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hey guys did u know... did u know black sapphire cookie has wings... did u know that...

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I got brave plus a few people were nice to me about my silly concept so. Fuck it we ball.

Polyship + tickle headcanons: Tenna x Spamton x Reader.

(General):

None of you are really sure how the relationship came about, who dated who first or who just happened to be absorbed in. It just... kind of happened. With the three of you being close and the complex feelings that came with it, you just decided to go with it and not question it.

Both of them are touch starved, with Tenna bordering on being needy as hell. At least one is on you (or each other) at any given time. Cuddle piles are a daily occurrance.

Spamton, being the smallest, frequently gets held like a doll to prevent from being crushed. He doesn't protest about this in the slightest, while Tenna loves being laid across. It's like a pile of cats.

Both of them need reassurance sometimes. Loneliness and rejection never quite leave you. Just tell them you love them, and maybe spoil them just a little extra when they need it. They'll return the favor if you ever needed it.

The relationship is best summed up as: two kicked dogs (Tenna and Spamton) and the extremely patient cat that thought they were neat (you). Give or take on that last part.

Alright I had to get that out of the way first just for the sake of the ideas. Time for the sillies:

When it comes to you three, tickling can get... very interesting very quickly. Tenna is a switch depending on his mood, Spamton is ler-leaning, and you're left wherever you fit. Good luck! No, seriously, good luck.

Spamton hits the silly aggro so often but he's so short he has to wait patiently until his desired target is sitting or laying down. And then your life is OVER. Sometimes comes and snuggles up nicely to you before attacking. Has interrupted a cuddle moment between you and Tenna just for funsies and nearly got his lights tickled out for it. Honestly it's his fault for being fun-sized and attacking a guy that's 15 feet tall (ruined his cuddle moment) (punishable by death)

Don't let Tenna's sweet silly behavior fool you. He starts just as many tickle fights as he loses. Sometimes he loses on purpose, sometimes someone got hold of his antennas and he tapped out. He squeals so pathetically sometimes that you can't help but feel bad. Spamton doesn't, though.

You get on the recieving end of a fair share of tickles, too. Sometimes it's only one of them, sometimes it's both at once and it kills you.

Spamton is way meaner, but his teasing is considerably softer with you. Tenna is more sweet and playful. Both at once leads to a really fun exchange though: "Aww, just look at that smile! So radiant! I'm just blinded by our sweet darling!" "[Angel] IS [laugh out loud] TOO HARD TO [reply to all!]! NOW ISN'T THAT JUST [top 10 saddest anime deaths]?" "Be nice to them!"

Spamton, despite being way meaner and more aggro, is easier to stop. You can just... pick him up. Remove him from you. Hold him under the arms and watch him squirm. Better yet, give him butterfly kisses and he's gonna let out some uncharacteristic giggles while kicking his legs helplessly in the air. Raspberry his tum and he's gonna start cussing.

Tenna? Yeah, not as easy to get away from, on account of his height and teleporting skills. But at least he's way sweeter. He'll still reduce you to a puddle, but he's gonna be hyping you up the whole time! Holds you in his lap and pokes around wherever while looking down with a soft smile. He leaves himself open often, and you can't tellnif he just got that lost in the sauce, or if he wants his target to get revenge.

Just squeeze at his sides when he's spaced out. Or if you can reach, shove your hands under his arms and go ham to get a staticy squeal-laugh from him.

You might think at a glance that you and Spamton would team up against Tenna the most. Tall guy vs two shorter people, right? WRONG. The shortest one is such a menace to society that you and Tenna have to call the other for backup against that beast. He's easy enough to take down, but good lord.

Tenna gets up the earliest for his shows (even though he wants to keep cuddling) so morning tickles are common with him, either giving or recieving. He's a big fan of tracing shapes and watching tiny sleepy giggles appear. Cannot understate how sweet this guy is

Meanwhile. Spamton will tickle one of you in the middle of the damn night because he's a night owl and thinks its funny. Most often though, he just wants a certain position in the cuddle pile and needs one of you to wake up so he can swooce in there. Only then does he stop.

If you ever feel like being nice to Spamton, you help him pin down Tenna to tickle his lights out. Usually when he's too stressed to function and needs a reset. You have to rein him in and make sure he's not being too mean to sweet TV guy though

They'll team up on YOU and the usual configuration is: You in Tenna's lap, Spamton in yours, both absolutely going to town on their partner.

That's all I've got for now, if you want more then I am happy to supply! Just ran out of ideas for this post is all-

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if you say yes he's gonna do it, if you say no he's gonna do it. evil mf

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Ler! Tenna and Lee! Y/N tickling?

He would know

He would absolutely know

He'd know

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Part 1 to this (also untitled) drabble: Here

(Anon request) Ler!Tenna, Lee!Reader

Well, you had your fun after discovering your boss' silly weakness. But now he's decided that it's time to turn the tables. Strictly platonic, you and your friend share a silly brain cell.

It started simple enough, didn't it?

Ever since last week's silly discovery, you and Tenna had been... well, goofing off whenever possible. Which wasn't often, considering how demanding showbusiness was, but nevertheless, it was occurring.

It was only ever small-scale stuff, nothing like your initial attack on your boss. But the mini-scale war still raged on, attacks here and there striking true:

He poked your sides when he walked by, feigning innocence he never had to start with.

