#mcytickle month

[theo006]

OH MY GOOOOODDD! The picture Ash posted on ig, with him with his foot on wilbur and wilbur was on the ground. LeeWilbur vibes anyone? And it looked like he was laughing! So say they were doing a photshoot, and they find out Wilbur is ticklish and gang up on him. If someone would write that, I will love you!

[sunriseallium]

Potions

summary: techno accidentally creates a new potion by mistake

june 5th Mcyt tickle month prompt: tickle potion - technoblade

a/n: I took 3 days to write this anyways happy pride.

Word count: 1724

Techno was so close to being done.

The potion was almost perfected, as soon as it finished brewing Techno could test it and see what needed to be fixed.

It was meant to be a potion to numb pain temporarily. It could be useful in battle and wars and just good to have on hand. Especially in situations just adventuring, like the time Phil had to heat up a metal rod to cauterize a wound on Technos leg, or the time Techno had to sew a wound up of an injured traveler.

The potion finished brewing and Techno grabbed the three glass bottles from the brewing stand. He put a label saying "06/05/21" on two of the potions and put them in a shelf. The last one stayed on the counter and Techno monitored it for changes for the next 24 hours.

The next day he checked back. The temperature of it was still the same. The pink tint to the potion was still there as well as the yellow dots (maybe sparkles?) in it. Nothing seemed to have changed which was good.

He poured half of the bottle into a glass and drank it. It was completely flavourless. Techno had his communicator out in case anything were to go wrong, though he doubted it would.

Nothing happened. Techno gazed at the glass and realized he had no idea how to test it. He would need someone to punch him.

Just as the piglin hybrid was about to go to the stairs, he started feeling fuzzy. It was tingly almost, like that sensation as your hand or foot is going to go numb.

Techno shoot out his hand quickly, trying to shake the feeling off. It was persistent and didn't leave. The pinkette walked back to his journal and was going to note it down when the feeling became stronger.

"Must have messed up the potion, hmm." Techno mumbled to himself. The tingle feeling stayed and Techno tried to flinch away from it, but how could he? It was a potion, a 3 minute one as well.

This was starting to get annoying now. Techno tried to focus on writing and reading his notes for the potion, but the feeling was so distracting. A smile irked at his mouth.

His body twitched to the side when the sensation became more prominent. It was almost a tickly feeling. Techno tapped his foot on the ground to try and distract himself.

This was a long 3 minutes.

"Why ihis this so long." Techno could hear the giggles escaping throughout the words. Slowly, the piglin hybrid sat on the floor as he laughed softly.

He was glad he was alone. If this had happened in front of anyone it would be embarrassing as hell.

Then soon enough it came to an end. The tingly feeling left as quick as it came. Techno rubbed his arms and sides to make sure everything was still normal before he stood up to work again. He would need to restructure the entire potion now, the recipe as well for it to be what he wanted.

Maybe he would keep the broken potion recipe, in case he ever needed this.

-

"I dare you too go to the basement, and uhhh try one of Technos potions." Tommy grinned.

Wilbur raised his eye brow. Not the most creative idea but simple enough. He could do it easily.

"I'll make sure Techno stays in his room. Get it and go to the living room, I'll meet you there." Tommy said before running upstairs. Wilbur nodded thoughtfully, then realized he would not have a lot of time if Tommy was making sure Techno would stay away.

He quietly but swiftly went down to the basement. Wilbur plugged his nose at the horrid stench of nether wart mixed with every ingredient you could imagine.

Wilbur looked at the "safe" section of Technos potions. He knew Techno kept harmful ones locked in the cupboard, but any on the shelf were all helpful and harmless.

The brunet picked one before running upstairs and then too the living room. He sat on the couch and a mere minute later, Tommy was there as well.

"Easy." Wilbur grinned at his brother. Tommy grinned back and motioned for Wilbur to drink the potion.

Wilbur took the cork out and looked inside the bottle. It was a faint pink colour and had little flakes of yellow in it. He shrugged before quickly chugging it all in one gulp.

When nothing happened immediately Wilbur and Tommy shrugged and threw the bottle in the trash.

"Well that was boring. Must be a failed one." Tommy said a bit quietly. He didn't want Techno to hear them still, they would both be in trouble then.

"Mhm." Wilbur said, ignoring the tingly sensation rapidly growing.

He hugged his arms around his torso in hopes of stopping the tickly feeling buzzing under his skin. A smile forced its way onto his face and Wilbur coughed to cover up a laugh that threatened to spill out.

Tommy looked at him confused and Wilbur couldn't hold in his laughter anymore. Giggles and soft laughter poured out and Tommy stared dumbfounded.

"You good Wil?" Tommy asked. Wilbur didn't reply, only laughing more.

"Whahahahts hahahppeNING-!" Wilbur interrupted himself with a quiet screech when the sensation moved to his ribs and shoulder blades.

"I'm going to get Techno. TECHNO!" Tommy yelled.

What kind of potion was this even?

Techno slowly came down the stairs to hear laughing. What were his brothers doing? Techno walked into the living room to see a confused Tommy and beside him, a laughing Wilbur.

"Explain."

"Okay so we're really sorry but we can apologize later just please help us first. I dared Wilbur to drink one of your potions, so he grabbed this fucking lame pink one and now he is laughing and I don't know what to do." Tommy said in one breath.

Techno thought for a minute before he had an epiphany. The potions he brewed a couple weeks ago.

"Oh. It's fine, only lasts 3 minutes. Kinda feels like you're being tickled." Techno briefly explained the potion. Tommy nodded and poked Wilbur's sides with a sly smirk.

"You're evil." Techno deadpanned. Tommy nodded in understanding but continued to make the situation worse for the brunet. Techno sighed, and together they both lightly tickled Wilbur's stomach and sides for the remaining time the potion was in effect.

The 3 minute mark came to an end and the two stopped to let Wilbur catch his breath.

"Assholes." Wilbur said, a faint smile still etched on us face.

"You took my potion, I think it was well deserved."

-

Two months later and Techno still had the last "failed" potion sitting in the shelf. At this point he had forgotten about it, and it was merely a dust collector now.

"Hey Techno, still got that weird laugh potion?" Tommy asked him out of the blue one evening.

Techno looked at the blond and nodded. Normally, Techno would find out why Tommy needed it before saying he still had it. The younger was a trouble maker and Techno was weary of what he could do with any potion. But this one, it was just sitting down there. Plus it was harmless, as long as Tommy didn't use it against him, Techno would let Tommy have it.

"Okay, does it have a flavour?" Tommy asked. Techno shook his head no.

"Okay good. Can I have it?" Tommy asked again.

"Why?" Techno replied.

"I want to put it in Phil's morning coffee." Tommy said. Techno thought about it. It was a good idea honestly. Phil always seemed to tickle them, yet they could never get him back (even with 3 against 1, well more like 2 against one. Wilbur or Tommy always chickened out). This would be a perfect opportunity.

Techno brought the potion to Tommy and told him that he needed to wake up early if he wanted to do this. Tommy nodded wth a grin and walked away.

Perhaps Tommy took Technos "wake up early" a bit too literally. It was 5:30am and Tommy was making Phil's coffee. Phil always woke up at 6 and had coffee at 6:05.

Techno came down at 5:58 and sat on the couch. He could see Tommy pouring the coffee into a cup from where he sat. Tommy poured almost half the potion into Phil's mug and then came to sit beside Techno.

"Just saying, when Phil figures it out, you're taking the blame." Techno said as he switched through the shows on Netflix.

"Okay bitch."

Phil came down at 6:04 and saw a mug of coffee sitting out. Tommy yelled from the living room that it was for Phil, and although the oldest was suspicious, he thanked his youngest and drank the coffee.

Techno and Tommy watched from the corner of their eye as Phil sat in his chair in the living room with them.

They sat patiently and waited for the reaction. None came. Tommy and Techno looked at each other in confusion, it should have worked.

"Wilbur warned me." Phil explained with a smirk. Tommy looked like a deer caught in headlights. As soon as Phil stood up, Tommy upstairs and back to his room.

When Phil sat beside Techno on the couch, the piglin hybrid thought nothing of it. He did think about it when Phil trapped him in his arms.

"I didn't do anything." Techno stated calmly.

"Mhm, Wilbur also told me you made it mate." Phil grinned and Techno knew he was screwed.

He felt Phil's fingers dig into his sides and scratch around his ribs and stomach. Techno laughed and struggled to escape Phil's arms but couldn't.

Phil's dark feathered wings fluttered against Technos ears and neck and the piglins laughter rose up a notch.

"NOOO PHIHIL!" Techno managed through his laughter. Phil just laughed and continued to tickle Techno for a bit longer.

Finally Phil stopped, it was only morning he didn't want to completely wear out the teenager. Phil released Techno from his hold and went back to sit on his chair.

