#tickle bugs

[the5thsmilingfriend]

The tickle forest got me in surprise man

Ler scorpion wooly twirlers and the lion snake belongs to @fluffomatic

It was on top of earth day so

Don't jugde me pls

[ticklishraspberries]

hi hello i hope this isn't weird but what do you love about The Great? I finally have hulu and im about to start watching it because of you fr like i dont go there but I WANNA GO THERE // @tickle-bugs

omg hi i love this question!! i'm gonna tell you my favorite and my least favorite aspects so u can make a genuinely informed decision lol!! i believe this is all vague enough to not give anything away but give you a genuine review of the show to help you decide to watch it!! i would LOVE if you watched it, i think if you wrote a fic for this in your gorgeous style, i would DIE bc...i just know you'd KILL IT but also 0 pressure, seriously.

my favorite things about the great are:

the characters are all incredibly well-written, well-rounded, and well-acted - especially elle fanning's portrayal of catherine

the humor is sort of dirty/low-hanging fruit but it genuinely always makes me laugh, every episode, someone will say/do something so absurd or hilarious that it cracks me up

the dynamics between all the characters are fascinating - it takes place in a country/time period where class/status, gender, etc. all are so important to your place in society, and yet, characters often have unlikely imbalances of power and different dynamics that you might not expect

the romance is so compelling, just about every romantic relationship has so many layers to it and plays into many different tropes: you have the doomed-by-the-narrative lovers, the childhood besties to star-crossed lovers, the enemies AND lovers simultaneously...just the romance and the sexual scenes are all so compelling and well-done, they clearly had a great intimacy coordinator on this or smth bc damn

THE COSTUMES ARE SO FUCKING STUNNING, like the costumes are indescribably beautiful and actually breath-taking. the dresses that all the main women wear are like actually perfect, i want to steal them all. elle fanning is so beautiful and they manage to make her look even more amazing, like her hair/makeup/outfits are just incredible, but everyone looks so good.

this show doesn't use "it was a different time period" to justify any lack of diversity - there are characters of all different races, multiple canonically queer characters, women are badass and well-written/represented, and while it does address issues like aspects of discrimination in russia during that time period, there is very little actual racism/homophobia in the show, like the characters who are black or queer do not suffer.

my least favorite things about the great are:

the historical inaccuracy is self-proclaimed, but gets a bit silly at times - catherine the great was so fascinating and well-documented in history, but they really just took a concept and ran with it without even trying to get anything right? there are little things like, the number/gender of siblings catherine had, but then the huge differences like how catherine rose to power and became empress. it makes a compelling story, but if you're a history buff, it can be frustrating!!

on that topic, it does gloss over a lot of the good that catherine the great did in real life as it gets caught up in the drama/comedy/romance of the show and forgets to show her as the genuinely accomplished woman she was.

this is a big one: it got cancelled. i haven't finished s3 yet, but i'm a few episodes in and i'm not confident that it is going to end on a fully satisfying note. if a show being cancelled is a turn-off for you, this one did just end and i'm still not sure if the ending is anti-climactic or not, lol.

lastly, this doesn't personally bother me, but it is extremely inappropiate. there is a lot of violence (not too much gore, everything is either very obviously fake, or not explicit), nudity/sex, and totally vulgar language. there is a lot of infidelity, implied/mentioned SA but no scenes that are violent or explicit, overuse of the word "cunt", etc. so just proceed with caution and consider looking up content warnings if you're wary!!

[misterradio]

I don't think this page's online shopping function works which is a bit sad..... BUT... THAT'S RIGHT... they have a whole other website where you can read all about them and buy their book on Amazon (barf...) ::-) and it looks strangely like the old neopets homepage

I love that they include letters and fanarts from children, it's so sweet... <3 Mariah wrote to Sparky when she was 10 and by now she's like 34. Mariah if you're out there your handwriting is great.

you better behave your self!!!!!!

also it doesnt work anymore but you can vote for your favorite tickle bug on their original official webpage

important you understand that I actually think Rosco is the best one but I vote yes on Jazz because how the fuck can't you. I mean come on. This is Jazz we're talking about!

hell yeah

[featherwingbrushes]

Hi Hii! I see you have requests open, and I wanted to make a request for a fic! :)

Murder trio try to go hunting only to get outsmarted and fall into a giggle bug (fluffy version of the robo bugs) nest and get the daylights tickled out of em

or smth with tickle critters.

Very tired from being a writer most of the time (and thanks to school), just need a lil break from it yk?

Thanks and have a nice day! :)

Comin’ right up! Sorry it took a bit, school and all as well 😮‍💨

Anyway straight onto the fic! I always loved ur fics and u were probably my biggest inspiration to start writing for the fandom :3

Infamous giggle bug time >:D

I used some script from ur Uzi fic tho when the message pops up from the bug so it’s more accurate

Mission Derailed by the Cleaner Crew

A trio fic abt the Disassembly Drones squad! Decided that this is after the events of the season so they’re on slightly better terms and N isn’t being as abused

Lee!J, Lee!V, Lee!N & Ler!GiggleBugs

Onto the story!

“Keep up, you slowpokes. We don’t have all night, and at this rate the sun will be up by the time you both crawl out of your stupid hole of a bunker.”

“Oh shut up, J. You’re not our squad leader anymore. Haven’t you learned by now that your authority means zilch?” V scoffed in response, brushing past the silver pigtailed-drone with an agitated flick of her wire tail. “And you’re not much better than N and I, just clinging to the busted-up space ship instead of taking shelter with us.”

J just gave her an offended glare, but rolled her digital eyes and decided to keep walking, managing to be a step in front of V again.

The trio was out on a mission, and J had finally rejoined V and N after a tense period of months being isolated in the ship within the corpse spire. Rather reluctantly, she might add, although the tiniest part of her maybe felt an old sense of normalcy and contentment with just the three of them as a squad again. Out like they used to be, with rather similar bickering. Just not as heavy topics to reference unlike the present.

“Wait— Wait guys, wait up!” N blurted out, scrambling to catch up after her had taken a bit too long chatting and saying goodbye to Uzi.

He quickly fell in step with the other two, though J insistently tried to keep ahead. “Well I prefer not to fully exist alongside the barely sentient toasters you call ‘friends’ instead of JUST food, which is what they should be.”

“Y’know, if you ever actually tried to get to know one of those ‘toasters’, you’d see they’re not that different from us. Well, maybe just different from you, since not all of them are such prejudiced, corporate-brainwashed asshats.”

“Hey, I object to that statement! I stopped following Cyn, thank you very much. I just know the difference in quality between myself and… others.”

“Oh, are you fucking implying—”

“OHO—KAY, guys, calm down, we’re not here to rip each other’s throats out.” N swiftly intervened, moving to stand between the two with a nervous smile, glancing at the both of them.

V just rolled her eyes and turned her head away, whereas J shot him an even sharper glare. He shrunk away from it on instinct, but took a breath and straightened a little back up, trying to remember what Uzi had told him. Right. Don’t just bend over backwards for J. She’s… scary, but she’s not the same anymore. She’ll bark, but won’t bite… as hard.

V gave him a slight look of pride for silently holding his own against J, although she’d never admit to it. Can’t give him too much credit so easily.

J just scoffed wordlessly and pushed the pilot aside, reinserting herself between him and V out of sheer stubbornness. She didn’t like giving up her leading position, as thin of strings as she could grasp in her situation.

N took that as his cue to just keep going, smile back on his face as he successfully got past another tense interaction with J. “Okie-dokie then. Now remember, we’re on two missions tonight. One is just to scout for any remains of the Solver. The other is just… hunting, at J’s insistence.”

“That’s what we’re meant to DO, you dolt. Of course I insist we hunt.” J huffed, earning another nasty look from V.