You hooked your fingers under his arms when he was leaned over a desk.

He ran his fingers up your ribs when you reached up for some prop materials (thankfully, he caught what you dropped.)

You wiggled his antenna when he was knelt down picking up some papers he dropped.

Both of you were having fun with it, and you felt like he was testing the waters for an upcoming revenge. It made you nervous, and yet... well, it couldn't be that bad, right? You went easy enough on him, and still haven't launched another big attack on him, so he was more likely to go easy on you... in theory, at least.

You're mainly glad that your friend seems to be in brighter spirits now. Even if it was as childish as tickling, he seemed less stressed lately.

"I told you, you look better with a smile." You skittered your fingers on his neck, watching him jolt and let out a small laugh. He retaliated with a jab to your stomach, causing you to let out a short bark of a laugh.

The recordings were finally done for today, and thus, there was plenty of time to goof off.

"You think you're funny, huh? Real stand-up comedian?" He's trying to feign irritation, but it's hard to take him seriously with that wobbly grin. His hands are alternating between blocking yours from prodding at him, and returning jabs of his own.

"I think I am- hey-!" You backed off with a longer giggle as he honed in on your sides, fingers skittering up and over your ribs.

Tenna looked incredibly smug about his small victory. "A little too sensitive to be this confident, aren't you?"

"So are you!" You shot back, hands grabbing at his sides, only for both wrists to be held firmly. Your friend suddenly lit up, a bright smile crossing his features. Uh oh. You know that look.

"Siiiiiiince our contestant is so adamant about horsing around, I think it's time for a physical challenge!"

The lights dimmed.

One moment, you were looking at your friend, wrists contained firmly... the next, complete darkness. You blinked, realizing that you were now completely alone in the dark room.

"...Tenna...?" You tentatively call out, hearing your voice echo back. Okay, this must be one of the backstage storage rooms. A spotlight shines on you from... somewhere.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give it up for our next contestant, a very dear friend and assistant of mine! The show would surely struggle without all of the boring paperwork they have to do-"

"Tenna, the audience already went home," You called into the darkness, "Mike, too. Nobody's recording."

Things went silent for a moment. Predictably, the audience did not, in fact, give it up for you; because as you previously stated, they were gone for the night.

"...As I was saying-!" He's right back into his stage voice, "Our contestant has eagerly volunteered for a brand-new physical challenge! Hide-and-Seek!"

You sighed wearily. He's planning something, and in true gameshow host form, is refusing to elaborate.

"It's a classic game we all know and love, taking place in the deeper, unseen parts of everyone's favorite studio! This game features a fun little twist for our contestant... hey! Maybe this segment can stay around if it's fun enough! Say, would the contestant like a little explanation, or should we proceed as planned?"

Great. He's full-on host moding it here. "Fine, what are the rules?"

"I'm glad you asked! Our contestant (that's you!) will have five, count it, FIVE minutes to find a proper hiding place! At the end of the countdown, your friendly host will start searching! If our contestant can stay hidden for another five minutes... they win! But if they're FOUND, well... hah! That's a loss! And with a loss, comes a penalty!"

You felt your heart rate pick up slightly. You think you already know what the penalty is. What a fucking goober. He's totally had this planned out for a whike.

"What happens if I win?" You spoke back into the darkness.

"Oh, this isn't a reward round..." Tenna's voice dipped into something almost threatening, "This is a penalty round! You got that?"

A shiver ran down your spine. He was way too good at this. "...Yeah. I got it."

"Great! The timer starts... now!"

The spotlight shut off, leaving you in the silent, dimly-lit storage area again. Your eyes blinked to adjust, arms spreading to reach for a wall to walk along.

You should probably be taking this more seriously, but somehow, you just can't find it in your heart to do so. This was one of the sillest things in the world, and you could really only feel a bit of apprehension at all of it. Tickle hide-and-seek was not the biggest threat, all things considered. He sounded excited by it, too. How could you be a killjoy about this?

You bumped a shelf, cussing quietly under your breath and rubbing your head before walking around it and ducking into a smaller room. You settled on hopping behind a discarded couch. You could still hear the faint ticking of the countdown, but everything else? Complete silence.

Not much time passed, before...

"I hope you're ready, contestant! Because I sure am! Let the hunt... begin!"

A beat.

"I know you're back here, somewhere! I have eyes everywhere! Can you outlast the timer?"

He still sounded far away. You could hear him stalking around, and upon one peek around your hiding spot, you could see the faint light from his screen moving around. You ducked back out of view as it got brighter.

"Helloooooo out there! We both know you're not gonna get away from me for much longer! Why don't you make it easier, hmm? Just come out, I'll go easy on you... maybe!"

You felt like that last bit would have had a laugh track accompanying it if anyone else were still here. Mike, ever quick on the cameras and sound effects, would have-

It's silent.

You strained your ears, realizing that Tenna's voice was no longer calling out. You couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, either. You got up, leaning over to peek around the corner of your hiding spot, only being met with darkness. His screen wasn't lighting up anywhere nearby. That should be a relief, right?

But you knew Tenna. Deeply mischievous, and incredibly resourceful. He was up to something, but his unpredictability made it hard to figure out what.

For now, you leaned back into your hiding spot...

Only for your back to press against something warm. The scent of a familiar cologne suddenly wafted over you, the white glow of a screen lighting up.