"Mate, might want to redo your braid later." Phil contained his laughter. Technos braid was very messy now, strands stuck out and there were numbs off pink hair that almost came out but not quite.

"I'm gonna make you do it." Techno mumbled.

"That's fair." Phil smiled

[thunder-at-dawn]

June 12th

so i know that the mcytickle month event ended, but there were still a couple of prompts i wanted to do! here’s the first one :D also, a bit inspo for this fic came from a fic by @soft--dragon, which you can read here!

word count: 2,704

prompt: beacons

character: fundy

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

ItsFundy: Eret!!

The_Eret: Fundy, hey! :D What’s up?

ItsFundy: Remember how you said that you were looking for some extra flowers for dyes? I managed to find some for you!

ItsFundy: Do you want me to bring them over now if you aren’t busy?

The_Eret: You got flowers??

ItsFundy: All kinds of them!

The_Eret: That’s fantastic!! Thank you Fundy :)

The_Eret: Although, I am a little bit busy tonight D: Is there any chance you can bring them by tomorrow morning?

ItsFundy: Yeah, that works!!

The_Eret: Alright! I’ll be at the front castle gate then tomorrow morning, waiting for you :)

ItsFundy: Got it!! Have a good night, Eret!! See you tomorrow!!

The_Eret: Goodnight, Fundy. :)

Fundy smiled as he set his communicator down on the table, closing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He double checked the chest he had set down in his home, making sure all of the flowers that he had collected for Eret were there. Even though he was getting tired, he wondered if maybe, he should start making the flowers into dye now, to save his royal friend from doing as much work. He picked out an allium from the chest, before hearing a familiar noise.

Buzz! Buzz!

“Eret is still messaging me?” The fox thought to himself, walking over and picking up the communicator again.

The_Eret: Oh I forgot to mention one thing!

The_Eret: So I’ve been working on a new defense mechanism over the past few days to keep out intruders and any hostile mobs. It should be off by the time you get here, but if you arrive early, just message me and I’ll turn it off before coming outside

ItsFundy: A defense mechanism? What kind is it??

The_Eret: You’ll know what it is when you see it :)

Fundy squinted at the screen of his communicator, unsure if he was reading right or too tired to read that correctly. A defense mechanism? Even stranger, one that he would know when he saw it? That was…certainly a weird thing to describe.

ItsFundy: Alright, got it

ItsFundy: Have a good night!

He turned off his communicator, setting it back down on the table where he initially placed it. He was low-key tempted to arrive earlier than he planned to, so that he could see whatever this “defense mechanism” was. However, Fundy decided against it. It had been a long day for him, and he wanted to get some well deserved rest.

The morning soon came, and Fundy awoke as he felt Yogurt’s fuzzy white face muzzle up against his own. He smiled softly, giving the other small chin scratches as dawn still bled through the curtains. After getting dressed, making the flowers he had into dyes, and separating the dyes into bags so they wouldn’t mix together while in the chest, he was ready to go. He grabbed his communicator, typing a quick message.

ItsFundy: Leaving now, I’ll be there shortly!

Putting the communicator in his pocket, he picked up the chest of dyes, said goodbye to Yogurt, and headed out the door.

The walk to Eret’s castle was…longer than he had hoped. Quite tiring, honestly. He wished he had lived closer. However, he eventually made it, walking down the path to the royal building. However, Fundy found that the closer he walked towards it, the brighter it looked. Squinting his eyes, he looked up to see what was causing such a blind.

Well, this was new.

Fundy had always known that Eret liked beacons, and he had a full array to make the whole rainbow. But today, all of the light from his beacons was a light lavender shade. Not only that, there was a lot more light, meaning more beacons. So many beacons actually, that it made a line from wall to wall, meaning it would be impossible to waltz into the castle without walking through the light.

The fox approached the wall of light curiously. This was very likely the new defense mechanism that Eret had mentioned. But…what would happen if he went through it? Would he get hurt? Poisoned? Electrocuted? Would it trigger an opening gate that would release a bunch of vicious dogs?? Fundy didn’t want to think of the answer. So, instead, he pulled out the communicator he held once more.

ItsFundy: Hey, I’m here

ItsFundy: I think I found your defense thing, and it appears to still be on. Should I just wait here for you to turn it off?

Fundy sat on the ground, facing away from the light, as looking at it for too long might just blind him. He didn’t know if anyone else was awake right now, and he didn’t want to disturb anyone. He sent Eret another few messages, growing impatient.

ItsFundy: Hello????

ItsFundy: Erettttt

ItsFundy: Are you awake???????

Ten minutes had passed, and still no Eret. Fundy decided to turn around, squinting as he faced the wall of light, stepping forward. Curious, he reached his paw out to feel a ray of light, sticking it in for a couple of seconds before pulling away.

“…Nothing happened.” He mumbled to himself. If anything, it just left a small, tingling feeling on his paw, that he was easily able to rub away. With a newfound sense of confidence, Fundy grabbed the chest of dyes from off of the ground, holding it with both hands. If nothing was happening to him with these beacons, than what was he so afraid of? Taking a deep breath, Fundy closed his eyes, stepping through the wall of light.

When he opened his eyes back up, it was like nothing had ever happened. That tingle that he felt in his paw wasn’t even there, absent everywhere on his body. Fundy let out a sigh of relief, setting the chest down on the ground.

As he looked around, he noticed that one mob managed to sneak past Eret’s defenses… a spider. A relatively small spider, probably the size of a house cat, seemingly as unbothered as Fundy was. The two made eye contact, and it started to creep towards him on all eight legs. Fundy started to back away, reaching for the sword in his hilt.

However, the unexpected happened next.

Fundy started to feel that strange tingling again that he had first felt in his paw. But this time, it was near the bottom of his legs. Whatever it was, it was enough to knock the fox over, and he crashed to the ground. It was a bit scary, honestly. He didn’t know what was happening as he continued to back away from the spider, hoping not to take any damage. But, when he thought things couldn’t get stranger, he was proven wrong.

The feeling started to leave the bottom of his legs and go up to his knees, swirling around the caps of them and underneath them. It stayed there, and then he felt more of the tingle move to his thighs. And then, the feeling started to change. It became lighter… it felt like there was a tingling feeling resting on his thighs, under his knees, and on his kneecaps. And suddenly, the tingle picked back up again, but it was different. It felt like invisible fingers, lightly trailing all over Fundy’s legs, and the young fox’s eyes widened in horror as he made another observation.

It tickled.

It tickled really fucking badly.

Fundy slapped a paw over his mouth, starting to hear his own muffled giggles start to pour out. One by one, he was able to detect each and every move that the sensation in his body decided to move to. He felt buzzing all over his thighs, as well as what felt like invisible, skittering fingers below his knees and above his kneecaps. He squeaked, kicking his legs to attempt to get rid of the feeling, and now holding both paws over his mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the spider tilt it’s head, as if it too, didn’t know what was happening. It started to creep forward towards the wriggling fox, getting up close and looking at him. He watched the spider curiously, hoping it would be friendly. It creeped forward, then nuzzled it’s head against the soft fur in Fundy’s neck, which made him squeal.

“WahaHAIT- noHoHOHO! Dohohon’t dohoho thAHAHAT!” Fundy moved his hands to lightly push the spider’s head away from his neck, his laughter finally flowing free. He didn’t want to hurt the spider by pushing it away, but at the same time, he couldn’t handle the nuzzling feeling in his neck. And just like magic, the feeling in his legs started to appear on his neck, making everything more unbearable than it already had been.

He tried his best to squirm away, but it didn’t work. No matter how much he moved, the feeling wouldn’t leave anywhere on his body. He could feel fluttering fingers on his neck, and was now starting to feel light tracing along his ears. Those touches felt rather nice, and if it weren’t for the ticklish spider nuzzles, he would have melted right into the touches. Fundy started to feel tingles and buzzes on his ribs, making him once again squeal with laughter.

“EhEHErehet! SohoHOMeohone!! HehEHELP MEHEHE!!” He called out, hoping someone would be around to help him out of this situation. But for now, he was forced to lay there and take the tingles.

Fundy couldn’t tell you how long he had laid there for. It felt like forever, when in reality, it had been about five minutes with no changes in the tingles and buzzes. He was a bit tired tired out, his squeals and shrieks from before now reduced to light giggling.

“…Shit.”

Fundy turned his head to see the king of the land, Eret, just having opened the front gate, then quickly turning around and heading inside. On the wall inside the castle, Fundy caught a glimpse of a wall of levers that hadn’t been there the last time he visited. Eret flipped a switch before turning around, quickly walking towards his friend, shooing the spider away from him and watching it creep away.

“Fundy, I am so sorry.” Eret sighed, sitting himself down next to the giggly fox. “There was supposed to be a clock mechanic in my defense mechanism that would make it turn off in the morning, but I think I fucked up the redstone while working on it. I’ll have to get that fixed on my own time…”

“Yehehahah, yehehah. Yohou’re fihihine.” Fundy giggled, practically breathless.