“ANYWAY. J, you get this incredibly rare chance to take us on a hunt, but don’t expect it to be common. Uzi let us go because we don’t have enough donors right now and we’re far enough away so that we don’t hunt down anyone from her Colony. Just stragglers.” V reaffirmed N’s statements, being more specific to dissuade her old squad mate from forming a belief that this would be a normal thing again.

J didn’t bother to stifle a hiss at that, her tail giving an angry lash. “Oh Uzi said this, Uzi said that— I don’t care what that angst-filled microwave has to say. I’m only going along with this whole weird new life of yours because there’s nothing better to do without a corporate overshadowing our duties.”

“Well you better start caring. That drone is the bane of my existence but she’s our admin now, and by extension, your admin.” V retorted, reaching over to harshly jab at one of the five nanite-filled LED lights in J’s headband, causing the other drone to let out a sharper agitated hiss.

V wouldn’t really verbally admit that she listened to Uzi somewhat because she viewed her as a friend, just as N did, but that was for another time. This was just for the sake of snapping back at J.

“Agh. Only on paper.”

“Well, not on paper, more like—”

“Okay, not again.” N sighed, deciding to not loudly interject in this developing argument this time. Might as well let them air it all out for now.

The three kept walking, figuring it wasn’t an immediate concern to hunt down anything yet, so they went on foot. They traversed far enough away from the bunker to be sure there was no accidental consumption of a known Worker from the Colony, as per Uzi’s begrudging request.

Right now the trio was trekking through a ruined city, debris and rubble scattered everywhere from the initial invasion of Copper-9 by the Disassembly Drones and Solver itself. The buildings were corroded and crumbling, car wrecks littered along the roads, frozen skeletons were dotted here and there. But at least the stars were twinkling above despite the dystopian environment.

There was just a little bit of breeze, the occasional little creak of a settling ruin and such breaking the soundless atmosphere, but otherwise it was silent.

Well, besides the continued heated yapping between V and J, that is. Which N was subjected to during the entire trip. Not that he was much of a complainer, happy to be “doing anything”, but even he would rather not listen to the hostile words being catapulted back at one another.

He absently kicked a little pile of rubble as they continued trudging along, hands in his coat pockets as he heaved a small weary sigh. He’d forgotten how often the two female drones clashed even back when they hunted together, as rare as it was for them to go as a trio all at once. But it seemed worse now.

Looking for a potential target, or really just anything to distract him, his gaze wandered around the devastated city. Completely dirty and strewn with the wreckage, never to be— Oh. His thoughts were interrupted.

“What was that?” He piped up, not too loud, but enough to accidentally draw J and V’s attention.

“What was what, moron-bot?”

“What is it, idiot?”

Not even picking up on the usual insults from the both of them, N listened for another scurrying sound before he simply pointed to something he spotted a few feet away. “That.”

It was a little mechanical cricket-roach, only a few inches tall and wide, sitting atop a ruined car. A surprisingly clean car, the metal practically buffed to perfection to boot. Odd. The rest of the cars in the vicinity were the same, apparently. They hadn’t noticed that when they first arrived.

The critter was a little keybug of sorts, with a few modifications. The most prominent thing about it was that it was glowing a striking pink, instead of the usual orangey-red or green like StringBean (Hehe reference :3).

The trio drew a little closer out of curiosity, though J and V were more wary of the little bug than N, who took a few steps closer.

The bug’s little pink lights flashed every so often, maybe a glitch, perhaps? The oddest thing about it was it had fluffy pink… fur? More specifically, little pink puff balls as the ends of their antennae, and little puffs on their front-most appendages as well. Pink buffer pads? He also had stumpy little legs rather than sharp angular ones.

“Aw, look at him! He’s such a cute little guy. Like a lil cheerleader!” N beamed at the critter, reaching out to wave a finger at it, wanting to play with the creature before J and V inevitably tried to squash the innocent thing or something.

“Yeah, pompoms and pink seems to be a thing among cheerleaders too.” V side-eyed the bug warily as she now stood beside N, though briefly thinking back to Lizzy at the mention.

J, on the other hand, was more actively scrutinizing the tiny pink-lit roach, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t like how it was just… sitting there. Flashing lights. Almost like it was… trying to draw them in. “…N, V. Get back over here. I don’t like this thing. It’s untrustworthy.”

“Oh it’s probably, fine, J. Now you’re worried about a bug, of all things? It’s just a little pink pest. Ooooh, so scary~!” V half-taunted in return, slight smirk gracing her lips with the last part before turning her attention back to the bug.

“Relax, J. He’s just a silly little cheerleader. Probably was a pet or something before the whole takeover thing. C’mere lil’ guy!” N cast J a smile before looking back to the mechanical roach, gently scooping it up in his hands from the car’s shiny clean surface.

It slowly crawled around the palm of his hand for a moment, antennae twitching with whatever it was perceiving.

“Awh, I don’t have any hex nuts for ya, buddy. Sorry.” The pilot smiled apologetically to the curious bug, figuring it was just peckish and searching for something to consume.

Then the bug stilled for a moment, pupil-less neon pink eyes seemingly flitting over the three drones in the vicinity before suddenly emitting loud squeaks, nearly piercing the air itself from the abruptness. The trio yelped and N nearly dropped the robotic insect, J and V instantly deploying their guns aimed at the tiny creature out of defensive habit after jumping back. They exchanged glances, both somewhat embarrassed over the slight overreaction, now playing it off with the same casual expressions as they avoided each others’ gaze, retracting weapons.

N meanwhile was trying to gently hush the bug, apologizing to it as best as he could. “H-Hey, hey, I’m sorry little buddy, I just don’t have any hex nuts! I’m sure you can just scavenge for food, yeah? Yeah.” And he set it back down on the hood of the car, expecting it to just scurry off into the crumbling buildings.

But the squeaks grow sharper, louder, more frantic. The call rang out across the dystopianly ruined city, reverberating against the buildings, practically turning the city street into a resounding echo chamber.

“Why won’t that thing shut up?? N, what did you do to it??”

“I— I didn’t do anything, V! I promise! I just don’t have food to give it!”

“You mentioned food to it in the first place?? WHY??”

“Well why not? Can they understand us?? I thought only Uzi’s keybug could do that!”

“Well I don’t know, but it sure as hell seems—”

“HEY. You two idiots pay attention! Look!” J cut V off, smacking V’s tail with her own wire as she motioned to the building crumbling behind the clean car. A few more blinking pink lights had appeared, the number slowly growing, pairs and pairs flashing into existence within the shadows.

All three drones tensed up, ready to bolt the moment anything jumped out at them.

And sure enough, something did.

A horde of the neon-lit fluffy roaches sprung out from the debris, scurrying at lightning speed towards the drones. The three immediately deployed their wings and tried to launch off, but were already swarmed by the bugs by the time their blades were spread. The three only lasted a few seconds before topping over, dropping to the ground and covered in those little bugs.

“What— WHAT’S GOING ON?? V?? J??”

“FUCK, I THINK THAT BUGGER WAS BAIT!”

“OH I TOLD YOU SO, YOU— AH!”

J was cut off, biting down on her lip on instinct when she felt the little roaches skitter within her uniform dress, underneath the fabric and roaming along the bare metal. Against her will, she found giggles bubbling up in her throat, and they were the first to escape out of the three. She couldn’t help it, not when they began scurrying around her stomach. “STAHAHAP IHIHIT THIHIS IHIHINSTAHAHNT!”

V and N were shocked to hear the surprisingly prominent giggles of their stoic ex-squad leader teammate, but didn’t have much time to process before overcome with the mechanical pests themselves.

