting out slow, he just gets straight to the big laughter

- surprisingly very encouraging and supportive of launchpad whilst tickling him. if he notices LP getting a little too hysterical, he'll ease up just a little and say "you're doing great, LP. couple more minutes and we'll stop ok?"

- "DEEDOUBLEYUHUHUHUH!"

"yes~?"

"IHIHIT TICKLES!"

"i know it does buddy, just take it all in. or... we can stop if you want"

"..."

"I thought so"

- gives LP lots of gentle aftercare (tell no one)

Launchpad Mcquack

- launchpad is a ler-leaning switch

- gets more delight out of making those around him laugh than receiving it himself, because as we know, LP doesn't need the extra help in feeling cheerful, that just his default attitude

- his only frequent lees are darkwing and gosalyn; id say he tickles them both an equal amount

- launchpad is gosalyn's best playmate (and the fun parent) so plenty of times, he's pulled out the ol tickle monster shtick that worked on him when he was little. but surprise surprise, gos is not like most kids. she overtakes him fairly easily despite his size, and once you get him laughing, he's done for. darkwing will come upon the two of them in the living room, with launchpad down on the floor and gosalyn wrecking his shit, and have to separate them before gos gets carried away (LP doesn't mind, he's proud of the little tike)

- has a booming belly laugh that goes quiet after a few minutes. don't worry though, this isn't a sign that he needs a break, it's his good laugh. one should be worried if he starts cackling wildly and manically, THATS when he's at his limit. or when he says uncle

- loves tickling his pal darkwing. he doesn't get to see DW relax that often, let alone laugh, so the moments when the masked hero wriggles around and giggles in his arms are very precious to LP

- knows that darkwing likes it and also knows that he's embarrassed about it, but doesn't understand why

- also understands that while DW outwardly presents as having solidified confidence, inside he is very unsure of himself and struggles with being anything less than incredible. although LP thinks DW is ALWAYS incredible, he knows that his partner doesn't see it that way. little tickle sessions are a way to prove to DW that he is beautiful and perfect and worth it by just being himself. no mask and cape necessary

- makes sure DW is comfortable and relaxed the whole time

- teases with compliments; "you have such a nice laugh", "you're quite a fighter aren't ya?", "aren't you just the cutest thing on the planet? i think you are~", etc

- ^ compliments fluster darkwing to his wits end (face goes red, stammering out retorts) (ironic isn't it?)

- ACTUALLY CANNOT STOP PRAISING DARKWING

- will not tickle darkwing unless he outwardly asks for it (as outwardly as he can anyway)

- a very gentle tickler

- the kind of ler to cuddle AND tickle

- tickling to him is about playing in a safe environment

- sometimes (just like darkwing), he needs to be tickled too as a pick-me-up, or a display of comfort

- but as we see in the show, launchpad isn't too good at asking for what he needs, so he sits quietly and suffers until someone makes it a point to check on him. DW is aware of this and makes it his priority to detect any signs of hurt feelings or depressed moods ("why so glum, chum?" - Star Crossed Circuits)

- if LP looks like he could use a good tickling, DW will beat around the bush, without directly asking if he wants tickles: "you know, launchpad, you look like you could use some cheering up. me and my friends here *raises wiggling fingers* could help you if you need it". and while that sounds like a tease, when DW says it here, it's completely genuine, his friend is upset and he wants to fix it

- when darkwing gets the ok from launchpad, then he goes into full tickle monster mode

- getting tickled by darkwing makes LP feel very loved, because he does think very highly of his partner, and being taken care of by him instead of the other way around is very therapeutic

- his worst spot is his armpits

- darkwing'll stray just a little too close to those hollows and launchpad will cry out joyfully "NOHOT THE ARMPIHIHITS" to which darkwing responds "ohoho, YES the armpits!"

- talking about tickling is about as easy as it is for most people: can say the word all day long but gets a bit sheepish when asked about his own ticklishness

- doesn't really get lee/ler moods. he's just happy when the moment arises

- best tickle technique as a ler is squishes

- family tickle fights with all three of them are his favorite. it really solidifies the feeling that they're a family

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This was a very self-indulgent list for me, but I hope you all like it too 🫶

[somebucky]

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Going to State

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[raspberry-bakery]

Hallo! Welcome to my blog^^

I won’t be using my old blog @gaxberriezz because of personal reasons anymore, I hope I can make this new blog just as special though<3

I make Agere/Petre content! That includes :

-moodboards

-headcanons

-oneshots

-stimboards

-Maybe even art ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

Fandoms I shall make things for! :

-Across the spiderverse

-The amazing digital circus

-Raggedy Ann and Andy

-Inanimate insanity

-Battle for dream island/The power of two

-Don’t hug me I’m scared

-Lps popular

-Fnaf

-Tf2

-Epithet Erased

-Anything you request mostly

Request Rules:

-No NSFW requests

-No ageplay/petplay

-I’ll make acceptations for some oc’a but NO Y/N

-No tickle requests

-No violent parenting (spanking, washing mouth with soap, ect.)

See you later!! ૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა

[addcests]

behind closed doors :: ao3 mirror

pairing LPMM; Lunatic Psyker (top), Mastermind (bottom)

words 5,591

rating [E] 🔞, mind the exhibitionism, cock-warming, and over-stimulation!

summary “Th-There… there are people outside this door—”

“Well,” he started, a hungry grin forming on his lips, his warm breath tickling Mastermind’s kiss-littered neck, “this isn’t about them, is it?” --- or, mastermind teases psyker one too many times and gets fucked silly three times.

note: technically, he gets fucked twice and has to fuck himself on LP's cock but details details !!!! once again i'm unable to write a simple pwp 🧍🏽 cannot believe this shit's almost 6k LOL if i included the teasing and foreplay it'd probably actually be 7k lmao anyway this was all born from a simple desire to write some good ol' LPMM smut but i was running out of inspiration and found some tumblr one-liners o/ included 4 different ones! everyone say "thank you tumblr dot com for giving lapin motivation" i'm on twitter (@addcest) and tumblr (@addcests) ✌🏽

“Th-There… there are people outside this door—”

Earlier, there weren’t, and Mastermind hadn’t minded then. 