You didn't have to look back to know who it was. But you did look up, right into his far-too-smug face. "Hello, Tenna."

You yelped as he suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders, flopping you on the couch you were both hidden behind. "You barely tried! You still had three minutes left on the clock! What happened? Aren't you worried about the penalty!?"

"Tenna, it's a silly game. It's really not the threat you think it is." You ignored your racing heart rate and butterflies in your stomach as he boxed you in. This seemed familiar, somehow.

He gasped in fake shock. "A silly game? A silly game!? That's all this was to you!? Not a tense struggle!? Maybe I should have added a few jumpscare artists... no matter! Are you ready to face... your penalty!?"

You paused. And then proceeded to break out into a fit of giggles. Oh, he's so hammy for no reason. "Yeah, the Shadowguys probably would have fun with- H-HEY-!"

You broke out into another fit of giggles as Tenna's hands descended upon your stomach. Your hands tried to push them off, only for them to shift over to your sides and for your laugh get louder. That cheater brought his claws out.

Tenna lets out a faux hiss, fangs exposed. "The penalty! Is tickling! You knew this! You'll perish by my hands!"

"The-hehehen who wihihil do your paHAHAperwork-!?" You yelped as he poked at your ribs.

"That's what contracts are for!" Right back to his jovial self, "I could rope some other employee in. Say, what was that about the shadowguys enjoying this particular assignment? You think those rascals would?"

With his hands poking around your torso randomly, you were laughing too hard for a proper response.

"You've got a good point! I'd tell you to write that down, but it seems like you're busy enough. Paperwork is an awful lotta work, huh? Say, first thing tomorrow! Let's set up a proper test run, with employees and all. I think we could send a Zapper in, right? Need someone ticklish who would be able to give a good response... other than you, at least."

You let out a short squeal as his fingers found their way under your arms.

"Hey now, this conversation is feeling awfully one-sided! I'm trying to bounce ideas off of you! Those Shadowguys are probably going to be just as tickled pink about this. Zapper, eh... not so much."

When he started pinching at your hips, your laugh had finally slipped into silent territory. Maybe you should have worried more about this game... one of your hands went up, palm tapping rapidly at his shoulder.

"Oops-! Looks like that's all the time we have for today, folks!" He chuckled to himself as he stopped. "...You, uh, okay there...?"

You fought off the remaining giggles and phantom sensations, only giving him a nod. You'd survive, but holy shit. You'd have to pay him back again, but that would just kickstart this entire cycle all over again.

...It is fun, though. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"...Wait, you really want to add a tickle hide-and-seek to the show?"

"...Maybe. To be determined." Tenna grinned, "Shall we iron out the finer details tomorrow?"

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Not gonna bother tagging this with anything besides tickles bc it’s literally just a 2 minute doodle from IG but I described to my friend an idea I have for a drawing and he wanted to know what it’ll look like bc my description was a little confusing so expect this in the future :3

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Makin bets w a gambler is a risk

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Ooooh I love your fics so far! Would send in a white lily one but I got a senario for the blue one first!

(BTW possible context if you want it to have a context...which would be fun...say maybe y/n entered beast yeast to look at all the amazing animals of the land and say shadow milk followed them as a fun sheep companion y/n befriended at the start of their journey...cue sheep following y/n around, protecting them and more...aaaand then when they get to a certain area...maybe an abandoned spire to escape the rain or maybe y/n falls asleep with sheep in their lap then waked up to this...cue reveal that sheep is jester! Either dramatic flare or y/n waking up to the jester on their lap! Cue panic!)

Imagine this...y/n captured by shadow milk and ends up thinking they are gonna die and apologizing for...maybe tesspassing or idk...cue shadow milk seeing how scared y/n is and doesn't want them to be scared! Oh no no...he captured them because he loves them and knows he had to somehow cheer y/n up and show he means no harm! Then he gets an idea...two birds one stone! Playing the tickle monster! Turns the fear into something fun and silly! Soon...y/n's fear is being tickled away and maybe y/n even starts playing along as they are tickled silly! Cue, after tickling, shadow milk just holds y/n as they wind down...ready to love the cookies in his arms. Lmao! Or some sweet ending! Think it would be adorable!

AGHH finally getting to asks guys, BTW THE SECOND I SAW THIS I KNEW I NEEDED TO WRITE IT this is literally so so SO cute :sob:

Title: Horrible Beast

Words: 3,662

As a biologist, I had come to Beast Yeast in search of new forms of fauna and flora, hoping to make it big in Crispia when I returned with my findings. I was warned many a time prior that the trip would be dangerous, and that I may not return. I chose not to heed them, as I honestly didn’t have much to return to back home, anyways. On this journey, it was either succeed or crumble. If I couldn’t find anything of interest, I would just keep searching until I did. I planned to fill out an entire notebook before returning, and if I couldn’t do that, I might as well not go back at all. I expected it to not be an issue, given the variety of life I had already seen upon entering the island in the first place. What I didn’t expect was to stumble upon massive architectural monuments.

The massive spire rose into the sky before me, dwarfing the trees around it and making my head spin. Not only was I shocked by its sheer size and colorful blue-and-white patterning, but by the impossible nature of its design. My eyes attempted to track staircases, but they led to nowhere, wrapping back around in a way that made no sense. Waterfalls cascaded from aqueducts that veered to the back of the building, only for the water to appear to fall horizontally in order to wind up towards the front again, defying gravity and probably a number of other laws. I was getting a headache just looking at the monstrosity before me, its presence unreal. I was so occupied that I didn’t notice the small, blue sheep that sauntered out of the bushes to my right.