V felt them skittering all over her exposed torso, definitely not helped by the fact that her standard regulation D.D. jacket was cropped. Crawling quickly up and down her sides, their little pitter-pattering on her ribs, she was reduced to a fit of giggles alongside J in a matter of seconds. “G-Get— Gehehet OHOHOFF mehehee yohou— y-yohohou pehehests!!”

“PLEHEHEHEASE?? We— W-We’ll leheheave yohohohou ahahall alohohohone!” N wasn’t faring much better, with the little bugs crawling all over him as well. They slipped under his coat no-problem, skittering their repeated paths up and down his sides as well, over his stomach. Even down to his shoe-like feet.

They were all being swarmed, no signs of stopping. This went on for at least another minute, with the Disassembly Drones wriggling around on the snowy asbestos-powdered ground, covered with the pink-puffed bugs from head to toe. Their insults (V and J) and pleas falling on deaf, nonexistent ears.

Then all the sudden, everything stopped, and the drones quickly fell silent beyond panting for artificial breath. The three of them exchanged glances, J and V more embarrassed over their reactions than their resident golden retriever. Then they peered down at the bugs just resting on top of them.

“Wh-What— What wahas that? Why— Why’d they do that??” N piped up, a little breathless as he stared down at a few of the bugs.

“I— I don’t know. I’ve never seen these stupid fluff balls before.” V hissed at the little roaches, but they didn’t budge off her even when she raised a hand to lightly smack at them.

J sighed, shakily propping herself up. “I think I’ve heard of— of these things. They’re like cleaner bots. We had them around the Manor occasionally. Sometimes drones were sent to them if they were too dirty to the Elliots’ liking. I thought they were wiped out.”

“Cleaner bots? Giggle bugs is more like it.” N chuckled a little nervously, gaze flickering back down to the pink-lit insects. “They tickle really bad.”

”Yeah, unfortunate side effect.” She mumbled, a slight cringe to her expression. She hated these things.

One of the bugs skittered a little closer, on top of N’s chest. The movement drew the three’s attention, gazes cautious.

“Scanning complete, 35%, 45%, and 60% of Disassembly Drone metal has dulled! Initiating buffing sequence in 5 seconds!" 

“Do not worry! This will not hurt one bit! :]”

”J. J, what the fuck does that mean.”

“J, can you tell us— HEHEHEHEEHEY!!”

N’s questioning was cut off by a loud peal of laughter, dissolving into bubbly giggles again as the little critters suddenly sprung to life once more, this time using their little pink buffer pads to brush them all over any bit of metal they could get their pompoms on.

V and J erupted into cackles again as well, the little puffs buffing every spot in their reach. Be it underneath their uniforms, their harder to reach little points like the crooks of their necks and the small hollows of their underarms, to the blades of their wings— which J was especially losing it from, trying her best to fling off the mischievous giggle bugs. Shooting them proved useless, since they were on her and she shouldn’t even bother trying.

So the trio laid there in hysterics, laughter and profanity and pleas ringing out in the city instead of those squeaky calls. Not a single drone would arrive to save them, not after they traveled so far from the Colony. So this wore on for a good few minutes.

Fifteen or so minutes later, the fluffy buffers finally ceased, scattering off the worn-out Disassembly Drones and leaving them there in an exhausted giggly heap.

V was the first to recover enough to shakily prop herself up with an arm behind her, other arm weakly clutching at her waist, trying to rub away the lingering tingles from the pink fluffy pompoms.

“Sequence completed! Drones restored to premium condition. :]”

Alittle pop-up read from the closest cleaner.

V was quick to switch out her hand for a gun, firing a warning shot near the little critter, the loud boom startling the entire horde, sending them scrambling off to where they came form. Probably some nest in the area.

Then she flopped back down beside the others, taking an extra minute to breathe. A few minutes later the silence was broken, and the trio got up from the snowy street.

“Ugh… We’re never going near this area again.”

“For once, I’ll agree with you.” J sighed, tiredly dusting herself off. Not that there was any dust, which the three soon realized.

“Hey! Look, we’re all shiny!” N gleefully pointed out, gesturing to the way his white metal gleamed, just as the others did. “Guess those cleaners work well! As uh, tickly as they are.”

“Yeah, but not worth that torture.” V just scoffed, beginning to walk away. “Let’s get out of here. We can hunt somewhere else or check if there’s enough donors back at the bunker now.”

“I’m so done with this wasteland of a planet. And we are NEVER speaking of this again.” J grumbled under her breath, but begrudgingly fell in step beside V.

“Well it wasn’t THAT bad.” N quickly followed, but not before a quick glance back over at that shiny car, where the little giggle bug had stationed itself again.

It gave a little wave with its pompom, and he gave it a small smile and wave back.

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Ok so that was it! Tell me if yall liked it! I hope u enjoyed it Floof :3

finished in school lol

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[silly-feeling]

A little more about Peet:

Name: Peet

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~120 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Peet is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He’s very short at about 3 and a half feet tall, though the sheer volume of his poofy hair makes him look a little taller. He has four arms and two feathery antennae on his head.

Personality: Chatty and affable, with a tendency to put his foot in his mouth and say a little too much. He considers himself to be very smart, and while he can be quite intelligent he can also be a bit naïve. He has a strong sense of empathy and justice, which combined with his naïveté leaves him vulnerable to unscrupulous characters.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: A very fast talker! Sort of annoying, but also very chirpy and cute.

Quirks: Holds his own hands when he’s anxious. Has absolutely no sense of rhythm whatsoever, cannot dance to save his life.

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, switch recreationally. Would maybe like to get a little more of a chance to ler, but he’s at a disadvantage as a small cute thing.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): 7 not counting his underarms, but like a 9 if you count his underarms. Which you should.

Any special powers or talents? He can produce a powder in his antennae that, if inhaled, renders the victim dizzy, weak, giggly… and makes them 4x more ticklish. He refuses to use it, considers it cruel and “cheating”.

First thing people notice about them: His hair. It is large!

Your favorite thing about them: He’s just so teeny and cute. I also love a good nerd archetype

[ticklishraspberries]

baldur’s gate or criminal minds for the ask game? // @tickle-bugs

shipping meme!! // doing both bc im bored ty for the ask bestie!!

baldur's gate 3:

lowkey otp: karlach/dammon, idk why i just like them

highkey notp: astarion/any female character in game. he's either fruity or with my femme character lmfao

[softly] don’t notp: gale/mystra, astarion/cazador, any of the weird abusive shit ppl romanticize lol

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: shadowheart/karlach

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: any companion/tav is honestly so fun but canon characters i'd say maybe astarion/gale or shadowheart/lae'zel

criminal minds:

lowkey otp: emily/jj or emily/penelope

highkey notp: derek/emily or hotch/emily

[softly] don’t notp: anything with gideon in it

highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice: spencer/maeve<333

highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it: derek/spencer

[bubblebear4life]

A/N: Hmmmmmmmmmmm surprise fanfic ^w^

Infected With Giggle bugs

Caine is being a menace, and Pomni needs to get the truth about this silly behavior.

The tent was surprisingly peaceful today, or as peaceful as it can be inside The Amazing Digital Circus. The humans were off enjoying their own activities after yet another adventure filled with slime. Yes, slime. They'll never understand why Caine incorporates so much slime into their adventures.

One such member hums happily, snuggling deeper into the plush couch she was reading on in the lounge area. It's not often Pomni gets to actually relax from all the chaos that consumes her daily digital life. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the momentary silence.

A quick poke to her side caused the breath she was taking to catch in her throat. The jester turned to where the poke had come from, but she saw nothing there. She looks around, hesitating before returning to her book. Maybe she imagined it?

Suddenly, she felt a poke on her other side, causing her to jump and let out a small squeak. This time, Pomni heard what seemed like faint giggling coming from her right. However, when she turned to confront the source of the sound, she found she was still alone.