“Speaking of my defense mechanism, I see that you found it.” Eret looked towards the lights from his beacons, which were now back to their normal, rainbow pattern. “And…I see that it worked. Curiosity killed the cat. Or, well, the fox, in this case.”

The fox groaned, hating that he could hear the smirk in Eret’s voice. “Oh, shuhut ihit.” He snapped, giggles still pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.

“Hopefully, you didn’t get too wrecked while I overslept a little.” Eret chuckled, lightly scratching at Fundy’s stomach. What he didn’t expect was for Fundy to suddenly squeal and push his hands away.

“EhEHERET!” He clutched onto his stomach, blocking him from being able to continue.

“Hm?” The king looked at the fox with a puzzled expression, before he remembered something, a smile gracing his lips. “Ah, right! So, Fundy. How these lights work is that they send ticklish shockwaves throughout whatever part of your body touched it, for a certain period of time. By the looks of it, you put your whole body through, meaning that the effects would last for about fifteen minutes, and that it should wear off of you in a few. However, one thing is that when you’re under the effects of the beacon and you’re touched… it amplifies the effects of the shockwaves.”

As if on cue, Fundy could feel the buzzing in his body start to spread out and creep towards his stomach. The feeling was light and tingly, and by looking at Eret’s smug grin, he could tell that he would have quite a bit of breath to catch after this.

“W-Wahahaihit! Nohoho! Nonononono…” Fundy whimpered. He didn’t even know who he was pleading to, and he could feel a blush on his face he heard the king’s amused laughter. Before he could blink, he saw Eret’s hand race to his stomach, scribbling all over, and the tingly feeling that was already there suddenly skyrocketed in effectiveness. Fundy shrieked, trying to squirm away from Eret’s hand.

“EHEHEHEHAHA- EHEHEREHET! THAHAHAT MAHAHAKES IHIHIT SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!!” He cackled, his body quivering as he felt tingles all over his body.

“Oh, really? Well, I could switch to this instead!” Eret leaned down to give Fundy a raspberry, which only made him laugh harder. “Awww, is that better?”

“IHIHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOT!”

The king couldn’t help but laugh along with his friend. “Ahahaw, are you a little ticklish, Fundy? Can you not handle some little tummy scribbles?” He teased, smirking as he saw his friend’s face go bright red.

For the last couple minutes of Fundy’s tickley torture, Eret skittered his fingers, made claws with his hands, peppered raspberries here and there, squeezed up and down, and spilled teases into Fundy’s ears as if they were the new gossip. Once finished, Fundy was a smiling, giggling mess on the ground, curled up in a ball.

“Your tail was wagging that whole time, by the way.” Eret laughed. Fundy only groaned, but couldn’t stay mad at his friend for long. Once he regained his composure, he stood up, dusting the dirt off of his jacket from rolling around in the grass.

“I turned all of the flowers into dye for you, by the way. They’re all in that chest.” He nodded, pointing to the chest on the ground.

“You did?” Eret’s eyebrows raised up. “Fundy, you didn’t have to do that, bud.”

“What can I say? It’s what friends are for! Anyway, they’re all in the chest, take a look!”

Eret did as Fundy suggested, opening the chest and digging through. He had even separated dyes into separate bags as well? He was quite impressed, he wouldn’t lie. However, it wasn’t long until his heart dropped when he heard a familiar sound.

BZZZZZZT!

He looked towards the beacons on his right, which were now back to their light lavender color. He turned towards the open castle door. Fundy had flipped up a switch, cracking his knuckles as he walked towards his friend.

“Wahait, Fundy. Let’s talk about this.” Eret stood up and started to back away, before he was backed up against the wall of light.

“Aww, what’s wrong, Eret? Are you scared of just a little bit of tickling? It can’t be that bad.” Fundy said sarcastically, a wide grin on his face.

Eret looked around, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this scot free. However, he did have one idea. The king quickly grabbed Fundy’s wrist and leaned back, pulling both of them so that their whole bodies passed through the light of the beacons. They both landed on the ground, and Fundy realized what was about to happen to him.

“Eret! What was that for?!” He asked, watching as his friend laughed softly.

“What?! I wasn’t just going to let you do this to me and have it be one sided!” Eret laughed as Fundy’s ears dropped down.

“…Oh, you are so asking for this.” The fox smirked, moving towards Eret and scribbling at his stomach. The king let out a surprised yell, laughing and trying to push his hands away. It wasn’t until he reached out and squeezed Fundy’s side that he made him squeak and draw back. The two glared at each other, mischievous intent in their eyes, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.

If they were going to be laughing because of the effects of the beacons, they were going to be sure of the fact that the other person would be laughing harder than the other.

And that day, on the grounds of Eret’s castle, a battle commenced, and it was more giggly than any other battle that had ever taken place.

[tklpilled]

day nine

a/n: can’t believe im late for ranboo day 😔 the prompt and character were unusual spots and ranboo, and i have. many hcs. so this was perfect LMAO (also i am once again using he/they for ranboo bc <3)

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For someone who didn’t know what tickling was for such a long time, Ranboo is really ticklish.

It confuses Tommy a bit. He can hardly touch them on a sensitive spot without them flinching or smiling, did they never ask about the feeling or consider it odd?

He guesses he’s probably just touch starved. It makes sense with a lot of things.

“No fuckin’ way you’re ticklish here,” Tommy says in a mix between surprise and amusement.

Ranboo scrunches his shoulders up, giggling quietly. “Shuhush.”

Tommy skitters his fingers lightly over his friend’s shoulders, grinning at the little squeaks it creates. It’s really rather endearing, though it’s not like Tommy would ever admit that Ranboo is cute.

“You’re just ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?” When Ranboo shakes their head, Tommy scoffs. “You are!” He trails his fingers up to their neck, which produces real, proper laughter. “Like here,” he says, using one hand to scratch behind their ear as well, “and here,” he skitters his fingers down their ribs and sides, “and everywhere else!”

Ranboo wiggles around in place, but it’s obvious that he’s not really trying to get away. “Y- yohou dohon’t need to dehehemonstrahate!” he complains.

“But I do!” Tommy slowly brings his fingers back up, making the hybrid whine through his giggles. “How else would I be able to show you just how ticklish you are?”

Ranboo squeaks and blushes when he says the word, which Tommy keeps in mind for later. It’s getting very difficult to not coo at them. They’re just so adorable.

Tommy goes back up to his shoulders, dragging his nails over them and occasionally moving down to scribble at his shoulder blades.

“T- Tohohommmy—” Ranboo manages after a couple minutes. Tommy stops immediately, pulling his hands away to instead run his fingers through their hair. Ranboo melts into him, hiccuping as they try to stop their residual laughter.

Tommy’s not soft for him. He’s not.

[amitlee]

June 8th

Non-human attributes, BadBoyHalo.

Ler!Bad Lee!Dream

Claws and man is fucking massive

Hi guys! I’m on vacations right now and will be for the next few days. This is why posting has gone down and I haven’t been responding to messages, be it here or on discord. Very sorry and I’ll be getting back to everyone in a few days💕

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“Bahahad, wait plehease!” Dream said, backing away from the demon with his hands held in front of him in a defensive position.

For every step Dream took back, Bad took a bigger one towards the man. The distance between the two of them was beginning to slim, but Dream knew he wouldn’t be able to out run Bad.

Bad stood with his hands clasped in front of his body, fake disappointment etched across his face. He sighed, “I told you to stop swearing. And what do you do? Keep swearing. You knew what would happen, silly. Now stay still.” He lunged.

Dream let out a shriek as the distance was reduced to nothing and he was suddenly in the arms of BadBoyHalo. Bad had him in a hold that made him feel somewhat like a cat. Dream was held by his underarms and held a little away from Bad’s body. He kicked his legs in the air and squirmed.

“You aren’t even streaming! This is duhuhumb!” Dream light heartedly complained, eventually stopping his kicking as it was getting him nowhere.

“And you aren’t even trying to get away!” Bad said matter-of-factly. It was somewhat true, but mostly just meant to fluster the smaller man.

Once Bad was sure he wouldn’t be accidentally kicked by Dream, he changed their positions so he was carrying Dream bridal style instead.

“Look Dream, your cute little belly is gonna get it~” Bad had his hand raised above Dream’s hoodie cladded torso.

Before Dream could react, Bad had dropped his dull claws to gently wiggle into the fabric of his hoodie.

“BahahAHAHad! Why thehehere!” Dream would never be able to explain why the claws were so bad. He never seemed to be prepared for the ticklish feeling they produced.

The wiggling changed to a scribbly tracing along the bare skin, Bad had snuck his hands under the hoodie and shirt. Dream’s reaction was near instantaneous. He went from surprised giggles to full laughter and his hands, that had previously been hanging at his sides, gripped Bad’s forearms.