Then was when Mastermind had worked up the courage to play a drawn out game of teasing Psyker senseless all afternoon in the lounge room on one of the couches until he couldn’t take it anymore and enacted his revenge on the coy scientist by shoving him against the nearest surface and kissing him until his lips were swollen. Then was also when Mastermind was sure they were alone, Esper tugging Dissembler out on some shopping trip hours ago apparently, which was why he was feeling particularly bold with this plan. 

But now?

“Psyker! Mastermind! We’re back! We even got the cake!” came the muffled voice of Esper on the other side of the door. 

“Oh,” Dissembler’s curious voice began, “no response, perhaps they might be out too?” 

Now there were people again, namely, their other counterpart-roommates that had returned, of-fucking-course. (And of the two, one of them was definitely more nosy.)

Hearing that seemed to spur Psyker into action, with practiced finesse, he hefted Mastermind up onto the desk, prying his legs apart even wider. “Well,” he started, a hungry grin forming on his lips, his warm breath tickling Mastermind’s kiss-littered neck, “this isn’t about them, is it?”

“Psyker—” A gasp cut his sentence short, feeling the thick head of his cock tease his exposed, wet, and slick hole. He shivered with the anticipation of being filled to the brim and yet, knowing Psyker wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily, he whined with restrained desperation. “W-Well, it’s not. But… !”

“Getting shy on me because we have an audience?” Psyker cocked his head, beaming at him with a toothy grin. 

Damn him, yes! Yes, he was… but even so, Mastermind’s hazy gaze traveled down the length of his exposed milky white stomach, to his legs still held apart by Psyker’s hands, hickey marked thighs quivering with anticipation. He didn’t need to look to feel how hard he still was, how his dick throbbed with need, how he could feel precum still gathering at the head from their earlier play. His chest rose and fell as he tried to calm his breathing, ignoring how hard his nipples were with arousal of the situation. 

The thrill of being caught and heard sent a spike of heavy arousal straight to his core.

“Looks like down there doesn’t seem to mind so much.”

Mastermind’s denial only worked so well until Psyker voiced it against him. Unable to hide said excitement, he huffed. “G-Get on with it then!” Though Mastermind tried to hiss his order quietly the delivery ended up being an embarrassed whisper, unable to quite forget about the two on the other side of the door though it excited him all the same.

Properly resting Mastermind atop the desk, Psyker stepped closer, muffling a groan as he held Mastermind’s thighs. This close, he was able to tease at the puckered hole, still wet and puffy from being fingered earlier. Experimentally, he prodded two fingers in, pleased to see Mastermind could take that much without being bothered by the intrusion. Satisfied with his work, he settled closer and nudged his head to push past the ring of muscle. He slipped into the scientist’s mind numbing warmth thanks to the foreplay from earlier with a lack of resistance. Gathering his bearings, he inched further in with an experimental roll of his hips, head drooping lower and lower as he penetrated Mastermind even further.

For Mastermind, it was like a searing heat was spearing him open, parting his inviting, warm and slick walls. It was too much and not enough at the same time. He wanted Psyker to stop, gasping greedily for air as he sank deeper still; he wanted him to keep going, craving the need to be filled in a way only Psyker could.

“Shit, Mastermind,” Psyker gritted out, hovering over him when he finally bottomed out, finally balls deep.

He didn't care that he almost cracked his head back on the wall behind him somehow, too taken by Psyker finally filling him up as his head fell back further, consumed by the rush of sensations: the heady feeling of his cock, the insane amount of warmth both inside and above him, the feeling of completion. Beyond that though, Mastermind only really cared that Psyker was finally sheathed inside him and he was so—"H-hah, full…” Mastermind moaned again, rolling his hips, squirming atop the desk.

Connected like this, it was easy for Psyker to lean closer and swallow down Mastermind’s moans into a heated kiss, his tongue pressing demandingly along his own which encouraged Mastermind to moan against his lips even more.

When Psyker pulled away, with nothing but a thread of spit connecting them, Mastermind shivered, resisting a whimper as he felt how easily Psyker was pressed insistently against his prostate but had refused to move just yet. Really, it was beginning to drive him mad. Collecting his breath, he felt himself well adjusted now and murmured a bashful, “... you can move.” 

He waited.

After a stretched pause of which nothing happened, eyes fluttered open to find his partner watching him rather heatedly instead. Indignant now, from waiting and from nothing happening still, Mastermind pouted. “Psyker, move already… !” And if he wouldn't, then well, Mastermind would take matters into his own hands. At this angle, it proved to be a bit of work, but he was determined until an abrupt, harsh slam of Psyker’s hips meeting his own hips harshly had him recoiling, back bowing and nearly screaming due to the unexpected but swift dig at his prostate.

The brawler tutted at him for his poor decision, then stilled again, “I'll move when I'm ready, besides, I'm enjoying you on my dick right now.” He replied crudely. His smirk only stretched wider as Mastermind's cheeks flamed bright red in response. “In fact, I think I like you just like this.”

Suddenly, Mastermind was regretting his incessant teasing from earlier. “You… ! You cannot be serious!”

“And what if I am?”

For a brief moment, Mastermind wanted nothing more than to summon Apocalypse to rain hell on him. But, well, that would not only do him no good, he might as well be announcing to the others that he was warming Psyker’s cock currently. Again, recalling the potential audience and the current cockwarming situation, Mastermind blushed beautifully.

As much as he liked this (though he refused to be honest about it), he'd be damned if this was all he got. He mustered his courage to challenge Psyker instead, “I thought you were going to… drive me crazy? Make me cum until I can't anymore, were your words.” Mastermind was deeply proud of himself for managing to not flush as he wiggled his hips to entice Psyker. He then used either calf hooked below his waist to jut Psyker’s hips forward a smidge, even if only to try and get him a little deeper than before. “You aren't doing a very good job of it.”