Pomni shook her head, the bells on her hat ringing along with the motion. "H-hello?" She called out, her anxiety beginning to put her on edge. What if it was a rouge NPC? Or Jax. The thought of Jax playing a prank on her made her groan.

Until that groan was replaced by another squeak and a slight giggle of her own when she felt a poke in her left side. Seriously, what is going on!? Pomni frantically searched the lounge for the culprit, but she couldn't find a living soul.

Pomni tapped her foot in concentration. Since whoever was messing with her didn't want to reveal themselves, she would have to force her hand. A rare smirk appeared on the usually jittery jester's face as she planned her trap.

The small girl shrugged, pretending that she thought it was nothing. She picked up her discarded book and returned to her spot on the couch. Although she appeared to be reading again, she was actually waiting for the culprit to strike once more.

And strike they did.

First, Pomni heard muffled giggling. She continued to act as though she hadn't noticed it. Then, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar pair of dentures with large, floating eyes peeking out from beside the arm of the couch.

When she saw Caine's hand reach out to poke her right side, Pomni dropped her book and grabbed his hand, exclaiming, "AH HA!"

Caine gulped, knowing he was caught red-handed. How did he plan to escape his fate?

With the truth, of course!

"Why, hello, P-Pomni! Uh- wh-what brings y-y-you... here?" (Caine. Honey. That isn't the truth -_-') Caine chuckles making his teeth chatter with nervous energy. He taps the couch with his free hand, trying to seem casual.

Pomni saw right through him and got straight to the point. "Were you the one poking me?" She asked, leveling him with a skeptical stare.

"Me? Poke you? Now, why would I ever do that!?" Caine proclaimed, having the nerve to act offended.

He didn't plan to back down, huh.

Pomni huffed. It's obvious the AI is lying. The Ringmaster's expressive cartoonish eyes told everything as they flickered from side to side, looking anywhere but at her. "Caine. I'm going to give you one more chance to tell the truth."

"I've given you the truth, my dear!"

Caine had his chance. She'll have to get the truth the hard way.

Pomni tsked in disappointment, a rare feeling of playfulness and mischief overtaking her. She took Caine's other hand and pulled him over the side of the couch and into her lap.

The Ringmaster lets out a surprised yelp, staring at Pomni in bewilderment. "Wh- Pomni!"

Pomni didn't give him much of a chance to react before she formed her hands into claws and began tickling his sides. "What was that, Caine? I couldn't understand you!"

Caine was completely taken aback by the timid jesters' behavior. And she's teasing him! Has the digital world gone insane!?

Nope. It was just Caine who was going insane from the tickling, causing tingling feelings all throughout his code, making him giggle. "Not the tickles! Not the tickles!" He cried out between hiccups, kicking his legs and lightly pushing at her hands.

He didn't want to accidentally hurt her- That's why he barely fought back. (Caine, you're lying again.)

"Wow, Caine. It seems you're infected with the Giggle Bugs!" Pomni giggled along with the AI, enjoying the silliness of the situation. Caine's crazy energy must have rubbed off on her from their time spent together. She has become fond of the Ringmaster over the past few... however long it has been. He tried. He really tried to understand and make friends with the circus members. Pomni couldn't stay mad at his goofy face for long. "Are you ready to tell the truth?" She asked, squeezing up where his ribs would be.

"Yes! It was me! I surrender!" Caine exclaimed loudly, admitting to his guilt. He snorted at the squeezing causing his jaws to turn a deep tomato red.

Pomni giggled some more, cooing softly at the adorable sight. "Alright. I think you've learned your lesson." She immediately stops the tickling, now simply holding him in her lap.

Caine pouts once he calmed down, closing his mouth and facing away from her. "Meanie," he mumbles.

Pomni smiles softly, patting his top jaw knowing he didn't mean that.

She knew he had fun.

[pallanophblargh]

Wrangling the Children onto some fresh leaves. The Cecropia Kids are over 40 days old and still growing, and I’m starting to worry they won’t pupate in before I leave on vacation . Granted, I’m sure everything will be ok but it’s in my nature to worry over multi-legged invertebrate children. I just love larvae.

(Forgive the frass, I cleaned it out shortly after getting all the cats onto fresh food)

[fickle-tiction]

For Old Time’s Sake

“Ladies and Gentleman, I think Batman might be down for the count.” Clark was pretending to hold a microphone up to his mouth and speaking into it like he was an announcer. “Ohhhh! Nope! He’s up! That is going to hurt tomorrow.”

The corner of Bruce’s mouth pulls up into a smile at Clark’s antics as he circles Diana on the sparring mat. He dodges left as she makes a grab for him, grabbing her arm and using her own momentum to flip her over his back.

“And down goes Wonder Woman!”

Bruce drapes his body over Diana’s to try and pin her down, but she quickly reverses their positions and has Bruce in an armbar before he can even blink.

“I thought we said no powers.” Bruce grunts, trying to free his arm to no avail.

“I can’t help that I’m stronger than you.” 

Bruce lets out a growl, but he doesn’t deny it. Instead, he uses every bit of training he can remember and slips out of Diana’s hold. He springs to his feet and is about to execute a flying kick when a voice catches him off guard and has him freezing in his tracks.

“You’re getting slow, old man.”

Bruce whirls around to see his second oldest son standing at the edge of the mat, arms folded across his chest as he watches the match.

“Jason?” Bruce asks before a strong pair of thighs wrap around his neck and slam him down onto the mat. Bruce wheezes as the wind is knocked out of him and doesn’t bother fighting the hold. He merely taps Diana’s thigh twice in quick succession and she releases him.

“Wonder Woman wins again! And the crowd goes wild! Ahhhhhhh!”

“Is everything okay?” Bruce asks, eyes on his son even as he accepts Diana’s hand up.

“Alfred said you were down here training.” That didn’t explain why he was at the house in the first place, but Bruce wasn’t going to push. “I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you get your ass kicked. I had no idea Wonder Woman would be here.” Jason barreled straight past Bruce to get to Diana, a charming smile on his face that Bruce couldn’t remember ever seeing. “It’s so great to meet you. I’m Jason.”

Diana let out a soft gasp of delight as she shook hands with Bruce’s son. “Diana. We have heard so much about you. It is wonderful to finally meet you!”

“Hey Jason, I’m Clark.” Clark also shook hands with Bruce’s son, reveling in this rare glimpse into their friend's personal life.

“I can’t believe you’re friends with Wonder Woman and Superman.” Jason directed at Bruce. “Seriously, why do you guys hang out with him?” This last bit was naturally directed at Clark and Diana.

Clark barked out a surprised laugh. “For his winning personality.” Bruce scowled, and Clark nodded in his direction with a grin. “Obviously.”

Jason snorted and Diana tsk’d, swatting at Clark’s arm even though she was clearly trying not to laugh too.

“Okay.” Bruce said loudly, clapping his hands together to capture everyone’s attention. “The three of you meeting is a terrible idea.” Clark and Diana’s favorite pastime seemed to be teasing Bruce, and them teaming up with Jason was just asking for trouble. It would be best to kick Clark and Diana out and herd Jason upstairs for tea with Alfred. “Break it up. Everyone out.”

Jason gasps, clutching his chest, and Bruce’s attention is once again zeroed in on him. “You’d kick out your own son?” Bruce’s brain temporarily goes offline when Jason says the S word, despite his teasing tone.

“I---” Bruce may be a man of few words, but he is never at a loss for words. Until now. He knows Jason is just teasing him, but things are still so rocky between the two of them and he’s always afraid of overstepping and scaring Jason off.