“Well you deserve it, that’s why!” The demon replied.

Dream had curled up slightly in Bad’s hold. His laughter was bright as usual, yet rather uncontrollable. “STOHOHOP! IHIHT TIHIHICKLES!”

Bad looked at his friend, observing his carefree features. He knew that if he stopped at this point, Dream would be left unsatisfied. But of course, he wanted him to have a way out for when he’d had enough. “Well if you want it to stop so bad, all you have to do is apologize.”

Dream’s eyes widened but he shook his head and closed his eyes. This proved to be a mistake as Bad changed to clawing at his hips without his knowledge.

“BAAAHAD! PLEHEHehease please Plehehease!” The sensations on his hips were nearly unbearable, even though they weren’t his worst spot. This was mostly due to Bad’s claws; instead of a feather light or firm touch, they left one that was somewhat indescribable.

“Awww. Say it with me, I’m sorry.”

Dream nodded his head and giggled out something resembling an “I’m sorry”.

Bad also nodded, “Good. I’m sorry BadBoyHalo for cursing and being a meanie.”

Dream lightly pushed at Bad’s hands. “Bahahad!”

Bad laughed and stopped his movements. “Okay okay, I guess that’s good enough. Are you alright?”

Through his residual giggles, Dream answered, “Yehehes. Thank yohou, Bad.” He rested his head on the demon’s chest.

Bad rolled his eyes fondly but smiled, “Of course Dream, anytime.”

——————————————————————

[kasey-writes-stuff]

I’ve been very sporadic with my fics for this but I hope you all enjoy this one

Sapnap screamed as he ran through the dream team house dodging furniture as he desperately tried to get away, he saw nowhere to hide and so instead did the next best idea he had and ran for the back door quickly running into the backyard! At least he didn’t have as many obstacles to avoid running around the yard! Nervous giggles began to pour out as he looked behind him and saw Punz,Dream and George right behind him! Suddenly he squealed feeling arms wrapped around his middle! Dream cheered excitedly as he quickly sat on sapnaps waist as punz used one hand to hold both of sapnaps wrists above his head! George sat on his lower legs holding back an excited smile! Sapnap quickly began babbling out protests

“GUYS NO NO NO THIS REALLY ISN’T NECESSARY YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS PLEASE!” Punz smirked snickering slightly “Geeze sap you should’ve thought about this before you pranked us all by messing with our keyboards” George nodded “yea sapnap you did this to yourself really” Dream laughed softly “it’s almost like you knew this would happen, almost like you wanted it to happen” he had the evilest smirk and teasing tone to his voice as he said it.. Sap quickly shook his head in protest but his bright red face said otherwise “s-shut up! I didn’t and I do not! Now stop and let me up!” Punz shook his head “Dude its obvious you’re lying because if you truly didn’t want this would’ve said the safe word by now” George nodded in agreement “Yea sapnap if you really don’t want this just say the safe word and we’ll stop”

They all paused waiting for his answer genuinely wanting to be sure he was okay with this… A few moments pass before sapnap grumbles quietly “fine maybe I do want this” Dream grinned smugly “That’s all we needed to hear, boys let’s get him!” George quickly began skittering his fingers under and around sapnaps knees making him fall into squeaky giggles “GEORGE NO ehehhhhehehekkhehehehheehheheheheh!” George couldn’t help the smile on his face as he lovingly teased sap “awe such squeaky giggles sap we should call you squeakers!” Sapnap shook his head his face bright red as he protests “nohoho yooouuuu rehehehhehahahallyyy ssshhoouullddnnnttt!”

Dream smirked softly “what should we call you then? Maybe squealy instead?” He softly poked at sap’s tum button a few times true to what the suggested nickname proposed sap squealed at each poke “EEP DREHEHEPP NO!” Punz laughed softly as Dream and George paused their attacks “No no no no guys we should call him shriekers” His smile turned into a grin as he began skittering his blunt nails around sapnaps neck making him true to the possible nickname, shriek as he shakes his head attempting to dislodge Punz’s fingers from one his most ticklish spots

“aaAHH PUNZ NOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!” Upon hearing sap’s full laughter they all can’t help the happy smiles on their faces “I almost forgot just how ticklish you are here sap” Punz smirks softly teasing him lovingly, Dream rolls his eyes softly “Oh please you could blow on his neck and he would shriek” Punz snickers softly as he slows his hands to a stop, sap giggles residually relaxing for a moment “shuhutt uhuppp thahattss nhahattt ttruhuhuehehe” George now rolls his eyes light heartedly “Yea sure it’s not”

A few more moments pass and sap’s giggles have finally stopped, punz slowly leans down and begins blowing on sap’s neck and true to what the boys said and contradictory to what sap said he does indeed shriek “aAahh!” The guys all giggle softly and fondly, Dream grins a bit “ready for the finale sappy?” Sapnap blushes as he nods his head “uh yea..” George nods “Well then let’s not waste anytime!” Dream moves from sap’s waist and instead sits to the right of him, punz readjusts his grip on sap’s wrists as Georges hands rest on sap’s thighs…

Dream looks to them both and then nods “In 5…4…3…2…1..GO!” Punz begins vibrating his fingers into the middle of sap’s armpits, as Dream lifts his shirt skittering his fingers along sap’s sides as his head shakes back and forth blowing raspberries all over his tum being sure to focus the biggest ones on his tum button, George begins squeezing up and down his thighs and then also vibrating his fingers into some spots on his thighs to keep him guessing! Sap screams! Falling into the loudest laughter yet before it goes silent “AAAAHHHH AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA…………………..”

after about twenty seconds they slow not to a full stop but to just gentle tracing on the areas as he giggles hiccuping every so often

Dream looks to him smiling happily “You good sap?” George snickers softly “Yes you good sapnap we didn’t actually kill you did we?” Punz snickers a but his own self “yea I’d hate to see how the fans would react to hear we killed you with laughter” Sap rolled his eyes softly as their hands eventually slowed to a full stop punz releasing his wrists as George climbed off his legs, and his giggles and hiccups slowed to a stop as well “I’m good you didn’t kill me”

Dream says “So even though you never said the safe word I’m assuming you’re done” sap nods softly “Yea I’m good, if anything I’m ready for some revenge” he smirks softly as he quickly lunges towards Dream

And so it’s safe to say sap did get his revenge and but just on Dream either

The end

[sageinacage]

Why I am leaving this blog

This is the truth as of why I'm abandoning my tumblr, @/sageinacage.

CW: swearing/harsher language; mentions of breaking boundaries, sexualization, bondage, non-con/tickle torture, kinks, toxicity, overall rly uncomfortable topics

TLDR at the bottom.

Before I start, I want to say that I’m not talking about everyone in this community. Not everyone is like this, but still a lot of people are, and unfortunately the negatives are louder than the positives.

Having this blog was quite an adventure. It definitely had its ups and downs, but I was quick to notice that it had a majority of downs instead of ups. As of now, I'm dreading being on this page.

I don't feel comfortable here anymore and it's incredibly hard for me to feel any sense of safety in this community, and I honestly feel personally ashamed to be in the MCYT tickle community with the bullshit me and others have seen and experienced.

People go around on anonymous and practically harass creators, I've seen so many rude anons get sent to myself, my friends, and people on my dash. People are also breaking CC's boundaries left and right, and no one will listen to anyone when it's spoken up about. I remember making a post stating that if you send anon hate then DNI, and I lost 4 followers. So disappointing. Actually after I took a screenshot of my boundary/trigger list and posted it, someone sent me an ask and did EXACTLY what was listed in my triggers. It went fully against my boundaries, and it caused me to feel scared whenever I get a notification in my inbox, because I’m scared that somebody is trying to purposely trigger me again; and I shouldn’t have to be on Tumblr with such paranoia as I’m experiencing.

Going onto the topic of the more weird and uncomfortable side of the community, I also remember I made a post a while ago saying "if you support putting minors in heavy bondage, then unfollow," and I lost 5+ followers. To put it bluntly, that’s fucking disgusting. For those people to admit for putting minors in a borderline NSFW situation, since heavy bondage is quite literally something that only happens in the kink world and there’s nothing wholesome or cute about it, and for them to admit to doing it, is fucking weird. Though, I’m thankful those people got off my blog.

I have literally seen someone post art of c!Ranboo in heavy restraints and it didn’t even look remotely fun or consensual. It was pictured, or at least my friends and I interpreted it, that he was being tickle tortured and it was non-con. Though, it’s to be expected when the art is a dark-lit room with an intense tickle machine with heavy bondage, with a blindfold and what looks he is genuinely struggling. What made me even more uncomfortable is that an adult drew it. Another person wrote a fic of c!Ranboo in a lot of bondage with the sign “tickle toy” attached to him. That’s fucking weird. That’s practically something that never gets condoned in a strictly SFW sense. The sad part is that others and I have seen a lot of this happening around.