Bemused, Psyker hummed thoughtfully with a twinkle in his eye, as if he were considering his options. He leaned in as he replied, condescending, “I did say that, huh?”

The airy nonchalance almost made Mastermind snap. “Yes, so get to it, or I will!”

“Yea?” A lazy smirk crossed Psyker’s features as he drew in even closer, the gap between them but a breath apart, his eyes brightening as if an amusing thought had crossed his mind. Like a cat that got the cream, overly satisfied with himself, he said, “Help yourself then. If you want it so bad, then show me.”

Had Mastermind mentioned he was deeply regretful of teasing Psyker to hell and back yet? Still, this was nowhere as cruel as having his dick throbbing in his ass and not moving an inch for the past five minutes. 

Fine then. If he wanted to be like that, he could give this cocky brawler a show… ! He'll make himself so appetizing, Psyker will be revving to finally fuck him. Though he dare not reply, instead he turned his efforts to pleasuring himself. He thought better about taking from Psyker like moments before, else he'd be met with another, singular but infuriating brutal thrust of his hips. So instead, Mastermind set on focusing on himself alone.

Ears slightly tinged red now, Mastermind reached to fondle his chest, the tip of his fingernail grazing a hardened nub, pulling a whimper from him. He did it again, and again, prodding and pinching at his nipple until it was perky and hard. Lost in his ramping arousal, Mastermind's other hand reached to give the neglected side of his chest the same treatment, biting down the smallest of whines that threatened to escape.

“Oh, wow…” Psyker murmured, intensely staring, eyes fixed on Mastermind and Mastermind alone. “You're sensitive there, huh…? They look so hard now when you keep touching them.”

“You don't have to narrate what I’m doing… !” He wanted to snap more at Psyker, telling him to stop looking and to stop being so embarrassing! However, besides that, he could detect the faint hint of interest, he  noticed the slight hunger in his half-lidded eyes, could feel his dick twitch inside him, so he thought better of it. “I mean, I-I'm just doing what feels good to me…”

Psyker nodded, eyes dropping from his face now glued to his chest.

He took that as a non-verbal signal to keep going, so he did. Eventually, one hand wandered down, feeling that his own dick was being neglected. He took the head into his curled fingers and began to stroke himself generously. Soon enough, between toying with his hardening nipples, and his own twitching shaft, dick getting wetter, Mastermind could feel his climax building with each blissful rhythm of up and down up and down. Too deep in his own pleasure, Mastermind's hips shot up when he fisted his cock just right, his insides clenching on Psyker’s cock even more. 

He had almost forgotten about that.

“Didn't m-mean to…” Mastermind peered at Psyker from heavy lidded eyes, chest rising and falling as he whined, “Just feels good.” Mastermind sighed with his own pleasure seeping deep within.

Across from him, Psyker grunted and leaned forward, nipping at Mastermind’s bitten up, swollen lips. He was more snug against Mastermind, cock slightly deeper than before but still he remained as he was. “Keep going,” Psyker urged, eyes falling down to Mastermind's swollen head, dribbling copious amounts of precum, he then licked his lips, “you're almost there, aren't you?”

“Mmhmm… !” Mastermind affirmed, his movements getting sloppy as he continued to jerk himself off with a chasing urgency, searching for the delicious pleasure from the friction of his hand. “Wanna’ come… so close,” Mastermind slurred his words with a half-moan, half-whine. He slowed the pace on his hand, feeling himself falling into his orgasm too quickly now. He slowed to a leisurely stroke as the precum dribbled from the slit of his wet head. The sensations drowned out everything once more until Mastermind drifted back and opened his eyes again (and when had he closed them, he wondered) to find Psyker’s intense gaze trained on him after all this time. 

Psyker didn’t need to say anything, but Mastermind could feel the growing desperation practically rolling off of the brawler, radiating off of him. With the way his eyes carefully tracked each movement, each flick of his wrist, each twist and pinch under intense observation like a hawk watching its prey. Not to mention Psyker’s arms twitching with the effort of holding back from jumping him right then and there. 

He was losing his composure and, Mastermind, drunk off his own pleasure, was able to still see this plainly on his schooled expressions. 

Psyker was really holding back.

For some reason, that only served to turn him on more, drawing Mastermind back to his rapidly approaching climax. He exhaled a warm puff of air, realizing that the extra warmth was also from the closeness of Psyker, panting himself, who was even closer than earlier. He was so close, Psyker might as well kiss him. He wished he did, anyway, instead of being so stubborn.

Again, Mastermind’s ears turned a deeper shade of red with embarrassment but that didn’t stop him as he resumed his ministrations. Closing his eyes to drown out everything else, he felt the pleasure shoot all the way down from the tight knot forming in his stomach to his toes curling as his legs twitched and bent, the pace on his slippery dick now picking up speed. With a twist and rough pull of his abused nipple and a few more measured tugs while thumbing his slit, it didn’t take much for Mastermind to finally spill a generous streak of white over his heaving chest, further dirtying himself.  

Mastermind, somewhat dazed, thought he might have heard Psyker hiss a curse. Before he could wrangle the mental capacity to ponder on that any longer, he gasped rather abruptly, “A-ah!? Knock it off,” and weakly, Mastermind reached up using the heel of his palm to push Psyker up and away, pawing at his face to keep him from getting any closer. He was cutting off his advance of kisses as well as the wiggle of his hips attempting to fit himself more between his legs so that his cock could slide even deeper. “I just came… I—”

“Sensitive, right?” Psyker asked knowingly, swallowing the hoarseness from his voice while ignoring Mastermind’s futile attempts to keep him at bay. Insistently, he placed kisses along his neck anyway. He then mercifully remained silent and motionless besides the affectionate peck here and there. A few moments passed and Psyker lifted his head from the crook of Mastermind’s neck to pat him gently. “You can go again, right?”

Go? Again?! 