Shadow Milk Cookie giggled to himself as he watched the star-struck cookie before him… ah yes, yet another victim to the incomprehensible pride that was his spire. Like a moth to a flame, any and all foolish cookies that happened to see even a glimpse of the looming shape of his domain were already doomed. In the days before his entrapment in the silver tree, there was no greater joy than watching the minds of cookies unravel trying to understand that such an impossible thing could exist. It brought him even more joy to know that would only be the beginning of their end – capturing them and toying with them in his tower, tugging at their brain like a puppeteer until they were at the brink of insanity… it was incredibly entertaining.

He sighed as he reminisced, deciding to have some fun, just like he used to. He settled on the classic: the good old innocent-and-fluffy sheep that would lure them into the spire. He transformed immediately, shaking himself out to really puff out his woolly coat, putting on the cutest, doe-eyed face he could before stepping out of the shrubs. He barely held back a smirk as the cookie paid no mind to him, even as the soft pattering of his hooves on the grass approached them. Wow, his tower must really be freaking them out! He eventually came to sit beside them, staring up with large, innocent eyes, lazily smiling. It was then he finally got a closer look at them.

He took in every detail, every aspect of their appearance, already calculating what type of person they must be… curious, adventurous, and oh, so, so very naive. He hardly held back another giggle, straightening his posture and cocking his head. How had they still not noticed him? He had to admit, it was strangely adorable how aloof they were to their surroundings. Did they have no survival instinct? How could they be distracted for so long in an unfamiliar place such as this without a rising feeling of potential danger?

“Baaa!” He smiled sweetly as the cookie amusingly jumped in place, head immediately craning down to stare at him with wide eyes. He happily stood to greet them, relishing the way their expression changed from one of surprise to clear joy and fascination.

“Oh, hello, little friend”, they giggled. “Sorry, you scared me!” They crouched down, patting his head, to which he butted their hand affectionately.

“Say… you’re an odd color for a sheep, aren’t you?” They mused, their hand trailing from his head to his wool, gently smoothing across the fluffy surface. “I’ve never seen one like you before…” They paused, deep in thought as he stared up at them oh-so-innocently. “In fact, I think you’re the first mammal I’ve encountered here.” He felt compelled to sit and let them pet him, finding it strangely intoxicating how absolutely fascinated they were with him.

“A blue coat of wool and black skin… that’s such an interesting combination”, they muttered to themself, eyes practically shining with curiosity. “What a beautiful arrangement of colors… you sure are pretty!” He couldn’t help puffing out his chest pridefully – if there was one way into the beast’s heart, it was via flattery. Yes, he was so pretty. He knew damn well how handsome he was, no matter which form he took. He closed his eyes and basked in the admiration of this cookie, who he had decided was likely a travelling researcher.

“Such bright colors…” They paused, retracting their hand for a moment. “Oh! Are you… are you venomous?” He stared up at them blankly. They scoffed and put their face in their hands. “Oh, I’m talking to a sheep… what am I doing?” The cookie sighed before reaching forward gingerly towards his mouth, and Shadow Milk watched their hand wearily. “Okay, little guy… just wanna see your teeth… I wonder if you have fangs…?”

The cookie gasped as the sheep seemed to smirk… before baring rows of sharp, glistening teeth. They stumbled backwards, fumbling to pull a small dagger from their belt. He scoffed… really? The cookie shrieked as puppeteer strings descended from nowhere, constricting their arms and forcing them to drop the blade. They struggled in their bonds, their attention being drawn back as the sheep sauntered up to them. They realized then how the sheep’s expression had changed… the eyes… had its pupils always been so cat-like? They panicked more as the strings began dragging them along the grass… and towards the spire. The sheep led them inside, doors that materialized from nowhere suddenly swinging open, revealing complete and total darkness.

It was inside the spire that Shadow Milk revealed his true form to me. As soon as those doors swung shut, the sheep pranced into the darkness… and out came a gangly, blue cookie, dressed as a jester. My breath caught in my throat as he looked down at me with an overjoyed expression, floating in the air. I shrieked again as the puppeteer strings holding me snapped, sending me tumbling to the ground. It was only a few feet, so I quickly recovered and stood, gasping to find the jester right in front of me.

“Surprise! Sincerest apologies for the little trick I played on you, but I just can’t help myself when I see a naive cookie such as yourself so entranced by my spire.” His grin widened, and he did an exaggerated bow. “I’m sure you know me already, as I am the Master of Deceit!” He slowly looked up at me. “...but you can just call me Shadow Milk Cookie.”

My wide eyes never left him, and I felt too terrified to speak. So much had just happened… so this was one of the beast cookies the ancient heroes had warned us about? I knew they were supposedly inhabitants of Beast Yeast, but I always thought they might just be legends! Based on what I had heard… was he going to crumble me? Or worse? What were his intentions?