“Of course not.” Clark says forcefully, clapping a hand on both Bruce and Jason’s shoulders. Clark didn’t know Bruce especially well, but he did know that he wasn’t the best at expressing himself and he clearly didn’t mean he was going to kick Jason out. He probably just wanted some alone time with what was clearly a surprise visit from his son. Bruce kept his personal life close to his chest; Clark and Diana were surprised he even invited them to the cave to spar in the first place. “We were just finishing up here. You two go catch up. We can show ourselves out.”

“And miss me wiping the floor with him?” Jason’s grin is cocky but his posture is stiff, as though he’s afraid Bruce might really kick him out...or that Clark and Diana might leave him alone with Bruce. “That is, if you’re up for it Old Man.”

Bruce resists the urge to call for Alfred to check his blood for traces of toxins; even though this clearly must be some kind of hallucination. Jason is here. In the cave. And he wants to spend time with him. (Sure, by “Spend time with him” he means spar with him and inflict damage on him, but he would take what he could get.) This must be a new strain of Scarecrow’s toxin.

Bruce mentally shakes those thoughts off, knowing he’s being paranoid and that he is in real danger of chasing his son away with his paranoid thought process. “You really think you can take me?” He asks, mimicking Jason’s cocky smirk and throwing in a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not a skinny 15 year old anymore.” Bruce buried down the burning guilt that rose at those words. He knew Jason wasn’t trying to taunt him, and was just making friendly trash talk. Those were his own issues to deal with, and he would bury them until he had time to sort them out. Preferably in 20-30 years when he was a crazy old man wandering around the manor alone and could properly express his emotions. 

“First one to tap out wins?” Bruce suggested.

“You’re on.”

They shake hands in the middle of the mat; Diana and Clark cleared off to the edges at some point in their exchange but Bruce couldn’t spare them more than a passing thought. Someone went “Ding ding ding” and then Jason was lunging at him.

“What the hell have you been eating?” Bruce grunted, rolling out from under Jason’s bulk and pressing a knee into the small of his back to try and keep him down.

Jason’s only response was a snort of laughter. He managed to get his arms under himself and surged up, sending Bruce toppling off his back. Bruce popped up before Jason had a chance to pin him down, and Jason had to throw himself out of the way of the foot that came flying at his stomach.

They danced around each other for the next few minutes, each throwing the occasional punch or kick. Clark kept up a constant stream of narration and Diana alternated who she was rooting for seemingly at random. Bruce couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he ducked and weaved.

“What was that move you used to do all the time?” Jason asked, ducking the fist that came flying at his face as soon as he finished speaking.

“Elaborate.” Bruce did a back flip to avoid Jason’s attempt at grabbing him.

“You know the one.” Jason’s tone should have been setting off warning bells, but Bruce was too busy trying to avoid being tackled to the ground by 250 pounds of solid muscle to pick up on it. “What if the mugger has a knife?” He asked in a passable imitation of Bruce’s Batman Growl.

Bruce’s eyes went wide and he just barely managed to dance out of Jason’s reach at the last possible second. “Jason.”

“Batman is bringing out the Dad Voice. Something serious is about to go down people.” 

“You have to be prepared for anything, B.” And then Jason got his arms around him and Bruce’s life flashed before his eyes. 

Okay. Maybe Clark and Diana were onto something when they called Bruce a Drama Queen.

“You’re dead.” Jason growls, jamming his fingers into Bruce’s ribs and wiggling them wildly. Bruce clamps his mouth shut, focusing all of his energy on trying to escape from what is essentially a bear hug from his hulk of a son.

“J-Jay.” He grits out, breathing heavy through his nose when Jason starts pinching around the spot where his abs faded into his sides. His whole body jolting when strong fingers start prodding at taut muscles.

“Come on Big Bird, if you can’t escape this how will you defend against the real thing?” Jason taunted, pinching up and down Bruce’s muscled sides.

“No way.” Clark breathed, the sound completely drowned out by the laugh being ripped out of Bruce’s lungs.

“Sh-hihihihi-it!” The dam breaks when Jason’s fingers find the sweet spot at the bottom of Bruce’s ribs. “Not-not there!” Bruce laughs, trying to curl his body forward. Jason’s arms crisscrossed over his chest don’t let him go anywhere, so Bruce does the next best thing his tickle-rattled brain can think of. He throws all of his considerable weight backwards, knocking Jason off-balance and sending the two of them crashing to the mats.

Bruce wastes no time catching his breath, flipping around and pinning Jason to the mat. “Oh-ho.” Bruce laughs at the alarmed look in Jason’s eyes. “You’re in for it now.”

“Who is this man, and what has he done with Bruce?” Clark whispers to Diana, neither of their eyes leaving the pair struggling on the sparing mat. Bruce looks ten years younger with the blinding smile stretched across his face as he taunts Jason. He let’s one of Jason’s hands go so he can burry his fingers into Jason’s armpit, sending the younger man into a fit of laughter, which is quickly joined by Bruce’s own laughter when Jason latches onto his side and starts squeezing.

“Jay, tag me in.” Clark Kent’s bare feet come into view, and Bruce abruptly stops his attack. He slowly looks up with wide eyes to see Clark’s cocky smirk as he holds out a hand for Jason to slap.

“Since when is this a tag team match?” Bruce knows running won’t do him any good, but he can’t help but glance around for an escape plan. He grabs Jason’s hand that was trying to sneak back to his stomach, pinning it back down to the mat.

“Since Jason was kind enough to show us a new side of you.” Diana purred into his ear and Bruce just barely refrained from jumping out of his skin as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his middle. 

“This is not how tag team matches work.” Bruce protests as Jason bucks up to remind him that he’s still being pinned down. Bruce looks down at his smirking son, and his mouth quirks up into a lopsided smile against his will. “Is this why you stopped by?” He asked, amusement bleeding into his tone despite the danger he’s in.

“Alfred said you’ve been down lately.” Jason shrugged, not quite meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I told him that’s just your personality,” Clark snorted at that. “but he promised me a batch of cookies if I came. Said he’d throw in some brownies if I could get you to smile.”

“And it appears the apple did not fall far from the tree, Master Bruce.” All 4 heads swiveled to see Alfred watching from the bottom of the staircase, a fond smile on his face. Bruce scowled at his butler, not missing the hastily concealed phone that meant he probably snapped a few pictures before making his presence known. “Master Jason heard you were training and said he’d like to “take a crack at you” for old time’s sake.”

“Wait, you really used to tickle him when you were sparing?” Clark asked, disbelief clear in his voice. He wouldn’t have believed that ten minutes ago, but after seeing how comfortable Bruce was with fingers trying to burrow their way into his muscles a minute ago he was starting to reevaluate the “no touching” signals Bruce threw off.

“He was 15!” Bruce said, as though that made any difference. “I wasn’t going to punch a child!” Did they think he was some kind of monster? Sure, he could pull his punches, but he wasn’t willing to risk slipping and giving his son a black eye. 

Diana snorted. “You really are a big softy.” She cooed, squeezing him around the middle in a precursor for what was to come.

“Can we wreck him now?” Clark asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“Are you asking my permission?” Jason laughed. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the victim here.” He rotated his pinned down wrists for emphasis.

“You started this.” Bruce protested, narrowing his eyes at the smirking man beneath him.

“You started this 15 years ago. I’m just finally getting around to getting my revenge.”

“I am a grown man.” Bruce protested, as though that would change anything.

“Yes, but you have the emotional intelligence of a child.” Clark laughed again, and Jason looked pleased with himself. 

“I like him.” Diana laughed, breath tickling the shell of Bruce’s ear.

“If I may,” Alfred spoke up again, immune to the death glare Bruce was sending his way. “I seem to recall Master Bruce griping about Master Kent’s habit of squeezing his thighs whenever he gets up from a seat.” Bruce goes entirely still, cursing the warm feeling creeping into his cheeks. “I believe the phrase he used was “It makes me want to crawl out of my skin, Alfred.” “

“I am not going to forget this.” Bruce growls, glaring daggers at his friend-turned-enemy.