Firstly, again implied Psyker had even done anything to bring him to finish in the first place, which he hadn’t; Mastermind had been the one to do all the work! Secondly, what the hell was he thinking? He had just come, after all. But the only way Mastermind, tuckered out as he was, could communicate that was through a pointed glare, lips tugging down into a pout that weakened the effects of said glare. “I just finished… of course not.” 

“I can,” Psyker replied, pressing another placating kiss to Mastermind’s jaw, as if that was supposed to encourage him and change his mind. “And I think you can too.”

“What—!” Some undignified noise like a squeal escaped him as Psyker adjusted him back on the desk. Mastermind realized Psyker was parting his legs to open wider once more so that he could reposition himself better back inside. Panicked, Mastermind raced to stop him but was too late as he cried out, “Now, just wait a—ahh!” 

Without warning, Psyker slid back in, no longer stifling himself nor drowning out any of his sounds. He moaned freely at the feeling of Mastermind’s heat enveloping him eagerly anyway, caging him against the desk further to better nip at the inviting and yet to be blemished skin of his neck. “Sorry, but there’s no way I can sit back after that show of yours and do nothin’ about it,” Psyker nibbled along his ear, and with no shame tacked on, “you were really sexy, Mastermind…”

No matter how much Psyker whined apologetically, Mastermind wasn’t sure if it was his risque choice of words and attempt at a compliment or the overstimulation of being fucked post-orgasm that was driving him mad. “Psyker—!” He finally had what he wanted, exactly how he wanted him but now it was just too much. Beyond the mind numbing pleasure building, the raw nerves of his prostate being abused started to border pain. Maddingly, Mastermind didn’t try to resist much. 

Psyker's speed seemed to be picking up now that he found his rhythm, the drag of his hips aiming to be less precise and more about how fast he could ram himself into Mastermind’s soft, welcoming insides. “God, you're still squeezing me so tight—”

A wail escaped Mastermind’s throat as he threw his head back again, a sharp stab aiming too perfectly against those oversensitive, twice abused bundle of nerves. “Ohmygod, Psyk—!” The pain of overstimulation was blurring now, mixing into a dizzying cocktail of pleasure that left the dick drunk scientist vaguely aware that he was oh so hard now and, despite his body protesting otherwise, wanted to come again. 

Ignorant of his inner turmoil, Psyker threw all of his weight onto him, thrusts turning erratic as he cursed under his breath, praising Mastermind while warning him how close he was.

Dazed out of his mind, Mastermind preened for the attention, and as his jaw fell slack, his mouth parted for a breathy gasp, choked off by a whimper. Between the obscene slapping sounds of skin against skin, and the wetness of the telltale sign Psyker was nearing his finish, Mastermind found himself coming undone once more. A moan torn from his throat that trembled with a shake of his body as this sudden climax blindsided him.

With the way Mastermind’s ass clung so greedily to his dick, pulsing and sucking him further in, Psyker truly wasn't far behind. He reached his completion, joining Mastermind as he came deep inside, claiming that part of Mastermind all for himself. His hips jerked as he shook off the crashing waves of his intense orgasm threatening to engulf him. Then, when he found a little more energy, he drove his hips a little deeper as if to ensure his cum wouldn't spill, moving in little circles as he stirred up Mastermind’s overstuffed hole. “You’re mine,” Psyker mumbled, the possessiveness blatant coupled with the way he nipped at his ear again.

Wordlessly, Mastermind mouthed Psyker’s name with as much energy as he could muster, whimpering at the mess between the two of them, as well as the feeling of every nerve in his body alight with a throbbing, white-hot pleasure that made him feel so very far away, almost as if he were out of body. Gradually, minutes later, he drifted back with some semblance of his consciousness and peeled open his eyes, meeting Psyker’s infatuated, lovesick look. If he had the energy, he would have shooed him away, but he didn't. (Rather, if he’d had the energy, Mastermind would have kissed this fool of a man that he was equally as foolishly smitten for.)

Without a word exchanged between them still, Psyker reached to cup Mastermind’s cheek, a tender little motion as his thumb soothingly ran along his skin, both as a gesture of praise and a token of his affections.

Mastermind melted into the love of his tender gesture.

A smile danced its way onto Psyker’s features, the corners of his lips turning up as he took in the sight of this dazed, yet content Mastermind before him. “Mmm,” finally, Psyker broke the silence, “still with me there? Don’t drift off yet.”

Somewhat delayed in response, Mastermind nodded slowly, and then keened softly under the sudden additional affection. He nuzzled against his palm sweetly, sedated and sated.

Psyker laughed so softly, so fondly.

When Psyker pulled back, or, well tried to, Mastermind locked his legs around his hips, dragging his other half demandingly back to him, hip to hip. A gesture that clearly said you aren't going anywhere.

Lowly, Psyker hummed and then asked, “Don't ya want me to get us cleaned up?”

Mastermind gave another of his pointed looks, saying nothing else.

Nervously, Psyker avoided the scrutiny of that intense gaze turned on him, and chuckled. “What? What is it?”

Insistently, he tugged Psyker closer again, their hips connecting, and his dick, nudging Mastermind's cum-filled insides.

“H-hey, cut it out—”

“You're not done yet, are you, Psyk?” Mastermind teased, smiling coyly up at the brawler who was now caught red-handed. “You're getting hard again, aren’t you? Can feel you—” And to prove his point, he canted his hips upward again. A curious but pleased little sound escaped him when he found his assumptions to be correct, that Psyker’s slowly hardening dick twitched to life deep inside of him with rising interest. “Admit it, you want this again as much as I do.”

With everything laid bare, there was no reason to hide anything then if Mastermind saw through him, or, well, felt how obvious he was. Groaning, Psyker flopped his weight on Mastermind with exaggeration and whined loudly, possibly out of embarrassment. “You're gonna be the end of me… I swear!”