“Ah, I know!” He threw his head back, arm across his forehead. “You’re in awe, aren’t you?” He opened one of his eyes, smirking at me. “It’s not every day a little cookie such as yourself gets the opportunity to gaze upon a god!” He suddenly began circling me, and I turned to follow him, stumbling over my own feet. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything… or think anything, for that matter. I can hear the gears turning in your head – see the sparks, the smoke!” He paused, arms folded behind his back as he bent to get level with me. “And no, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m afraid I don’t have the heart to hurt such an adorable little cookie.” He cooed at me, and I blinked, feeling just a little less afraid. He thought I was cute…? And… Did he say god?!

He laughed as he read the motions I was going through like a book, twirling into the air again to float right before me. “Now, I’m sure you must be wondering: what is this place? What is this handsome and talented comedian planning to do with me?” He wagged a finger in front of his face. “Worry no more! I’ve decided I’m going to…” He trailed off, seeming to search for the right word, before his eyes lit up, grinning at me widely with those same sharp teeth. “Keep you for a while! You see, I only recently returned to the realm of the living, and I’m looking for some entertainment.” He nudged me on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “So, how about it? You wanna be a part of my spectacular show? No improv skills necessary – I can teach you!”

If Shadow Milk was being entirely honest with himself, he found the way the cookie was so fascinated with wild-life to be absolutely adorable. He decided on a whim he would make them a permanent addition to his spire; they would surely be enough entertainment to keep him satiated for at least a little while.

He looked shocked as I finally spoke up.

“I-I want you to let me go.”

He cocked his head at me, eyes wide. “Hmm?”

“How can I trust that you won’t hurt me? You just… snatched me out of the wilderness…” I gasped as he touched down on the ground, taking a step towards me, to which he cackled at me, making me take a retreating step backwards.

“Oh, come on! There’s no way I’m seriously scaring you…” He shot me another sharp-toothed grin, and I flinched at the sudden motion. “Come on~ when I said I wouldn’t hurt you, I meant it! I may be the Master of Deceit, but that doesn’t mean everything I say is a lie!”

I stared at him wearily… I didn’t trust this, not at all. That’s when Shadow Milk Cookie sighed in an exaggerated manner, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“Fine. If you’re gonna be this ridiculously afraid of me…” His face grew shadowed, and I took another few hurried steps back as his grin only widened. “...then I’ll just give you something to be afraid of.” He slowly raised his hands up on either side of his head… and wiggled his fingers. I felt my pulse sky-rocket. What was he going to do?!

“So, little cookie…” His voice and volume dipped drastically. “You better start running…” He chuckled evilly, taking another step towards me. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna get you!”

I froze on the spot, staring at him in utter disbelief. That was… and he was going to… what? And yet, even with how incredibly childish this sudden turn of events was, I found myself abruptly turning and running down one of the many halls, hearing his laugh ring out behind me. I had no idea if his actual intention was to tickle me or not, but witches forbid he actually do it and find out how ridiculously sensitive I was… if he caught me, I would be crumbs for sure! So I skidded down the halls, trying my best to ignore the fact that every staircase I climbed would seemingly emerge into an upside-down doppelganger of the previous room, or that the light sources from the windows would change, sometimes showing it was day, sometimes night, sometimes sunrise or sunset… I simply couldn’t wrap my head around it.

What I could wrap my head around, however, was the cackling and teases that sounded from somewhere behind me as I ran. “You better be quicker than that, I’m right behind you!~” “Aww, someone must be really ticklish with how fast they’re running!” “Whatever you do, don’t trip and fall~” I found myself senselessly blushing at his taunts… there was no way this was actually working on me…

Our chase met an abrupt end as I veered around a corner and crashed into a wall. I took a moment to regain my bearings, finding that there truly was no other way to go… it was over. I turned, back against the wall, as I watched his shadow slowly creep across the checkered floor.

“Now, wouldn’t it be just awful if I rounded this corner and it turned out to be a dead end?” His sarcasm-drenched voice rang out in a sing-songy manner, and my face heated up again… teasing prick… there was nowhere to go and nothing to do as he eventually floated around the corner, looking smug as ever. He faked a look of surprise to see me standing there just a few feet away.

“Oh, it truly is awful!” He twirled in the air, eyes fluttering shut as he clasped his hands next to his head in a dramatic manner. “The poor, little cookie meets their embarrassing demise at the hands of the tickle monster~” He glanced to the side, hand on his chin as he pretended to ponder. “Oh, oops, spoiler warning!” He cackled at his own joke, and I took the chance to dart around him… only to immediately be scooped up into his arms, holding me around my waist so I could hardly even squirm. “Now, where do you think you’re going, hmmm?”

I shrieked as his fingers started digging into my sides, struggling against his grip around me, barely holding back giggles as he laughed evilly. “Aww, can hardly keep quiet already? Oh, this will be so much fun!” He leaned in a little closer, trying to sound playfully intimidating. “Oh, and by the way, tickle monsters don’t get bored easily, so you better be prepared to do a lot of laughing~”

I nearly immediately erupted into giggles, squeaking in surprise as he suddenly sat on the ground, pulling me into his lap as he moved to my ribs. I gasped and thrashed desperately as he made pinching motions with his fingers, throwing my head back as pleas erupted out of me. “EEP! N-noho, st-stahahap!” I pushed weakly at his hands, and he only chuckled at my attempts to stop him.

“Now, how did you think you’d make it out of this place alive being so, so very sensitive?” He asked with an intrigued tone, raking his nails down the front of my body until he reached my hips, making me jerk in his arms. “If all it takes to tear down your defenses is a few pokes, you’re lucky you ran into me instead of a regular monster!”