I was actually informed that an artist the other day on another MCYT tickle server drew literal non-con tickle art of Technoblade (/srs). I was revolted. The worst part is, some people didn't even have an issue with it and reacted to the image with heart emojis. For someone to draw non-con in a completely SFW server filled with a bunch of minors is creepy and weird. Non-con isn't a fun thing, and so many people, including me, have horrible experiences related to it; and for someone to turn it into a "heehee fun tickle" situation is fucked up. For someone to even fantasize non-con as a tickle fantasy just makes me feel sick. There are a few fics like this I've seen as well, unfortunately.

Related to non-con things, I've actually gotten a request before asking me to write Schlatt literally tickle torturing Tubbo, and multiple asks that are similar to that; even when on my request rules it stated not to ask for things related to that. Anything with the word "torture" in it is not consensual, especially in the context it was in. I’ve probably had to delete around 5–8 asks in total from my inbox that were related to non-con or torturous things, even after I already stated in my rules I do not write that stuff.

Another thing I've seen is romantic-esque things written with CCs and then the creator slaps a "/p" onto it, and all of a sudden it's okay? Ranboo has even stated in a stream that he is uncomfortable with his IRL self being written/drawn cuddling his friends, and I see so many fics and concepts of IRL Ranboo cuddling in some way (which I've spoken out about before, but again, no one listened).

Moving on, I've probably met the most toxic people in this community than any others I've been apart of- and I've been apart of a lot, I've been on Tumblr on different blogs since I was 11. For some reason, so many people love to guilt trip here (both my friends and I have noticed and experienced a bunch of people doing it in this community), and the people who get called out for it avoid apologizing like the plague. A person in this community made me and a few others literally scared to say no and scared to advocate for our boundaries, because of how much we got guilt tripped. And no, no one received an apology. But still, people DEFENDED this person, even though me and other people spoke out and explained how this person hurt us. That’s so fucking upsetting. I automatically don’t feel safe in a community where people willingly associate with a literal manipulator and someone who hurt probably over 10 people in total (/srs).

Another thing I've noticed is that so many people seem entitled to something. For example, when I got practically harassed by anons for my discomforts/triggers, basically trying to squeeze out reasoning. No one needs to explain their boundaries/discomforts to you, and this community doesn't understand that from what I've experienced; after being harassed by multiple people on anonymous multiple times, all of which were because of personal reasons I was not obligated to share. No one should be able to say that they got harassed by people on anon for their OWN BOUNDARIES. ON 3 DIFFERENT OCCASIONS AS WELL.

Long story short, I can’t help my triggers. Each of my triggers has developed from trauma I’ve gone through or a bad experience, and I shouldn’t even have to defend myself for my triggers/discomforts if people were respectful and weren’t so fucking entitled for an explanation. So many people in this community can’t mind their own business, and I unfortunately had to learn that the hard way.

I've also seen people project onto IRL CCs. Those are real and breathing people. I understand doing it for comfort, but, the CCs have a literal character that people can project onto, but for some reason, people have to push their things onto real life people. I’ve seen someone headcannon IRL Tommy as trans. That's like the same as your friend "headcannoning" you, a real person, as a different sexuality that isn't what you identify with, and one you may not even be OK with being seen as, and without knowing if you're comfortable with it or not. It's weird.

There are more points I could bring up and more specific things I could state, but I think you got the gist of why I'm leaving. I don't feel comfortable being a member in a community which a lot of its members condone in this stuff.

This is the reason why I'm only active in the MCYT tickle community on Discord, because my server, "Mcytickles," actually respects CCs boundaries and is truly an SFW server, and people are respectful towards each other. It's the only safe space I have in this community anymore, so please do not join it if you exhibit any of these things on this post.

No, I will not be coming back, so please do not try to convince me to stay. I’ve been wanting to leave for about a month now, so this isn’t some impulsive decision. I’ve been in the MCYT tickle community since April, and these problems have always existed but have just gotten worse and more extreme, so I’m leaving for my own mental health and to protect myself from further harm than what I’ve already received.

TLDR: I am leaving this blog and the MCYT tickle community on Tumblr due to the many boundary breaking and unacceptable behaviors I've seen be exhibited, and it makes me not feel safe and comfortable to be here anymore.

I want to thank my mutuals, though. You were all awesome and such kind and loving people, and I’m happy to be your guys’ mutual. I want to thank those who were always so nice to me and hyping up my work, and those who were respectful to everyone and advocated for boundaries. Thank you so much for everything, moots <3 (/gen)

[theo006]

Just wacthed Tubbo’s halloween stream. Still trying to recover from this bit (video). And AVRKFBAPVA!! I can just imagine it turning into a tickle fight. Like Tommy starts it tickling Ranboo and it just involves into a tickle fight between the six of them. This is just an idea for the talented artirst out there who maybe have a writer block. If you decide to do this idea, tag me in it!

[theo006]

*deep breath in* OKAY! heare me out. Can someone make a IRL tickle fic of the one and only Beeduo. And this clip, from Tubbo’s stream. Because I got a lot of Lee Tubbo feelings there. And if someone does it, please tag me or something, and I will love you for the rest of my life 😌

[tklpilled]

june second

a/n: so ignoring how this took me a day to write and it’s not even 300 words. the prompt was chats and so i decided to be difficult and do techno’s voices LMAO, so there’s no actual tickling in this. i don’t like this one lol but i have today’s prompt to do too so maybe that’ll make up for it

—

Techno hates these moods.

They feel wrong. He’s not supposed to have them; they’re just so uncharacteristic of him. And they’re flustering, too, which is really the worst part. He’s a strong and feared warrior, he’s not supposed to get flustered.

But alas, here he is.

His voices certainly aren’t helping (although when do they ever?). He really hates them sometimes.

ha lee

L

imagine wanting tickles, couldn’t be me

“Shut up, guys,” he grumbles, hiding his face in his pillow. He knows that won’t help anything, but it feels good to at least be able to hide something.

This is kinda cute, comments one of the voices, and Techno certainly doesn’t expect the warmth that comes rushing to his cheeks.

“I- I’m not cute,” he stammers.

Oh??

is he blushing

Okay yeah this is cute

He groans. “Chat,” he whines, letting out a quiet giggle.

He hopes they don’t notice. They do.

oh my god

That’s adorable

AWWW

lmao lee

Techno covers his ears as an attempt to block out the sounds, but of course it does nothing. This is so unfair.

He can handle the voices. He’s had them for years, they’re nothing new to him, and they were really rather easy to get used to. He likes them, most of the time. They keep him company. But right now, he’d like nothing more than to slay each and every one of them.

Techno is gone crabrave, says one of them, and Techno very nearly laughs again. Maybe he would have if it was about anyone else. Instead, he just curls up more, his knees to his chest and his face still buried in the pillow.

He really does hate these moods.

[tklpilled]

day fifteen

a/n: give it up for day fifteen /ref UH the prompt was stuck, i could have done something with charlie but i’ve had this draft for a while and wanted to do something with it lol

—

Tubbo has a habit of stealing clothes. Really, it’s his friends’ fault for leaving their sweaters just laying around for him to grab. And Tommy and Ranboo are unfairly tall, which means that their clothes are far too big on him and therefore extremely comfortable. You can’t really blame him for snatching their clothes when he gets cold. And he’s cold now, and Ranboo’s hoodie is draped on the back of the couch, so he grabs it and tugs it over his head.

There’s one problem, however.

He’s stuck.

Ranboo’s clothes can be baggy, even for them, which means they’re huge on Tubbo. Somehow he’s managed to get himself tangled in the fabric.

Which is fine! He can fix it. No big deal.

“Tubbo?”

Shit.

“Y- yeah?” he stammers.

Ranboo doesn’t even try to hide the amusement in his tone. “You seem to be in a bit of a predicament.”

“Shut up,” Tubbo grumbles, wiggling around more.

He can hear Ranboo stepping closer. “You want some help?” they ask. Tubbo hesitates, but eventually he nods.

Ranboo hums for a second, and Tubbo’s about to ask if they’re actually going to do anything, when their hands suddenly begin kneading into his sides.

“WHAhahat the fuhuhuck?” Tubbo squeals, doubling over to protect himself, but his arms are still stuck in that dumb hoodie.

Ranboo giggles along with him. “Stop stealing my clothes! Or don’t, you’re in the perfect position for me to tickle you.”

“Ihi’m sohohohorry!” the shorter of the two whines, half-heartedly trying to squirm away from the touch.

“Are you really?” Ranboo slips a hand under the fabric to wiggle his fingers over his husband’s ribs and stomach, making Tubbo yelp and laugh harder.

“Yehehes! Nohow stohohop ihit!”

“Hmmmm.” Ranboo pretends to think about it for a moment, then pulls his hands away. “Fine. I believe you.”

They help Tubbo out of the hoodie, though not without subtly tickling him when they can to hear him squeak.