Again, Mastermind wiggled his hips, “Until I can't come anymore, right?” Breathlessly, Mastermind laughed, wondering if Psyker was the one regretting things now. Psyker shouldn't have allowed Mastermind to catch his breath; between the small respite offered and loving affection, Mastermind felt vigored once more, if not a little sore but that mattered not.

… and maybe he had wanted to take care of Psyker's needs now too.

“There… ain't no bed, ya know.”

As if that paltry excuse would deter Mastermind, especially after getting fucked twice on a desk of all things. “Not a problem, use those wonderful muscles of yours to get us both over to that chair. It’s more than sufficient.” And when Psyker seemed confused, Mastermind huffed with a speck of bashfulness then clarified, “I wish to ride you.”

Psyker did not need to be told twice.

With their new setting, Psyker seated comfortably, Mastermind with wobbly, sticky legs, hovered in the other's lap. Though he'd caught his breath, it seems he miscalculated that the rest of his body hadn't quite caught up yet. He felt like a baby deer with clumsy limbs. No matter, he just needed to seat himself…

“You… Ya really don't have to, Mastermind…” Despite the protest, Psyker didn't move to stop him, an eager hand running along his spine appreciatively and then trickling down to finally rest at his waist.

“Feeling bad about earlier?”

“Maybe…”

“Good, now be quiet already and let me just take care of you.” When Psyker made a face of protest, Mastermind rolled his eyes affectionately, and nudged the brawler down until his back hit the chair. “I enjoyed myself earlier too, so hush. Now, just let me—” His words tapered off as he pressed his ass back on Psyker’s now throbbing and still wet head. Mastermind ignored the cum leaking from his own ass. Though thanks to his walls still being coated with the brawler’s cum, he found the sliding back on Psyker came without a struggle.

Psyker hissed due to the rather abrupt and enveloping pleasure, his eyes screwing shut, unable to watch the demonstration of Mastermind taking him to the hilt once more in one fell swoop. He was not immune to the hot man above him and would surely come from that alone.

“Fuck! Mastermind, I—”

Though he was winded from his ass swallowing Psyker’s cock in one go, Mastermind did his best to scold him, “Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof?” He did his best to smile sweetly down at Psyker, having fun with the tables being turned now.

Though… his reminder only served to make Psyker throb inside Mastermind harder instead of dissuading him to lower his voice.

Feeling encouraged by Psyker’s vocal displays of desire, Mastermind set to work. He gathered his strength to lift himself about halfway off his dick and then let gravity take over to slam him back down. He repeated this motion a few more times before he grew frustrated, a displeased little noise that he huffed Psyker’s way.

“Hey, this… this wasn’t my idea!” Psyker rebutted before Mastermind could dump the blame on him, brows knitted with worry.

“I can… can do it!” Mastermind insisted through a huff, already breathless from the effort. So he tried again, and again until he could get himself a steady albeit slow rhythm of bouncing on top of Psyker’s lap. Once the pace was set, Mastermind was able to lower his gaze to regard Psyker, much like how the other man did the same to him prior and what he saw made him suck in a breath of air.

Psyker had his head tilted back against the chair’s headrest. Teeth gritted and entirely motionless aside from the wandering hands still at Mastermind's waist, which would wander up and down before settling on a spot. A light flush was creeping its way onto his cheeks, with his neck already flushed red, and when he lifted his head just enough to peer up at the magnificent sight of Mastermind atop him, riding him as best as he could, he uttered a low curse and bit his lip hard.

“P-Psyk… !” The other man’s reactions flipped a switch for him and he whimpered with a newfound desire… to do something, anything for the man below him. To make this better. To drive him crazy. “Psyk, help me out?” And with an equally red face, tilted his head bashfully as he wiggled his hips for his suggestion. 

At first, too lust consumed, Psyker was at a loss. He blinked a few times and, through silent communication, came to understand what it was that Mastermind had wanted. Those same hands rubbed along Mastermind’s thin waist, fingers grazing the skin there playfully. With a lick of his lips and a fire in his eyes, he answered back, “Gotcha’.”

Satisfied with their plan, Mastermind nodded happily to his beloved and put their ideas into motion. He lifted his hips and he felt how Psyker followed up, his hands dropped to his hips and then plunged him back down. “Ah—!” A little faster than he anticipated but just as good if not better than what he was doing by himself. Again, Mastermind raised off of his dick to the tip and Psyker pulled him back to the hilt. This give and take motion served them both better, and it was clear on their blissed out faces that it felt good to them both. Eventually, Mastermind, used to this, decided to set a faster pace, rising up only half-way now and urging Psyker to slam him down even quicker.

Psyker complied easily.

“So—good!”

“Hah…” Psyker nudged Mastermind closer so that he could brush his lips along that tantalizing show of skin near his collarbone. “You. Drive. Me. So crazy… !” Each word was punctuated with a snap of his hips meeting Mastermind. The last thrust, however, he grinded deep, deep against that spot that he knew would make Mastermind lose it. 

Mastermind moaned incoherent sounds, failing to form a single word as he writhed atop Psyker’s lap. He gasped and screamed wildly, his shrill cries going an octave higher each time Psyker dug even deeper into that spot. “Oh—fuck, please… pleasepleaseplease!” He unceremoniously fell forward, both hands scrambling for purchase and finding himself gripping Psyker’s shoulders tightly, nails digging in.

More curses tumbled from Psyker as the temptation to sink his teeth into Mastermind’s neck was right there. So, he did. 

Yet another wail escaped Mastermind, his back arching beautifully this time. It was as if he was at war of whether to smash himself as close to Psyker as possible, closing all distance or to run from this decadent pleasure coursing through his veins, overwhelming his senses and setting his nerves alight. It was addicting and Mastermind felt himself fading from barely coherent to his head going completely empty. At this rate, he wouldn’t last for long. With what little sense he had left, one hand swooped down to fist his dick with a vigor unlike anything. All he could focus on was the basest desire of driving himself to his end, to finish and make a mess on Psyker’s chest. The mental image alone of ruining Psyker’s rumpled shirt almost made him lose it right then and there. “Please, harder, need you harder…!”