“Just as I haven’t forgotten a little boy shrieking in delight as he begged his father to send the tickle monster after him.”

You could cook an egg on Bruce’s face, it was so hot. Jason was cackling beneath him, Clark was clearly trying to hide his laughter behind his hand, and Diana gasped softly into his ear.

“I was four.” Bruce murmured, blush racing down his neck and settling across his chest.

“That is the cutest thing I have ever heard.” Diana’s laugh managed to not sound mocking, but Bruce still bristled at being called cute.

“I was four.” He reiterated, a quick intake of air cutting off any further protests when Diana unceremoniously latched onto his upper ribs and started tickling with abandon.  

Bruce had just enough presence of mind to not go crashing down onto Jason, instead trying to roll sideways as his arms turned to jelly and hoarse laughter was ripped from his throat. Clark wasted no time in joining in, strong fingers latching onto the muscle of Bruce’s thigh and squeezing them at random.

“Fucking he-hehehe-hell!” Bruce gasped, laughter pouring out of him unbidden as he tried to curl into a ball on his side. Diana and Clark were hovering over him, boxing him in so he couldn’t escape, but not cheating and holding him down so he at least had a chance at fighting back. Bruce kicked out at Diana when she slipped a hand under his shirt to tickle at the bare skin of his stomach. His foot connected with something and he had a second of triumph, before he squealed.

“Ooooh I think I’ve found a good spot.” Diana was holding his ankle in a steel grip while she dragged her nails across his bare sole, drawing swirling shapes into the vulnerable skin and driving Bruce wild.

“Dickhead is going to love this.” Jason laughed. Bruce cracked his eyes open, prepared for Jason to join in the fray, but shook his head when he saw his son recording the whole thing on his phone.

“Jason.” Bruce managed to get out, once Diana released his foot and let him regain some of his sanity. “Don’t you da-ha-dare!” He reached for the phone, but Jason just buried his free hand in Bruce’s armpit and sent him collapsing back to the mat with a bark of laughter.

“I think justice has been served.” Diana said, after another minute of tickling around and behind Bruce’s bare knees where his shorts had ridden up. Bruce’s face was flushed a healthy shade of pink, and his chest was heaving as he hugged himself around his stomach and shook with laughter, rolling side to side in an attempt to shake their hands off.

Jason’s phone disappeared from view, and Bruce rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head in his arms as he caught his breath, trying to tamp down on the residual laughter still running through him. 

“You know,” Bruce looked up at Clark’s teasing tone. “You could have asked us to stop earlier.”

“I did!” Bruce protested, pushing himself into a sitting position to glare at Diana’s tittering laugh.

“You did not.”

“Let’s watch the video playback, shall we?” Jason was gloating, wagging his phone over Bruce’s head. Bruce lunged for it, snatching it away and springing to his feet. “HEY!” Jason yelped, trying to grab it back as Bruce danced out of his reach, using one hand to open up the camera app so he could delete the video

Before he could get to it a facetime call popped up, Dick’s excited face plastered across the screen. “You didn’t.” Bruce groaned, letting Jason snatch the phone back and answer the call. 

“Bruce is ticklish!?” Dick’s voice rang out, skipping right over the greetings to get to the important stuff. 

“Yes!” Jason crowed, spinning so his back was to the 3 heroes and he could get them all in frame. “Old man’s been holding out on us all these years.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Wait. They never got you back?” Clark asked, sidling up next to Bruce, who was clearly trying to scowl at the phone but he couldn’t wipe the lopsided smile from his face.

“Nope. I kept that secret for almost 20 years.” Bruce said, shaking his head with a self depreciating laugh. 

“You know this changes everything, right?” Diana asks, slipping her arms around Bruce’s waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. 

The muscles in Bruce’s jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth in thought, leaning back against her chest. “Do....do you two want things to change?” He asks, sounding hesitant even to his own ears.

“Only if you do.” Clark says, standing in front of Bruce and blocking them from the view of Jason’s facetime call. Jason seemed to have forgotten about them anyway, caught up in his excited planning with Dick. He almost felt bad for what was to come for Bruce, but he knew he could handle it.

Bruce is quiet for a few seconds, painfully aware that both Clark and Diana could hear his heart hammering away in his chest. He licks his suddenly dry lips as he searches for something in Clark’s gaze. He must find whatever it is he’s looking for, because he nods once. “I...would like that.”

“Wow.” Jason says, appearing at Clark’s elbow. “That almost sounded like a human emotion.”

“Out.” Bruce growls. “Now.”

“Geez.” Jason mutters, hands raised in front of himself in surrender. “Touchy touchy.” He mutters, but scrambles backwards when Clark turns to stare at him.

“Do you really want to stick around and see what’s about to happen?” Clark asked, eyebrow cocked.

Bruce sputters a laugh at Jason’s disgusted expression. He hightails it for the stairs, noticing for the first time that Alfred already took the hint and made himself sparse.

“Now,” Clark turns back to Bruce and Diana, a soft smile playing around his lips. “Where were we?” 

“Right...about...here.” Diana says, dotting a soft line of kisses down the left side of Bruce’s neck. Bruce whimpered, lips squeezed shut as he tried in vein not to move. “You can move, Bruce.” Diana whispered into the skin of his neck. “That’s part of the fun.” 

Bruce gasped, jerking to the side to escape the soft lips dragging over the delicate skin. Clark seized his opportunity to box him in, his lips latching onto the right side of his neck. He slowly made his way up towards Bruce’s ear, while Diana began her slow trek down to his collarbones. Bruce let out a mix between a groan and a whimper, going boneless between them as he felt a new level of pleasure previously unknown to him. He didn’t know if he was going to make it through this night, but what a way to go.

[strang3lov3]

omg about your dentist appointment i swear my hygienist has it out for me too cause why is it so painful!! i’ve had a bajillion cavities filled and the process is 1000% quicker and easier than a cleaning 🦷

Yes dude, I totally agree! I was pants shittingly nervous last year about having cavities filled for the first time to my surprise it was easy peasy! I think my fiancé found it healing, too. He has a difficult time being numbed and has bad memories associated with the dentist. So I think it was very good and relieving for him to see my dentist be so liberal with the numbing shots for me and prioritize my comfort. She says she knows nobody likes to go to the dentist but she wants to make it as painless as possible for her patients.

Hygienists - I know they’re important, I know they’re just doing their job and they would probably get in trouble if they did not thoroughly clean my teeth before my dentist checks on me, but godDAMN. Ouch. I’m sore right now lmao. And It was a fucking sensory nightmare too, all the noises of my teeth being scraped and the whirring of the tools. And just the feeling of having my teeth touched, blech 🤮

[ticklishraspberries]

tickle honesty hour (I am WAY PAST THE HOUR LOL) but do you have favorite tropes/character types to write? // @tickle-bugs

ahhh this is is sort of similar to another question i answered so apologies if i just repeat myself lol

touch-starved characters that didn’t even know they were ticklish because no one has touched them like that in years or ever

touch-starved characters that crave being tickled because it’s so fun and affectionate

grumpy, stoic characters who are insanely ticklish, totally shattering their reputation

characters who like tickling the way we all do and having their partners discover it and getting to finally experience their fantasies

childhood best friends who know every single one of each other’s weak spots and still use them to their advantage well into adulthood

the first discovery, whether it be finding out someone is ticklish, someone likes being tickled, they snort when they laugh, etc.

accidental tickles, like drawing on someone, giving them a massage, kissing their neck, and being confused and then smitten when it clicks that they’re just sensitive

[momos-servants]

Wait guys

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Is Dr Conners sneaking squirmles away cause he not only loves them, but also the tickles they dish out?