Once the hoodie is back in Ranboo’s hands, they notice Tubbo looking a bit disappointed. They move to offer the hoodie back, knowing that Tubbo will just steal it anyway, but then he says something.

“Wh- why’d you stop?” he asks quietly. “I didn’t mean it….”

Oh.

Tubbo’s too cute for Ranboo to handle. It’s not fair.

Laughter fills the air once again in a matter of seconds.

[thunder-at-dawn]

June 7th

this one is on the shorter end but i still like how it turned out :)

word count: 773

prompt: tickle games

character: jack manifold

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

“JAHAHACK!! PLEHEHEAHASE, I CAHAHAN’T!!”

“Really? You’re lasting a lot longer than I thought you would!”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP- HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

Tubbo had learned the hard way that purposefully annoying the one and only Jack Mainfold probably wasn’t the best idea. Minutes ago, he thought it would just be some entertainment for him to laugh about. He was indeed laughing. A lot. He was definitely laughing. Just not for the reason he thought he would be.

“You regret messing with me now?” Jack asked the smaller teen, squeezing the bones of his hips.

“YEHEHE- YEHEHEHES!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY, BIHIHIHIG MAHAHAHAN!” Tubbo yelled out, tears starting to prick the corners of his eyes. Jack moved his fingers to a slow stop, and Tubbo let out one final snort, curling in on himself. Jack stood up, lending a hand out to Tubbo and helping him stand up and back on his feet.

“Oh my gohod, Jack! You’re so brutal.” Tubbo wiped a tear from his eye before lightly shoving him in the arm. “And- And Niki! You just sat there and didn’t help me?!”

Niki, who was sitting in the grass nearby, giggled softly. “I saw you annoying Jack, and I wanted to see where it would lead.” She smiled, bringing her attention back to the flower crown that she was weaving.

“Oho, I should go for you next...but not after I take my revenge!” Tubbo grinned evilly, shooting his hands up into Jack’s underarms and scribbling. However, the most he got out of Jack was a small chuckle.

“Nice try, Tubbo. I’m not ticklish.” Jack said proudly, lightly shoving Tubbo off of him.

“Wha- no. There’s no way. Everyone has at least one tickle spot, there’s no way that isn’t true.” Tubbo insisted, thinking for a moment before snapping his fingers. “And I’ll prove it to you! Put your arms up.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m gonna catch you in a lie. Now put your arms up.” He instructed.

“You’re just wasting your time...” Jack sighed, but obeyed, lifting his arms. Tubbo wasted no time, going back to scribbling underneath his arms, but to no avail. He huffed in annoyance, moving around to different spots. Ribs? Nope. Stomach? None. Sides? Nothing. All he got was the shit-eating grin on Jack’s face.

“See? What did I tell you?” Jack smirked.

“What...? Um, w-well, I’m not finished yet!” The ram said, squeezing and kneading at Jack’s hips as much as he could. Niki took notice of the current scene, standing up and walking over.

“Are you trying to make him break?” Niki asked curiously, the sweetest smile on her face.

“Yes, and nothing’s working!” Tubbo said with frustration.

“Nothing’s working!” Jack repeated with pride.

“Hmm...” Niki investigated the current scene, looking at the two boys up and down. “Well, you see Tubbo, something I’ve learned about Jack is that he’s very good at hiding his reactions.”

Both boys’ heads snapped towards Niki. “Really?” Tubbo asked, looking at Jack. “Is that true?”

“It’s not.” Jack insisted, a little bit too quickly.

“Oh, Jack, come on. I know what’ll make you break!” She teased him by lightly poking at his ribs.

“Don’t even try it, Niki.” Jack glared at her.

Niki didn’t listen, kneeling down as Tubbo continued spidering along Jack’s sides. “Ready?” She asked. When Tubbo gave her a nod and Jack gave her another glare, she hovered her hand above his right knee.

“N-Niki. Don’t do it.”

“Hmm? Getting nervous, big man?”

“Nervous? No, I’m not nervoHOHAHA-“ As Niki squeezed at the top of Jack’s knee, he shrieked with laughter. His arms instantly came crashing down, and he was now leaning forward and clutching onto Tubbo, burying his face into his chest. A muffled “NIHIHIHIKIHEHEHE!” made the other two smile.

“All of his walls should be coming down shortly, now go for his sides again!” She instructed. Curious, Tubbo obeyed, digging all fingers into his sides. Jack’s body started to convulse, and Tubbo took the opportunity to lightly tackle him to the ground. Now that it wasn’t muffled, Jack’s laughter was filled with loud and boisterous cackles, which only increased when Niki sat on the bottom half of his legs, squeezing at both kneecaps with both hands.

“GUHUHUHUYS, PLEHEHEAHASE!!” Jack pleaded.

“Please stop? But we just got started!” Tubbo said as he made claw-like motions with his hands before digging into Jack’s stomach. He hugged his arms across his chest, throwing back his head and laughing loudly.

With Tubbo clawing at his stomach, Niki switching between squeezing his kneecaps and skittering her fingers under his knees, and Jack’s stubbornness, all three of them knew that they would be here for a while.

[tklpilled]

day sixteen

a/n: sigh. this one has backstory though because i couldnt figure out how to incorporate the prompt into tickles, the prompt being exploration and tubbo, its. multiple days late but i couldnt just skip the chance to write beeduo <3

—

Tubbo has seen some interesting things on his explorations, but never anything like this.

He likes to venture out a lot, to see what he can find and to get a break from everything that goes on. Being president fucking sucks, it’s stressful, but these outings give him a bit of time to himself.

The last thing he expects to see this time is another person.

He doesn’t realise that there’s anything there at first, until he steps on a twig and suddenly their head shoots up to look for the source of the sound. They meet eyes for a moment; well, Tubbo does, but the creature seems to be trying to look at anything else. Tubbo doesn’t mind. It’s not like he particularly enjoys eye contact either.

They’re clearly not human. Tubbo isn’t sure what gave it away first; their oddly coloured eyes (he knows heterochromia exists, but humans don’t have red eyes, right?), or the thin tail that’s wrapped around their curled up form (he’s never seen a tail that looks like that before), or maybe the fact that one half of their skin is black and the other half white (that’s probably it, actually).

He studies them closely. The dark skin on one side and the way they look away every time Tubbo tries to meet their eyes suggest part Enderman, though he has no clue what the other side could be. It can’t be human, their skin is far paler than any person could achieve, but they look so humanoid minus the tail and horns.

“Hello?” he asks tentatively. The… creature— creature seems like the best description— doesn’t answer, and only gazes up at him warily. “How long have you been here?” Tubbo tries again for a response.

They shrug. Which means they can understand him, at least.

“Can you speak?” A nod. Tubbo thinks for a moment. “Do you want to speak?” They hesitate before shaking their head.

So much for asking questions.

He hasn’t noticed it getting dark, but now he can hardly see the black half of their skin with the way it blends in with the rest of the forest.

“I’m going to go now, okay? It’s starting to get dark,” he explains to the strange hybrid, who looks up at him with wide eyes, still avoiding meeting Tubbo’s own.

He pauses, then pulls a bit of bread out and places it next to the creature, before turning and leaving.

They don’t leave his thoughts the entire way back.

-

If you’d have told Former Tubbo that the person he met in the woods one time would become his husband and that they’ll adopt a kid together, he wouldn’t have believed it. Especially if you told him about the situation that Current Tubbo is now in.

“R- Rahahanbohoo!” he squeals.

“Yehes?” Ranboo responds, and Tubbo can’t tell if it’s mocking or if he’s really just giggling along with him.

Maybe Former Tubbo would believe it, actually. It’s not the strangest thing that’s ever happened.

“Ihit tihihihickles!”

Ranboo chuckles. “That’s what it’s meant to do.”

“Fuhuck off!” Tubbo squirms from side to side, desperate to dislodge Ranboo’s dull claws. His husband traces ever so lightly over the scars on his side, grinning fondly, and Tubbo may complain and protest, but he’d let himself be tickled to tears if it meant he could see that expression again. Probably.

“Sohohomewhehere ehelse!” he pleads, unable to take the gentle touches.

“Okay,” Ranboo says with an even wider smile than before, and Tubbo doesn’t have time to process the mischief that flickers in his eyes before he’s bringing his hands down to squeeze at his thighs.

Tubbo yelps before dissolving into frantic laughter, kicking his legs out uselessly. “NOHO— RahAHANboo, yohou dihihick!”

“You did tell me to go to another spot, to be fair,” Ranboo points out, speaking calmly as if there’s not a flustered and giggly husband beneath him.

He’s starting to doubt again that Former Tubbo would believe him. Even Current Tubbo can hardly believe that Ranboo is so fucking mean to him.

(He doesn’t mind it, he might even enjoy it, but that’s unimportant.)