And who was Psyker to deny his pleading lover atop him, making so many beautiful sounds just for him? He planted his feet to get his bearings and brutally fucked up into Mastermind as hard as he could without abandon. With his hands still on Mastermind’s hips, he was able to guide the younger male to bounce on his dick again and again. Grunting in between calling for Mastermind, Psyker’s breath became labored. Fortunately for him, he still had some of his wits about him enough to warn the whimpering mess above him, “Can I… inside Mastermind?” Without waiting for his answer, his lips busied themselves, latching on his neck, then southwards to a bite and suck a hickey into his collarbone, and then finally landing on his perky nipples where he took one one into his mouth and sucked hard.

“Yes, y-yes… oh my god! Yesyes—!” It was unclear if Mastermind was giving his consent specifically for Psyker’s request but the enthusiasm was there and he’d finally, finally reached his orgasm at the tail end of his last blissed out chanting. Fucked out of his mind and ruined, Mastermind came one final time, hard, hand working furiously as he jerked himself through the motions, spurting cum against his stomach and Psyker’s wrinkled up shirt.

Seeing Mastermind come so undone before him like this, Psyker was crazed, carnal in nature like some rabid beast, as he drilled harder and faster, seeking to join his spent partner. With a few more wild, relentless thrusts, he was balls deep, flooding Mastermind’s walls once again. He shuddered with a few more aborted rolls of his hips. And despite his softening cock plugging up Mastermind’s ass still, Psyker was able to feel how the other was too full of him from earlier. Streaks of cum began to leak slowly from his ass, dribbling around his cock. Panting lightly, Psyker opened his eyes and found Mastermind slumped forward, all dead weight and just as spent, hand unmoving on his dick. 

“Mastermind?”

No response.

To pull a reaction and to be a little shit, Psyker reached for whichever hand Mastermind still had on his softening cock and gave a nice pump of his own, laughing softly when that finally stirred the exhausted scientist into mewling weakly in disagreement.

Shaking his head, he whined in a fashion that could only be assumed as a silent no more. 

Which Psyker understood perfectly. He tried to nudge Mastermind a little upright to hold him better. When Mastermind got like this, it was near impossible to clean or move right away, so he made himself comfortable (as he could be, anyway, with the mess still between them and dripping from Mastermind’s cheeks onto his thighs). Idly, he played with Mastermind’s sweat damp hair and placed a few careful pecks to his cheek. He waited patiently until Mastermind was able to find clarity to speak again. 

“If you overstimulate me…” Mastermind struggled, finally finding the breath to speak, “like this again, I’ll—”

Psyker interrupted Mastermind with a deep kiss, then pulled back with a smirk, “You liked it.”

Mastermind immediately buried his face into Psyker’s neck, the heat rising from his cheek, but not uttering a single word to deny what Psyker said otherwise.

Psyker chuckled fondly once more.

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Later that day, Dissembler and Mastermind sat among the couch together, trading their notes between one another in silence as they analyzed their findings and the numbers and such. Both had papers and notes in hand, and would only look up to the stare at the shared screen floating between them now and then.

That was how Psyker found the pair, deep in thought and running calculations. Knowing better than to disturb them, as it was near impossible to catch either of their attention when they got like this, Psyker simply strolled in. He made a quick stop behind the couch to lean down and kiss the top of Mastermind’s head sweetly, then another suggestive kiss placed behind his ear. With that accomplished, he leisurely left the way he came, hands in his pockets. 

There was nothing but the usual silence.

And then, it was Dissembler that did the unusual and broke the silence. “... you and Psyker … you both did not leave the house today, am I correct?” 

The way Dissembler struggled to form the words made Mastermind’s head shoot up from having his face buried deep in the notes only to reveal how his face was already red prior to his question. “Not… um, not exactly. Why do you ask, Dissembler?” 

Again, Dissembler fumbled with his words. It was as if he too was trying to construct each sentence very carefully. A hand flew up to either side of his cheek, cupping it, but it did little to hide the red staining his own face now too. “No particular reason… but, Esper had mentioned you two were… preoccupied—”

“We weren’t doing anything!” Mastermind blurted out abruptly which of course only made him look more guilty.

Upon realizing this, they cranked their heads slowly in each other’s direction, blinking a few times until their faces mirrored one another’s—two brilliant, matching shades of red.

Well! Now Mastermind had no chance of hiding anything. (Though, was there anything to hide when it was as he thought? Esper, the ever nosy, ever devious bastard that he was…)

Dissembler said nothing more, curling into his side to further hide his face.

Mastermind whined to himself, shoving his palms into his face as he sank further into the couch, wishing the damned furniture would just swallow him whole. 

[ticklshalien]

Hello!!! 🪐 I’m Star the Ticklish Alien, and this is my self indulgent art blog! (＾Ｏ＾☆♪~ ♡︎

A bit about Star:

My pronouns are He/Him (they/them accepted!)

Star was born from a Star, and now travels the universe, collecting fun trinkets to decorate his ship :D

My favorite color is periwinkle! But I also really love pink!

I’m neurodivergent!

I don’t use labels to define my sexuality, but I do have a romantic and sexual lean towards boys! (๑╹ω╹๑ ) I’m also trans!

This is an art blog so obviously I’m an artist, but I also write!

I often go by many space themed names/nicknames, but Star is my main name!

FANDOMS Star is in/FAV characters: Haikyuu, Jujutsu kaisen (not for long..all the deaths are hurting my feelings), Blue lock, Sgt frog, Marvel, Spiderman, MLP, CookieRun Kingdom!, Ironman, studio Ghibli, Genshin Impact, Etc.

Loves!!: Sharks, Space, Tickles, Trains, art, BL/MLM, boys :3, socks, pink, stickers, LPS, MLP, watching anime, fantasy, Etc.

Dislikes: bullies, weirdos who don’t respect my boundaries, trolls, vegetables…,bugs, working, taxes!!!! Loud noises! Etc.