Dr. Connors is VERY passionate about animal treatment and ethical science!!! The way EDEN labs have been testing on the squirmles goes against his morals, and he hates to see the little guys suffer! He admits that he's grown attached to them (which you should avoid as a scientist) but he can't help it! They're innocent, intelligent creatures!

Now just because he's a ticklish guy and was the victim of these creatures multiple times DOESNT MEAN he likes it! It's embarrassing! He totally doesn't look forward to feeding time...or playing with them...or hearing their little squeaks...UH UH NOPE NOT AT ALL!!!

[chloenotfound404]

Stage Shenanigans Part 2!

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⚠️Warnings!: Tickling strictly SFW (if that’s not your thing skip), swearing

(Since this is a part two, part one is in my master list and linked here but you don’t have to have read it to read this! My writing is rusty since it’s been over a whole ass year since I’ve actually wrote a fic so sorry if it’s shit!)

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Summary: Due to Phantoms antics from the last show, Swiss wanted a bit of revenge but also to see the poor bug slowly crumble. Lee!Phantom, Ler!Swiss.

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By this point, mostly all of the ghouls and Papa had gotten out of their respective uniforms and started to settle into the bus for the night. The ghoulettes all left together before anyone else, all seeming to be fauning over the success of the show on the way out. “We’ll be back on the bus!” Aurora yelled as they walked out of the main door of the dressing room, earning some “See yas,” and “Byes,” from the rest of the Ghouls. Phantom and Swiss were still getting out of uniform to their loungewear, Sodo and Rain putting their instruments away into their cases and Mountain just having come out of the shower. Papa was off in another room, possibly communing with Papa Nihil or taking a moment to himself.

Swiss hadn’t forgotten the events only around 20 minutes ago and he was still reeling from it. His cheeks hot but not quite flushed with colour yet and his tail gently beating the armrest of the couch as he sat down to wait for everyone else. Phantom on the other hand was still as energetic and not seeming all too phased from the events. If anything, he looked accomplished and almost proud of how easily he got Swiss to break. A smirk practically plastered over his lips as he washed his hair under one of the taps to tame it after being in the helmet. “That show seemed more successful than most,” Rain mumbled as he walked into the green room with Sodo, the conversation continuing into the green room.

Swiss, wanting to get revenge waited for everyone to filter out of the dressing room into the green room next door to wait for Papa. His eyes glued to Phantom as Phantom continued to get his stuff and put some away.

The uniform onto a hanger, the guitar in its case, his other bits and pieces put into his backpack- all whilst humming one of the many songs they had performed. Phantom turned to leave through to the green room with a stretch, where Swiss would ultimately start up a new war on getting revenge. The same smirk Phantom had before now on Swiss’ lips as he stood up and walked passed Phantom, gently letting his fingers drift over Phantoms stomach which made the younger ghoul give out a cute yet loud-ish squeak making his arms come crashing down instantly, his head whipping around to see what the hells it was.

The smallest of chuckles left Swiss’ lips as he walked through, and a blushing Phantom followed suit, noticing Rain's eyes on them both. “What was that noise?” Rain asked with a small head tilt and a slight sigh, not really realising the reality of Swiss’ words from before. Swiss instantly looked back at Phantom, the shit eating smirk taking over his lips again as Phantom struggled to find some sort of excuse or cover for what happened. “I-I just-I saw uhh a moth in the uhh dressing room when I was coming through,” Phantom stuttered out, moving out of the way of Swiss to the other side of the room as everyone got up to head onto the bus. All of the other Ghouls exchanging confused and doubtful looks in response to the cute attempt at a cover up excuse.

Phantom's cheeks flushed out a gentle pink as he got on the bus, almost instantly curling up in his bunk from how tired he was from the show. Swiss soon following suit to his own bunk but obviously he had to fuck with phantom a little bit again. His hand reaching into the bunk curtain, reaching for phantom's stomach again quickly skittering over it in a spider like motion making the poor ghoul yelp more from surprise than anything. The reaction earring a snort from Sodo and a small laugh from Aurora, the rest not realising having been lost in other conversations. The moment after Swiss reached in, Phantom instinctually rolled over to face the wall of the bunk to hide the blush rising to his cheeks, which luckily no one could see for the curtain. Swiss still having the accomplished smirk over his lips curling into his own bunk for the night to sleep.

The morning dawned through the windows of the tour bus, peeking through the bunk curtains waking everyone up for the day ahead. The bus was already parked outside of the venue with some of the crew already unloading the platforms and instruments into the staging wing around the back of the venue. Aurora and Cirrus having some conversation about a book they were both reading by the sounds of it through phantom ears, Sodo and Mountain talking about the audiences from the last few nights, Cumulus and Rain complimenting the outfits they were both wearing. And of course, Phantom just rouses into all of this. Swiss seemed like he was in the back lounge getting changed. Phantom's hand pulled back the curtain of his bunk, drawing attention from Aurora with her bright smile and a small wave greeting him. He moved out of the bunk and grabbed his clothes, knowing he’d be due in the venue in a short time. His hands hit of the bunk above as he changed into his own bunk since the lounge was occupied by Swiss already, his mind not forgetting how Swiss had been acting since last night. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Cirrus joked, ruffling Phantom's hair between his horns with a chuckle. Phantoms cheeks growing a tinge pink as he yawned, “Mornin’” he mumbled through his yawn, walking past Sodo and Mountain to get to the mirror to sort his hair that had been all ruffled up.

Not but an hour later, all of the ghouls and Papa were in the venue, setting up their little areas of the stage. Phantom kneeled on the floor to affix the wires of his pedal and guitar along side sodo and rain by his side. Swiss, still trying to egg Phantom on, swiftly bent down as he walked by the others, pinching the sweet spot right under Phantoms ribs. Phantom shrieked. His hand still holding the guitar but it came close to dropping it on the stage floor, he whipped his head around finding Swiss walking away biting back giggles as he walked. Swiss’ shoulders slightly shaking knowing that he had gotten a worthwhile reaction. Both Sodo and Rain gave chuckles as the whole thing transpired. Phantom's cheeks were for sure a bright pink - borderline red by this point. The fact that Swiss had found that and gained that reaction.

“I think you have some pipes on you, Tom,” Rain chuckled, fiddling with his bass to tune it. Phantom only gave a shy chuckle in response not knowing what to even say back to it.

Another good few hours later, they were all getting ready to head onto the stage with only 10 minutes until they were due. The starting positions more than worried Phantom as he looked at the staging plan, he stood up on Swiss’ platform slightly in front and to the left of Swiss. He tried to shrug off his nerves and finished bucking the shirt buckles of his uniform, tying up his boots and putting on the helmet right before they were called to the curtain side of the stage to start filtering to their spots. The ghouls went in first to get their instruments ready, soon followed by the ghoulettes to get into their stands. Phantom's heart was practically pounding, that funny feeling sinking into his stomach that Swiss would copy exactly what he had done last night. Or, he would play the long game.

Of course, Swiss noticed how on edge Phantom seemed and smirked, giving the younger ghoul gentle skitters along his stomach from behind. Phantom, not expecting it in the slightest, practically doubled over in giggles. His guitar barely helped to block out Swiss’ hands, if anything it made it easier since phantom couldn’t do much. “You’re all tense and on edge, you know you don’t need to be,” Swiss giggled, knowing fully well what he was doing to the poor ghoul. Phantom batted at Swiss’ hands hearing the count in the in-ear monitors for the go to get ready. Phantom knew he wasn’t safe this show and Swiss was all too ready to get back at him.