“Th-this is soho dumb!” I managed to force out between giggles, my voice elevating in pitch as he started squeezing my hips. “AH!- d-don’t do thahat! Quit it!” I grabbed his wrists and tried prying his hands off of me, to which he responded by seamlessly moving them up my body again, skittering up and down wildly, proving I could do nothing to stop him.

“Aww, the little cookie seriously thinks they can get the big, bad monster to listen to them?” He cooed, chuckling as I struggled in vain. “Well, hate to break it to ya, but I won’t be satiated until you’re a little, melted puddle of giggles.” I pushed at his face to try getting him to look away from me as he grinned evilly, and he chuckled into my hands, tickling me under my arms to get them to slam back down against my body.

“What? What is it, huh? You don’t like being teased?” He leaned further down towards me as he drew out the word; my face must’ve practically caught on fire, because he cackled at my reaction. I shrieked in horror as he started teasing me in a high-pitched voice, his fingers crawling all over me too quickly for me to even try grabbing them. “Ah-coochie-coochie-coo! Tickle, tickle, tickle! The wittle adventurer can’t seem to stop giggling and blushing, can they?”

“SHUT UP!” I demanded through laughter, but my tone held no real bite – I resorted to hiding my face in my hands as he doubled down on what he was doing, instead, delighting in how easily he was getting under my skin.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad! After all, you’re a Hollyberrian, aren’t you? So, aren’t you supposed to be… strong? Resilient? Maybe not-so helplessly ticklish and easily ensnared in the arms of a beast?” My eyes widened a bit as his words – wait, he knew about Crispia? He recognized my attire… the idea was surprising to me. I quietly gasped as he suddenly picked me up, holding me close.

“Hmm… who’s a strong Hollyberrian I can use as an example here…?” He pretended to be thinking hard, gazing off into the distance. “Her name… it starts with an ‘R…’” I began shifting in his arms, gears in my head turning. I immediately had a name come to mind… but her? No, surely he didn’t mean he was going to…?

He suddenly snapped his fingers, his gaze shifting back to me. “Oh! Now I remember!” I started thrashing in his arms again before he even got the word out, already back to demanding he let me go, and I froze as the name left his lips, his face shadowed.

“Raspberry Cookie.” I burst into nervous, uncontrollable giggles as he quickly tugged my shirt up to just beneath my chest, inhaling deeply.

“SH-SHADOW MILK NO! D-DON’T YOU DARE! I- I SWEAR-” I fell into hysterics as he blew a raspberry right on my stomach, holding me up high and close enough that I could only frantically push at his head, legs kicking uselessly. A panicked string of pleas left me as he kept going, and I only grew more incomprehensible as he would occasionally make nomming noises, rubbing his face into my stomach as he did so, sometimes actually nibbling. It eventually got to the point where I was so flustered by the act he was putting on, I started playing along.

“NOHO MONSTER PLEAHEASE DON’T EAHEAT MEHEHE!” I helplessly begged, but in reality, I wasn’t sure I was even scared anymore… I was sort of finding this fun. It was clear his intentions were playful – maybe this beast cookie, who I had only ever heard the name of, wasn’t someone we should be afraid of?

He eventually came to a stop, panting a bit from the excessive inhaling and exhaling he had been doing, while I practically gasped for air, still wiggling in his arms, covering my face and twitching as phantom tickles wracked my body. He gently set me back onto his lap, and I hardly registered as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me a bit.

“It’s always so fun teasing you foolish little cookies”, he giggled, swiping a single finger against my side and causing me to jump. He veered back to look at me. “But you, by far, are the silliest, most sensitive little bundle of dough I’ve ever gotten my claws on!” I squirmed a bit, finding it strangely endearing as the beast nuzzled his face against the side of mine, cuteness aggression overtaking him. “Oh, I could just eat you up again! Such a cute little gift that was waiting for me outside my tower~” He pulled back again to look at me, and I swore I almost saw desperation in his eyes.

“Say you’ll stay.” The way his tone had dropped so suddenly, to sounding so serious… it took me off guard. My smile faltered – I was surprised.

“You’re… giving me a choice?”

He seemed to quickly play it off, blowing a raspberry and gently pushing me out of his lap as he looked away in what seemed to be embarrassment.

“Uhh, no, obviously not! If you leave…” His gaze slowly drew back to me, and he tried to look intimidating. “I’ll just come track you and down and drag you all the way back here!” He paused, averting his gaze again. “Unless you’re such a skilled wild-life expert that you manage to evade me and make it back home safely and you’ll never have to deal with me again because I’m just that horrible or something…” He muttered it quickly, and I couldn’t help giggling. Did he find showing mercy embarrassing?

“Well…” I slowly piped up, and he immediately turned his head to stare at me intently. “I… guess I could stay for a little while…” I couldn’t help but smile as his face lit up with pure joy — there was no deception there, I could tell. At the very least, his spire offered protection from the feral animals roaming outside, and it seemed like I kept him busy, distracting him from… whatever evil plans he supposedly had. Maybe I could convince him to help me study the biodiversity of the continent? He was definitely powerful, and could no doubt protect me if I was attacked. He might even find my studies entertaining.