A bit about my blog:

This is a self indulgent blog! Which means self indulgent themes and interest will be posted here!

I am a BL artist, so you will see lots of boys love themes, but also trans themes, neurodivergent themes, and other queer themes, but mostly BL! I’m fluid in basically everything I do, so this reflects a lot in my work like fem themes, masc themes, or androgynous/nonbinary themes! So expect LOTS bc I have LOTS!! And I mean lots…

This is SFW and NSFW! So No Minors allowed!

Like my name says I’m a ticklish alien! Tickling is one of my biggest, and longest had hyperfixations! I love playful tickles, comfort tickles, platonic tickles, and spicy tickles all evenly! Tickling isn’t just one thing for me, but again it is one of my biggest fixations so it’ll appear here lots! amongst of course some other big fixations like space for example! :3 if that makes you uncomfy please just leave! I’m normal, and hurting no one! idc if it’s weird to you! BE RESPECTFUL

I write fanfics, draw art, write stories/thoughts, and repost stuff I like!

I will also just post my daily thoughts, or rants (which will be tagged so you can ignore if you’d like!)

o(｀ω´ )oStars Rules!!!🪐

NO minors

NO unsolicited Pictures, or sexual DMS please!

I’d love to make friends! But please don’t be weird…Im an alien with feelings!!

This is a safe space for me, so please be respectful!

Consent is very important so please ask, before you do!

Don’t force everything to be sexual! While I’m open and okay with it, it’s not all I want to indulge in sometimes I just want some nice comfy SFW content!

I always prefer to be friends or just have talked a bit before anything!

I am not afraid to block people to protect my safe space, so please be nice to me and others if you don’t want to be blocked! (●´ω｀●)

Thank you for reading about me and my fun interests! Thank you also for reading all of this, and respecting me and my boundaries!! I appreciate it sm ♡︎ if you’d like to further support me and the things I create, below is my ko-fi where you can tip, and view all my SFW art! Of course though I appreciate any and all forms of support! MWAH

[professional-benaddict]

tony watching his husband, stephen dote over their precious baby from afar. so happy to see his two boys be full of love. -🪐

This is definitely an LP thought😌😌💗💗 Tony watching from the nurses’ station while Stephen is tickling Peter and making him laugh while the boy is sick🌸🌸✨✨

[bvnga-aprikot]

I was looking over my old Unlovely (reincarnated!Jennette AU) notes, when i thought to myself that i never thought of attempting to design a new debutante dress for her. The story i have for it as well as how it contrasts Jetty’s actual dress was too intriguing for me to shaft into the back of my brain. So here’s what i came up with.

I always wanted to talk about what i think Jetty, and in extension Athy and Kiel, would wear in the debutante in this AU as they are characters that went through the most changes in terms of character compared to canon. But then i realized i would have to explain so much backstory and relationships between each character for why i chose a specific design for their debutante outfits (hence why only Jennette’s is finished because i still can’t find a concrete design for the other two). That was why i was nervous about pulling it off, but now after two years i have decided that i want to do something fun with this AU, so here’s my design for Reincarnated!Jetty’s debut gown!

First off, the most obvious thing is that the dress is stylistically and aesthetically different from WMMAP and LP Jennette’s debutante dresses, going for a more neoclassical/regency inspired style rather than the rococo inspired dresses we see her in. This is partly due to the fact that this is my interpretation of a Reincarnated!Jetty who is different from the Jetty we know. However, as the picture says, the dress originally belonged to Duchess Alpheus, as well as a prominent accessory in Jennette’s outfit, her purple brooch. A concept that always tickles my brain worms is of Jetty finding family in the people around her before meeting the Obelias, and in this case it was Duchess Alpheus and Ijekiel.

The Duchess and R!Jennette didn’t really get along at first but coming to find out that they have more in common than they thought (after hijinks ensued), they slowly built a bond together and before they knew it, saw each other like mother and daughter. This is also helped by the fact that Kiel insisted that they get along because he thinks they’d benefit having more people in each other’s lives, which also made them closer to him as well.

Unfortunately not a lot of good things last in this AU and Duchess dies and it leaves the two traumatized and depressed. R!Jennette slowly drifts away from everyone because of this, unable to give herself time to grieve due to everything else that she was doing to change the story for the rest of the characters. This is made worse by the fact that in her previous life R!Jetty was already deprived of motherly love so let’s just say she really went through it during this time.

This is where the dress comes in, because the Duchess showed her and Kiel once some dresses she wore during her youth so she can gift them to her children one day, and this dress was one of them. Originally the dress had longer sleeves and looked more “casual” than formal, but not wanting to agree with Roger and Rosalia’s dress options R!Jennette rolled up her sleeves and tweaked the dress to be more “debutante worthy”. This did not go well with them, but it was too late for anyone to do anything about it so in the end she went with the dark blue dress that once belonged to the woman she thought of as a mother, and looking great in it.

The dress is a simple dark blue with short sleeves and lighter gloves as contrast. It's monochromatic color scheme gives it an antique and vintage look compared to the other dresses. I’m not sure what that drapery thingy you wear with a dress that goes over your arms but i gave her that to complete the look, as well as a small train for a flowey look. I also like to think that R!Jen changed the waistline so to better fit in with current trends too. Now i want to get to Jetty’s new choker, because personally i think it makes the whole look better and gives it a tiny bit of edge. I mentioned that the brooch in the middle also belonged to the Duchess once and this is important because in my AU, Duchess has purple eyes and black hair. To Jennette, it was like the Duchess never left their side.

In typical Jennette fashion, i wanted to incorporate bows in it because i think it would be cute if it was a consistent thing for her to like regardless. But unfortunately i could not for the life of me find a way to do so without it feeling tacky (perhaps the Duchess’s fashion taste calls for less bows because she might’ve hated them). So i opt for a simple bow with a tiny nod to Jetty's green eyes. I wanted the dress to contrast her previous debut dresses, like how Athanasia’s debut dress changed because she changed the tides of her fate.