[thunder-at-dawn]

June 1st

HI I KNOW JUNE 1ST WAS YESTERDAY IN MY TIMEZONE BUT...THIS TOOK LONGER TO WRITE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD SORRY ANYWAY HELLO I AM PARTAKING IN THIS EVENT.

Word Count: 978

Prompt: Soft Things

Character: Karl Jacobs

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

“This is so soft...where did you get it?”

Sapnap looked at his husband, grinning softly. “Oh, I just found it in the closet.” He nodded.

The two of them had the whole night to themselves. It was starting to become more of a common occurrence, with Quackity starting to fade out, more and more out of the blue. The two of them had missed their other partner, but didn’t necessarily mind having the extra time alone.

Karl and Sapnap had found themselves making lots of new memories recently. Just the other day, Karl had found a newborn poppy in the dirt as the two of them were going on a walk, and Sapnap couldn’t help but smile as the time traveler relished in it’s beauty. Another time, Karl asked his dear husband to teach him about combat, wanting to learn more in case he ever had to defend himself. Despite every small scratch and bruise, Sapnap would always make sure to care for him, and patch him up if needed.

And tonight, the two of them were snuggled up next to each other on the couch, watching a movie. It was some sort of science fiction film, and Sapnap had quickly picked up that it was one with quite a hard plot to follow. There were weird mechanics with time travel, an uncanny amount of plot holes, and he had gotten lost within the first twenty minutes. However, Karl was enjoying it, and that was what mattered in his eyes.

Karl had always been a touchy, affectionate person, while Sapnap was more distant, and Quackity was the perfect middle ground. However, as Sapnap had spent more time with the two, he found himself warming up to them and their touchy behavior, often leaning into their hugs and head pats and back rubs. A perfect example was right now. The two of them were snuggled up under a large, soft, purple blanket that had been found in the closet, with Karl leaning his head into the nook of his husband’s neck.

“This blanket is so soft...” Karl murmured, readjusting his position underneath it, snuggling up closer to Sapnap, who simply smiled and stretched his arm around him to pull him closer.

“I know, you’ve only said so eight or nine times.” He rolled his eyes with a grin.

“But it’s truuuueeee...” Karl whined. “It’s so...” He paused to take a moment and yawn. “It’s so sooooft...and warm...”

Noticing the other yawn, a question arose to Sapnap’s mind. What time even was it? He looked over at the clock on the wall, shocked to see the time. “Holy shit, it’s nearly two in the morning...” He mumbled to himself, before turning his attention back to Karl. “You getting tired, darling?”

“Noooo...I gotta see how...” Karl yawned once again. “See how the movie ends...”

“Awww, c’mere.” Sapnap said quietly, pulling Karl closer towards him and resting a hand on his neck. “We don’t have to finish the movie, you know. We can finish it tomorrow.” Karl shook his head and he simply smiled, starting to move his resting fingers in circular motions. What he didn’t expect to hear was Karl softly giggling and leaning further into the crook of Sapnap’s neck.

“Karl?” He asked, continuing to lightly flutter his fingers around the side of his neck. Karl, still leaning his head into the other’s neck, giggled more as he squirmed around. “Sahahapnahaaaap!” He said quietly through soft giggling.

Oh. So that’s what was going on. Sapnap caught on quickly, fluttering his fingers around some more before moving back to soft traces. A full smile was now on Karl’s face, happily accepting the soft touches that his lover gave him. Sapnap was now grinning more too, this encounter putting him in a little bit mischievous mood. As he leaned into the touches, Karl failed to notice Sapnap’s other hand sneaking under the blanket, but was definitely aware of it when he suddenly felt fingers softly scratching right where his side and stomach met. He flinched and let out a yelp, quickly falling back into more giggles.

“NoHOhoho, sahapnahaHAp!” He squirmed around, sinking down and leaning his head into the other’s chest as he laughed softly.

“Ticklish, Karl?” The other raised an eyebrow upwards, a small smirk gracing his face. When Karl shook his head, he chuckled, continuing the touches with both hands. “Aww, adorable.” He mumbled softly. When Karl heard that word, he blushed and quickly hid part of his face in his hoodie, and sunk underneath the blanket partially.

“What’s so funny, Karl? I’m barely touching you.” Sapnap grinned.

“Nohohohooooo, yohou knohow why I’m lahauhughihing!” Karl retaliated, his voice muffled from hiding it under layers of soft fabrics. Eventually, Sapnap slowed his hands down to a stop, planting a light kiss onto Karl’s forehead and holding him in his arms.

“You’re meeeeeaan...” Karl said, still giggling a bit as he yawned once again.

Sapnap yawned along with him, leaning his head into Karl’s. “You love it.” He teased, growing amused when he saw Karl growing red. He lazily grabbed the remote, turning the television volume down, ruffling the other’s hair. He could tell he was starting to fade fast, but Karl was fading faster.

“Goodnight, darling.” He said quietly as Karl fell asleep in his arms. Sapnap pulled the soft blanket over the two of them, it was starting to fall off of the couch after the light roughhousing between the two of them. He patted it down, making sure that both he Karl were covered by it as much as they could. Surely, it would take a while for him to fall asleep, but he had nothing to do, other than feel the warmth of both the blanket and his husband.

Little did Sapnap know, he wouldn’t stay awake long enough to see his other lover walk through the door.

[thunder-at-dawn]

June 4th

finally finished this!! the character for the day was Foolish so of course I’m making this eternal duo. bold of you to assume that I wouldn’t

word count: 1,554

prompt: hiding spots

character: foolish gamers

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

Well. This sucked.

Maybe going adventuring without armor wasn’t a good idea.

Ever since the red banquet, Foolish would do anything to avoid even thinking about it. He would build. He would talk. He would dance. He would eat. He would build some more. He would do anything he could go get it off of his head.

One day, he had gone exploring, to a further point beyond where he was familiar with. The totem god found himself in a place full of mountains, and he had started to climb. To distract himself from any negative thoughts. Foolish climbed as high as he could, smiling happily as he was able to get a good view over the land. However, at one point, he lost his footing and fell.

He didn’t fall super far, but it was enough to temporarily wound him. Foolish fell on his side, landing at an awkward angle. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head before continuing to go on his adventure.

Fast forward, about a day later. Foolish sighed in disappointment when he lifted up the fabrics of his clothes to notice a bruise on his side from the fall. He knew it would be gone quickly, but it was still annoying to deal with. He pressed down on it lightly, flinching at his own touch. It didn’t exactly hurt like he thought it would, but it was still a little fragile, apparently.

He decided that today was probably a good day to rest. He was always building and doing things all the time, it would be nice to take a break. Digging through his chests, Foolish grabbed a bag of cold ice, a shiver going down his spine as he grabbed it and placed it where the bruise was.

“That should hopefully help a bit...” He mumbled to himself. It was a nice, warm day in the desert. Foolish headed to the open floor in the middle of his summer home, lying down on the ground, the bag of ice resting on his side. He watched as the clouds in the sky passed through the desert, and felt the warm sun on his face.

This was quite relaxing, Foolish thought to himself. If he didn’t have a freezing cold ice pack on his side, he could probably fall asleep right now, honestly. He gently closed his eyes, resting peacefully, feeling the sun beating down and giving him warmth. When Foolish opened his eyes, he was met with someone’s head watching over him, upside down. Startled, he let out a yell and attempted to sit up, accidentally clashing heads with the newcomer.

“AH- shit!” She hissed, rubbing her head. Foolish sat up fully, and was now able to recognize who it was.

“Eret! I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” Foolish asked, sitting up completely now.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” She winced, rubbing at her head more.

Foolish was...a bit conflicted right now. As much as he enjoyed Eret, there was a small problem.

Ever since the Red Banquet, he had noticed that Eret seemed to get a bit more...protective. Caring. Motherly. Touchy. Which wasn’t bad, of course. It was a completely reasonable reaction after all that had happened. However, because of this, she was bound to question the ice pack on his side, and Foolish was well aware of how...sensitive that spot could be when touched. He knew Eret would want to investigate if she noticed it.

“What’s with the bag of ice?”

Ah, shit.

“Oh, uh-“ Foolish looked towards the ice bag that was now on the ground, slipping off of him from when he had sat up. “I was just- it’s really hot today, y’know? So I was just...putting this on me. To help cool down.”

“On...on your side?” Eret raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t your forehead be better?”

“Um...maybe. But, uh...preferences. Y’know?” He said, trying to hopefully get the other to drop it.

“...No, Foolish. I don’t know.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Here, lay down.” Foolish obeyed, lying back down on the ground of his temple. Eret grabbed the ice pack and placed it on top of Foolish’s forehead, a soft, quiet laugh accompanying her as he shivered at the touch. Eret mumbled out something about the weather before taking off her coat, placing it beneath Foolish’s head so he didn’t have to rest his head on the hard floor.

“Man, this thing is cold.” Foolish muttered, a shiver going down his spine.