“Oh, wonderful!” He cheered, squeezing me tightly, and I giggled a bit as he nuzzled his face against my neck aggressively. “We’re going to have so, so much fun! Come on!” I squeaked in surprise as he suddenly flew into the air, holding my wrist and forcing me to run behind him, leading me down the endless corridors of his spire.

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Some Ler!Tenna teases that have been floating around in my mind: "You like this, dont you? Of course you do! Come on, theres no denying it! Look at how big that smile is!" "And that wonderful laugh! It's enough to make me laugh along with ya! Oh, yes it is!" "Listen to that laugh, folks! Just makes ya wanna keep going and going! You love this, dontcha kid?" "Please? Why sweetheart, i just dont know what you mean! Please...keep going? Gotta be more specific, kiddo!" "You've been too tense this week, come on loosen up a little! Get those wiggles n giggles out! THERE you are! There's that laugh that i love to hear!"

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tenna evolution

warning spoilers for Deltarune chapter 3, spoilers in tags as well

I think we need to run

here I'll give you a head start voluntarily lies down voluntarily lies down voluntarily lies down voluntarily lies down volunta

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Umm. Tenna tickle headcanons to christen the blog (aside from my pinned):

(Contains ch.3 spoilers, proceed at own risk)

Lee:

I'd like to start off by saying: he's been lonely for a long time, which means that he's probably pretty touch starved. Attention starved, too. Which makes for a VERY interesting 1-2 combo when facing something as silly as tickling.

Has no idea he's ticklish, and definitely has no idea how to react. He's conflicted, because its a (somewhat) foreign feeling for him (as opposed to watching someone else's silly tickle fight (COUGHS LOUDLY Kris and their friends)) but on the other hand. The closeness and the contact has him wanting... more? He has no idea how to feel about it at first. He doesn't hate it, really, but it's definitely a new thing for him, personally, to be feeling.

The entire thing is a little overwhelming at first (but still fun!) so he has trouble pinning down where exactly is the worst for himself. But I will tell you: His sides, neck, ribs, and his antenna. Yeah. Grab one and wiggle it around, his screen will start to static. Actually, get him for long enough (or in multiple spots at once) and he'll static or start jumping stations at random.

Teasing him can go either way, really. Playful and mean? You're just riling him up for revenge. Sweet and complimenting? That's gonna make him too flustered for words for DAYS. Make a game of it somehow, and he'll play along... until he flips the tables on you. Anticipation does work, but taking too long makes him impatient and riles him up faster for revenge. Better pay attention to that fun-o-meter, because as soon as it tops out, you should run. If you can.

......Its really funny because he can't really handle someone being nice to him at all with that. He's gonna think about those compliments forever.

He tries his best not to change sizes at random, because he does NOT want to accidentally hurt anyone... buuuut if he gets a little too overwhelmed or flustered, he will shrink. It's generally a good idea to let him have a breather at this point.

........Would probably absolutely die if multiple people got him at the same time. Because WOOF he can't decide who to get revenge on first (if he can focus on anything other than laughing, at least) and do NOOOOOT turn and pretend to adress the audience while this is happening, because he's gonna teleport away so damn fast. He's shy.

His laugh starts out as a pretty basic laugh, but becomes static-laced after a bit. Turns entirely into static if targeting a death spot or when extremely flustered.

Poking him in the sides is a great way to make him jump. It flusters him if you feign innocence about it too, because damn it THATS MY MOVE-

Cling to him and watch him start struggling to get you off. Lmao even.

Has been tickled by his employees, but it's incredibly rare, due to... probably a silly clause in their contract, if we are being real. But sometimes one can get away with it and gets to get revenge for their Fallen Comrades. If he's already being tickled, one or two nearby employees might jump in and help, but WILL scatter before he can get back up.

Ler:

This guy gets SO playfully aggro, its almost not even funny. He doesn't always initiate, because he's busy hosting his shows, but he ALWAYS gets revenge. It's just a matter of when.

He gets so fucking silly with it, too. He'll play along, giving a (somewhat) fair chase for a bit... he knows every inch of his studio, how long do you really think anyone can hide from him? Plus, there are employees and actors who gladly will point him in his target's direction. Hey, keeps him busy. You know, away from THEM.

But once he decides he's done with the play chase? Yeah. His cute little target is done for. Quite literally either teleports behind them and tickles them right then and there, or snaps his fingers and teleports himself and them into a random stage. It depends on how his levels of silly compare to his want for revenge.

Teleporting behind his target and tickling them right there is reserved for extra silly, probably initiating tickles. He'll at least make sure you don't hit the floor, but he won't care too badly if anyone else is around. The staff don't judge, don't worry. They're just glad he didn't choose them this time.

Yes he does tickle his employees sometimes. Usually just to be silly or issue a playful punishment for... well, anything, really.

For teleporting himself and his target to a random stage? Revenge! It'll play out like a lot of other episodes, mostly quiz focused. Answer these questions correctly, or get tickled. Nevermind that the questions themselves are incredibly flustering and teasy already. He's GONNA strike, you just never know WHEN.

Even if you somehow got through all of those questions without any wrong answers, there's still the physical challenge. A battle. Don't even WORRY that he's pulled out the 'ACT ONLY' card, and that the only act is to plead. Don't even worry about it.

His (strangely pink) attacks might not hurt, but they sure as hell tickle. But hey, he gains some mercy every turn! It works out!