The reason why i went with a more simpler gown reminiscent of the neoclassical/regency dresses from the early 1800s was because i kinda liked the fact that it came after the French Revolution, and before that was rococo. It's more simple yet still elegant and i thought it'll fit with what i was going for with R!Jetty's dress. She’s not here to make a statement like Athy, she’s here because the story calls for it, but also to investigate something about the Imperial Family, for plot reasons.

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That is all i have to say now! I want to complete Athy’s debutante dress for this AU now because i really think that she needs something else to suit her more cunning and dark personality. And Ijekiel also undergoes a change after his mother’s death too so i’m thinking of giving him a new look for funzies (and also give him something from the Duchess too). Thank you for reading this have a nice day now ;p

[echoes-of-mia]

Jukebox January

Day 9: songs that start with the letter I

I Am Not A Robot by MARINA - this hits twice as hard as an aspec former gifted kid

Insomnia by LPS - just throwing a recent discovery in here, love it ^^

It's Crazy It's Party (feat. Tommy Cash) by Käärijä - okay. 14-year-old me would hate this SO much. 22-year-old me loves it and i call that character development

i drive me mad by renforshort - once again, i recommend ren's music so much, iirc she wrote this when she was 18 and that's insane to me

iGhost by MNQN - very unique vibes, listening to mnqn feels like being on a different plane of existence

Icarus by Starset - i NEED to hear this live again

I Don't Want To Go To Mars by White Lies - something about the chorus just tickles my brain exactly the right way

I'll Call You Mine by girl in red - feels like the sun coming out from behind a cloud

In The End by Linkin Park - i feel like this doesnt need an explanation (honourable mention for iridescent and invisible, why did i make up the rul of only choosing one song per artist)

I Can't Remember by Dream Drop - so I'm at a starset concert and suddenly this small band from göteborg comes on stage saying they drove 14 hours bc the original opening act couldn't make it. and 15 minutes later I'm singing along to this song and frantically searching them on spotify lmao

In The Army Now by Status Quo - loved this when i was 9 and didnt understand a word, still love it today

[anxious-lee]

|| Drakepad + Gosalyn Tickle Headcanons ||

(A/N): these three are undeniably a family and I love them ❤️

i want drake mallard to be my dad what who said that

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- launchpad is such a tickle monster

- his solution to all stress is just to tickle until the sadness goes away

- it always works on poor, overworked drake

- (drake tends to neglect his wellness for the sake of crime fighting and sometimes needs lp to make him go to bed, or eat, or drink water) (he will grumble a little bit after, but he knows he needs it)

- drakepad is so physically/emotionally comfortable with each other that tickling is almost an unspoken thing between them

- they can hold an entire conversation using only eye contact and wiggling air fingers (gosalyn will hear them arguing behind her, it'll go quiet for a few moments, and then drake will shout "OK OK FINE ILL GO TAKE A NAP"

- so yeah launchpad is a switch

- probably ler-leaning switch

- drake I'd say is a chaotic 50/50 switch

- depending on who he's with, he can either be a tickling neir-do-well, or a clumsy, nervous, ticklish puppy

- with gosalyn, he's the former. with launchpad, he's the latter

- gosalyn isn't really the type of kid to enjoy being tickled as much as her dads might, but it's fun sometimes (only because she trusts them with everything)

- one morning, gosalyn refuses to get out of bed, despite it being 11:00 in the morning (I feel you girl). drake however needs his crime fighting partner and goes to coerce her out of bed

drake: ... but I need you! You're my partner!

gosalyn: mrrgmbm cant grmb too tired mbghmmhn

drake: oh dear, whatever will I do without my faithful companion... *scratches a finger up her sole*

gosalyn: *hrn* s-stooop

drake: *puppy eyes* i can only hope that I'll be alright... out there... all alone *wiggles more fingers on her foot*

gosalyn: HYAHHIHIHIHI FIHINE!

drake: works every time 😏

- when tickling gos, drake does this bit pretending that his hands are sentient beings that cannot be controlled, and that they eat when they tickle (classic dorky dad stuff)

- he loves to make his daughter laugh and smile, and he loves to play with his husband ❤️

- when tickling launchpad, he doesn't do the sentient hands thing. he mostly sticks to teasing about how a big guy like him is so "vewy vewy tickwish~" and it works like a fucking charm

- teases lp uses AGAINST drake would be calling himself the tickle monster, and actually encouraging his lee to come out on top; "come on, darkwing duck, you can take this! you're almost free, I believe in you!" but try escaping a 6-foot tickle monster and see how successful you are with that. drake ultimately crumples into launchpad's lap at his ticklish mercy

- drake's most ticklish spot is his belly, making him fit perfectly in launchpad's lap for tickles

- lp is a very gentle tickler

- and also quite ticklish himself

- his most ticklish spot is his underarms

- launchpad LOVES kids, ESPECIALLY his own kid, so gosalyn finds herself the target of her dorky dad's tickle attacks. he teases her with silly noises like "tikikikikikikiki" and "brbrbrbrbrbrb". which she finds SO embarrassing lol

- remember that scene in the jungle book when baloo pretends to be knocked out and mowgli accidentally starts a tickle fight with him? yeah that's launchpad and gosalyn actually

- drake will sometimes convince gos to help him tickle-ambush papa, to which she always agrees a little too evilly

- lp isn't the only one gos tickles

- gosalyn also realizes that her dad can overwork himself, so she takes it upon herself to lecture him into relaxing. when that doesn't work, her next plan is to tickle him to exhaustion. drake is no fool, he can see the glint in her eyes from a mile away, but she's young, and agile, and determined, and he's clumsy, awkward, and old, so the chase isn't long

- gosalyn is 100% a ler

- the happiest days in the McQuack house are when all three of them are engaged in a full out tickle war that has them running around the lair screaming and laughing

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My contribution to the Drakepad shippers! I wrote these as they came to me, so they're not organized at all sorry