They were just after half way through the ritual, the energy taking the room by storm. The boys jumping off the platforms, the girls all dancing and prancing around on their platforms and occasionally coming to the main stage. The energy is unmatched in this show in comparison to the last few. But Phantom couldn’t help but still be on edge. Swiss hadn’t been ignoring him by any means but he wasn’t tickling him or messing with him like before, it was like any average show. Just after they had concluded Mary On A Cross, that was the moment it had turned. All of the ghouls settled back into their own places as Papa went on his small rants to bide time for the ghouls to get settled for the next song. Returning guitars, taking some water and chilling for a bit. But Swiss had other ideas.

Phantom sat on one of the steps by Swiss’ side to let his body rest before the next song. Swiss sat by him with that damned smirk again instantly making Phantom get all clammy and nervous. He wouldn’t in front of the whole auditorium, not when it’s this quiet. But that thought was quickly proven wrong. Swiss’ hand skittering around where the base of Phantom's tail is, the smaller ghoul giggling under the balaclava. His hand tried to subtly bat at Swiss’ hand but it wasn’t any help. The tail had it not been tucked in would have been whipping about in instinct. “Fucking s-Stoppit!” Phantom whisper yelled through his soft giggles, his shoulders starting to softly shake as he tried dodging out of the way. Even though no one else could hear the commotion, it did catch the eyes of Mountain and Cumulus, the smallest of smiles apparent from them and by the looks of it some of the audience too. “Don’t wage a war you can’t fight then,” Swiss chuckled, his fingers moving up to the bottom of the back of Phantom's neck making the younger give an audible snort into his arm. The moment felt like hours of torture to poor Phantom but was only a minute or so before they went into Dance Macabre, his composure trying to pick up for the rest of the show the best it could.

The rest of the show had gone just as well as the first half, high energy, loud and fun. The transition into bows was one of the best possible, the ghoulettes holding bouquets and all of them having bracelets and small trinkets from the fans. Phantom was wrangled back by Swiss to get in line for the bows, a swift and sharp prod to Phantom's stomach to do so. And like expected, the ghoul squeaked and stumbled back into the line trying to brush it off as much as before. And it didn’t really work. A small collective ‘aww’ from the audience that saw the interaction which made his cheeks flush.

They did their bows and were about to go off stage, collecting some last gifts that they could. Phantom grabbed a few bracelets and roses as he walked away which was again somewhat ruined by Swiss darting over and attaching himself to the younger ghoul. His fingers once again finding the sweet spot right under Phantoms ribs making him stumble into the wings in an unprecedented fit of loud laughter having not expected it in the slightest. “Just count this as revenge,” Swiss chuckled, not caring about the fact they were partially visible to the crowd from a certain angle. Phantom went to protest before practically buckling slightly from the fact that the weakest spot he had was being targeted. “W-wha-what the *snrk* what the fuck!?” Phantom managed through his fit of laughter, the kicker being the fact he let out an unmuffled snort trying to escape the torment he was being put through. Swiss couldn’t have been any more happy with the reaction he had gotten, he had the poor ghoul right where he wanted him. “Seems one of our new spawns has a snort laugh too,” rain commented on the side, watching all of this transpire with a smile as he got himself out of the uniform. “T-this isn’t fair!!” Phantom whined through his giggles, the giggle-snorts he was known for between the ghouls finally starting to spill out as he tried pulling away from Swiss. To his credit, he had pulled them away from the curtain side view but he wasn’t free yet. “There’s the giggles we wanted!” Swiss teased, managing to get his fingers right into the sweet spot under Phantom's ribs but more to where his ribs and sides meet making Phantom cackle and double over. Right where he wanted him.

The snorts were practically the only sort of sound coming from Phantom, well, the only other sound that wasn’t loud cursing and unellagable pleas to get him out of the torture. Swiss still wanted more though, and more he got. He aimed for the bugs hips with gentle yet tender squeezes in a rhythm. The poor bug practically fell right into rain from how much of a reaction it got from him. “Woah! Hey little bug,” Rain chuckled, propping Phantom back to his feet with Swiss not showing any signs of stopping. “Damn, you’re just a walking tickle spot,” Swiss smirked, keeping one hand at Phantom's hips and another one to his stomach. And just like that, Phantom crumbled. The contagious giggle snorts picked up again and he had now buckled onto the floor, not finding any strength to even protest or have any comebacks. He was just a giggly, snorty and flustered mess.

“All right you two, c’mon,” Aurora chuckled, just barely managing to pull Phantom out from under Swiss with Mountain hauling Swiss from Phantom. The poor bug was bright red from his laughter, his cheeks all puffed out and his breath starting to catch in his throat as he regained his breath and composure. “It was just a bit of revenge,” Swiss whined, trying to seem as innocent as possible to Mountain who didn’t buy it at all. “Yeah and pigs can fly.” Mountain chuckled, looking at Phantom who was still catching his breath as he took the base of his uniform off. Rain gave out a giggle seeing how wobbly Phantom was walking meaning he still had the leftover ticklish feeling ringing through him. “You look like a baby deer the way you’re walking,” Swiss giggled, giving a gentle head pat to the small bug to reassure him that he was done. “You’re such an asshole,” Phantom chuckled, looking at Swiss with the usual playful glint that he had lacked the last day or so. “Well, you started it,” Swiss commented as they both walked through to the dressing room. “And I guess you finished it,” Phantom smiled, heading towards his wee corner where his stuff was sitting.

It was clear they had found a new way to wind each other up and this tour wouldn’t be a relaxed as the last ones, that was for sure.

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[fickle-tiction]

how about 13 for superbat? // definitely not @tickle-bugs in a trenchcoat and sunglasses

“Don’t laugh while I’m trying to talk to you!” Bruce growled, the corner of his mouth twitching up without his permission as Clark burst into another peel of deep belly laughter.

"I--I ca-haha-can't help it!" Clark protested, arms cross tightly across his chest as he tried to block as much skin as possible from Bruce's wandering fingers.

"Did you tell Diana about me?!" Bruce demanded, latching onto Clark's hips and squeezing as fast as he could.

"Nohohohohoho!"

"No, you didn't tell her? Or no? Don't tickle you?"

"Both! Both! Bru-hahaha-Bruce!"

"Hngh." Bruce continued his palpitations, intimately aware that if Clark really wanted to put a stop to this he could.

"I sw-hahaha-swear I didn't!"

"Then how does she know?!" That voice has caused more than one criminal to wet their pants in fear, but Clark simply threw his head back and laughed harder.

"Ma-hah-maybe she--" Clark broke off into a squeal when Bruce dragged his nails across the thin skin between his hipbones. Bruce zeroed in on the spot, but Clark was cheating and using his powers to block his access. "Maybe she sees through your tough-guy schtick." Clark panted, finally able to catch his breath now that he was pushing Bruce's hands away in earnest.

"You think this is all an act?" Bruce asked, his voice dangerously quiet as his eyes bore into Clark's.

"Face it, B. You're a big softy, and we all know it." Clark was smirking at him, and Bruce was going to make him pay dearly for it.

Bruce pulled his hands away, cracked his knuckles, and smirked. Clark's eyes widened, but before he could decide on a course of action Bruce threw himself down onto Clark's shins, got his ankles into a headlock, and proceeded to go to town on the soles of his feet.

"Wa-hahahaha-wait!" Clark cackled, collapsing backwards are Bruce clawed at the sensitive skin. "Wait! I ta-hahaha-ke it ba-hahaha-ck!"

"I'll show you soft." Bruce growled, smirking as he fluttered quick fingers under Clark's toes, hanging on for dear life as he started thrashing beneath him.

[silly-feeling]

A self-indulgent (for both me and Greary lol) lil thing I drew a couple weeks ago and forgot to post 🫣

Greary ticklin' himself