“Well, duh. It’s an ice pack. You should know that it’s cold from having it on your side of all places.” Eret grinned at Foolish’s...well, foolishness. “Say, did you go exploring the other day, by any chance?”

Foolish sat up in surprise, holding the ice pack to his head. “What? Yeah! How did you know?!” He asked.

“Ponk told me that he saw you heading north the other day, but didn’t know where you were going. I just made a guess.” The queen shrugged, laughing softly. “Did you find anything interesting?”

“Other than some cool views, not really.” The totem sighed. “I had to climb a little bit to see them, though. I wasn’t really looking for anything in particular, I just wanted to see if there was more out there.”

When her old friend mentioned climbing, the wheels started to turn in Eret’s head, and she started to think of an idea. “Climbing, you say?” She asked slyly. “Is there any chance you may have...hurt yourself, while doing so?”

“Nope!” Foolish was quick to answer, concealing the truth. “...I am a very skilled climber who definitely did not hurt himself. Why do you want to know?”

“Hmm...” She investigated Foolish up and down, taking note of his facial expression and body language. “Are you sure? Because I’m not sure if that’s the case.”

“W-What? No. Eret, what reason would I have to liHIHIE-“ Foolish was cut off by a sudden squeak of surprise coming out of his mouth when he felt a squeeze at his knee. “EHERET! Whahat ahahare yohohou doHOhoing?!”

“Just giving you a checkup! I want to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself at all while climbing.” Eret smirked, clinging onto Foolish’s knee and continuing to squeeze. She repeated the process with his other knee, watching as the other started to dissolve into a giggly mess.

“Eheherehehet! I prohohomihise, thihis ihisn’t nehecehesSAHARY!” Foolish retreated back to the ground on instinct, laying down and squirming around as Eret dug in between his ribs. He dropped the ice pack, and it fell to the ground as he laughed.

“Foolish, I’m just trying to help! You could’ve broken a bone while climbing, and I’m making sure that nothing is broken!” A playful smile graced Eret’s face as she poked and prodded, vibrating her fingers in between each and every rib.

“Ihi’m fihihine, Eheherehet!” He giggled, lightly batting at the other’s hands.

“You don’t know that!” She said, continuing her playful attack. When she moved her hands down towards Foolish’s torso, he took notice, and quickly put both hands over his side to protect the bruised spot.

Eret blinked in surprise, pausing the movements of her hands. “...Foolish.”

“Eret.” He mimicked the other.

“Foolish...is this is bad spot?” She smirked, hovering her hands over where Foolish held his.

“Nohoho...” Foolish lied, giggling in anticipation.

“You sure?” Eret raised an eyebrow. Before Foolish could answer, she dug a hand into his other, unprotected side. He let out a shriek in response, drawing his hands away to continue to bat at Eret’s. She only used this as an opportunity to squeeze at Foolish’s other side.

“WAHAHAHAIHIHIT- EHEHEHEREHEHET!” The totem cackled, throwing his head back and squirming around in an attempt to escape the touches.

“I’m just trying to help out! Stop rejecting my help, dude! That’s such a rude thing to do, I’m just trying to be a good friend!” Eret giggled herself upon seeing Foolish’s reaction.

“IHI’M NOHOT HUHURT, IHI’M FIHIHIHINE!!” Foolish yelled out, his laughter starting to turn high-pitched and squeaky. Eret continued for a little longer before drawing her hands away, leaving her friend to curl in on himself and giggle. The fabric of his clothing had ridden up in the struggle, and Eret was quick to notice what Foolish was so desperate to hide.

“...So, you did hurt yourself.” She said out loud.

“...Yeheah, I dihid.” Foolish finally admitted through his giggles. “Ihit doehesn’t huhurt thohough, I feel just fiHIHINE!” He squeaked when Eret started to trace a finger on his bare skin.

“It doesn’t look that bad, it should probably heal in a day or two.” She acknowledged, laughing a bit to herself at Foolish’s giggling before a lightbulb went off in her head. “Oh my goodness, wait. Did you not tell me you bruised yourself because you were worried that someone would touch it?”

A small light pink hue appeared on Foolish face as he realized that his friend’s guess was spot on. “...Mayhaybe.”

“Oh my god.” Eret laughed, continuing the tracing over his bruise. “This doesn’t hurt at all, right?” She asked, smiling when Foolish shook his head. “Alright, good. Because I don’t appreciate when I’m lied to, Foolish. And apparently, I need to get that point across.”

Foolish looked up at his friend, confused. However, all suddenly came crystal clear, and his high-pitched, squeaky laughter rang throughout the desert.

[amitlee]

Caring Cuddles

June 1st

This is my first post in response to this post! I will be writing some days, probably not all, but am glad to be participating!

Summary: Karl has a nightmare and goes to a friend for comfort.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic!

Entirely platonic!

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Slivers of moonlight shone through the curtains of Karl’s room. He sat up in his bed with his knees to his chin and a racing heart. Memories of the nightmare he’d just awoken from flashed through his head on loop. Karl had never been one to have trouble sleeping, but everyone has their off days and this seemed to be his. Accepting that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep by himself, he stood from the bed and began walking down the hall to the guest room in which Sapnap would be staying for the extent of his visit. He looked at the closed door and took a breath before opening it, wincing at the slight creak it made.

It was very, very dark in the room, so he took small steps with his arms extended in front of him. “Sap?” He whispered, expecting his friend to be asleep. He was surprised when a face illuminated by the light of a phone popped out from underneath a pile of blankets on the bed.

Recognizing the groggy and weak voice of his friend, Sapnap sat up in bed and turned on the flashlight on his phone so Karl could see. “Karl? What’s up?”

Karl sat on the end of the bed once he’d reached it, he felt awkward even though the two had been in more uncomfortable situations than this. Sapnap’s face turned to one of confusion when the boy simply sat with no response.

“Karl? What’s up man, you alright?” He scooted closer to his friend and rested a hand on his shoulder. He smiled when Karl leaned into the touch and moved to wrap his arm around him instead.

“I-I’m okay, just a bad dream s’all”

Sapnap could tell he was tired from his slurred speech and assumed Karl needed something to come in search of him at such a late time. He was proven correct by Karl continuing to speak.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a little?” Karl said shyly, pulling away from the half-hug.

Sapnap smiled and pulled back the covers so they could both lay down before turning off the flashlight once they were both settled.

“Are you okay?” Sapnap asked.

Karl turned towards him and nodded, “I’m alright, just a little shaken up.”

Sapnap nodded in return, not that either of them could see. He paused for a minute before offering, “I‘m glad to listen if you want to talk about it, the dream or anything else. Or if you don’t want to talk, we can think of another way to distract you, or we can just go to sleep. Whatever you want to do, it’s all up to you.” He spoke reassuringly.

“I don’t really want to talk about it, is there something else we can do?” Karl asked, he was severely tempted to make jokes about the situation but decided against it.

Sapnap turned to face Karl before speaking, “I have an idea. To start, turn away from me. I’ll do the rest and then you can get comfortable.”

Karl did as he was asked, turning his back to his friend. He couldn’t help but smile when he felt arms wrap around his middle and Sapnap wrapping him in a backwards hug.

“This okay?” Sapnap asked genuinely, wanting to make sure Karl was comfortable before continuing.

Karl was a very touchy person and didn’t mind this in the least. “Yeah, this is good, this is good.” However, he was unsure how to react when he felt the hand closest to his upturned side lightly rest it’s fingers on his stomach.

Sapnap nodded again, this time able to be felt. “Let me know if you want me to stop, okay?” He began softly skittering his fingers on Karl’s stomach. He knew Karl didn’t mind being tickled and figured some platonic love was just what he needed to feel better.

Sapnap smiled when he heard the first of Karl’s giggles. They were softer than normal, much quieter and having a drowsy twinge to them. In short, they were very adorable. Karl also didn’t struggle, apart from the instinctive squirming, but seemed to relax into the touches.

“There we go, just relax. You’re doing so well, close your eyes for me.” Sapnap said.

Karl did have his eyes closed. He was actually very close to falling asleep right then and there. The only thing keeping him awake was the sensations running across his nervous system, which he didn’t want to end just yet.

“Sahahap, it tihihihi- it tihihickles.”

Sapnap’s smile widened at the man’s cute responses. “Shhh shhh, I know.” He lighted his touch so he was softly trailing his fingers across the area instead. “Better?”

Karl hummed in agreement. His giggles had died down and were now occasional titters or light puffs or air as his body fully melted.

After a few more moments, Karl had become mostly silent. Sapnap let his own eyes close and gently leaned his head on Karl’s back. He stopped the gentle tickling and replaced it with rubbing his stomach, still being gentle but ensuring Karl wouldn’t accidentally wake up.

“Sleep well buddy.” Sapnap softly spoke, getting another hum.

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Ok, this is epic.

I have no recollection of writing this I’m so serious.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this month full of content from all of this community’s wonderful creators!!💕