Even when getting revenge, he knows when someone's limit is reached. This TV host has just a BIT of mercy in his heart. He might not stop until they're exhausted and giggly beyond comprehension, but he does stop once that point is reached.

He's much more merciful if he initiates. Still likes to try and make a game of it either way, but this route is more like "how long can you keep your arms up" where if you can't? He just holds them up FOR you, because he is a good host trying to help his contestants out.

He's usually about 15 feet tall. That's enough to pick someone up and cradle them while wrecking them. He's gotten many Shadow guys, Zappers and others in this way. He's not gonna admit that he just likes to hold people sometimes (touch starved)

How is this guy so good at tickling? Well. Turns out you can absorb a lot via shows and watching the family/friends gathering. Plus he just keeps trying out new ideas on others, so he gets to see what works.

On that same note. Scary good at teasing. Can flip from being mean as hell to being surprisingly sweet and this is because he KNOWS the emotional whiplash makes things worse. The plot twist, or whatnot.

It's easy to tell when he's sillymoding. Because he's stalking around with a sly little grin on his screen. Everyone avoids him (until someone can't) when this occurs. He likes the power trip of seeing others with that incredibly nervous smile or barely-hidden giggling as he gets closer. Tries to prolong it, just to watch someone squirm.

Sometimes he forgoes the subtlety and walks out into the set and announces that he's gonna be on "a hunt for a sweet laugh" and watches everyone scatter.

Kind of guy to poke someone in the sides (or buttons) as he walks past and feigns innocence.

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what if i say that in my headcanon when shadow milk cookie is not in his original form and he gets a fit of uncontrolled laughter he is forced to transform back into his cookie form.. .. ..

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i need to stop.

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SO! request it is. A sweet thing from me is about engineers hand stump :3

What do you think about it as a tickle spot for him and do you have any headcanons for it? :3

FINALLY getting to requests omg I'm sorry guys!!

Ahh Engineer, old fixation of mine :' ) I do have some headcanons for his amputated arm, yes!

I'd like to think that while he may experience phantom pain sometimes, most of the time sensations across the end of his arm aren't painful at all.

I also don't think he's ashamed at all by the fact that he's missing a hand given the fact he likely cut it off himself to get that awesome robot hand lol, so I'd wager he's more than okay with being touched there.

He's almost always wearing his gunslinger, sometimes with a fake hand over it (probably so the metal doesn't get snagged on everyday objects), so definitely sensitive there since it's usually protected.

I'd think he's most ticklish to feathers there >w< rougher tickles don't really work, only light ones.

Will sometimes feel like you're tickling the palm of his hand more than his arm (phantom touch), which is definitely weird but it tickles nonetheless!

Probably gonna struggle to keep his arm still if you're using a feather, putting his head in his hand and trying to keep quiet with a chuckle slipping through here and there.

Once he eventually pulls his arm away, gonna tell you how lucky you are he doesn't have his gunslinger on or he'd be getting you back :' )

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Just wanted to tell you I love your cookie run tickle fics...and that drawing? It gave me butterflies! I love it! Happy to have you in the cookie run tickle community! It's not very active so it's always WONDERFUL to see a writer there...bonus if it's a writer and an artist! Still, your work is amazing! Remember to take care of yourself and drink water! Lol!

Ahhhhh omg thank you so much!! 😭😭 I'm glad I wasn't just feeling grandiose getting flustered over my own fics and art, I tend to question if my stuff is good enough so... even if its just a bunch of sketches, aka the art post from a few hours ago. But omg yay ty!! And I am making sure to eat and drink water rn, this week has been hell for me so it's much appreciated because I've definitely been forgetting to do thatttttt, also remember to drink water and eat too!! Goes for everyone reading this also!

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Uh oh it’s the tickle monster

He SO WOULD play up being evil while wrecking someone like it’s not even a question…

I struggled so hard to draw him for almost a week but I’ve finally decided to use my actual art style on this account for the first time ever, I’ve just been so nervous to bc my style is so recognizable if you somehow manage to find my main (I don’t use Tumblr except for this account), I hope he looks good in my style 😭

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Freudian Slip

Another SFW tickle fic of switch!Shadow Milk Cookie and switch!reader because I live and breathe for this dynamic right now omg... Starts off kind of dark but eventually so fluffy there might as well be a flock of sheep in the room. Also, Shadow Milk has too much affection to give but doesn't know how to so it comes out in the most back-handed manner possible (someone teach him it's okay to be friends with people PLEASE.)

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“Time for the main attraction!”

My anxious grip around my outfit tightened. Here, in my master’s spire, he had trapped a group of cookies who had no idea what they were dealing with, no idea what was in store for them… no idea they were moments from being crumbled.

I was not a servant to Shadow Milk Cookie of my own will. This servitude was forced — I had made the mistake of somehow thinking it would be a good idea to take shelter from a storm in the spire, hoping not to run into any inhabitants. Of course, his eyes, they’re everywhere… he found me immediately, and I was given an ultimatum: serve him, or crumble.

It had been a few months since then. Unfortunately, as much as I was disgusted by Shadow Milk’s actions, he was one of my only friends. His other minions I was certainly closer to, but he had a way of sometimes lowering his defenses so, so slightly, that I could see exactly what he was: lonely. I could understand that, even before I was captured. I saw him as someone who distrusted the outside deeply, so much so that either you worked under him or you were a threat, no in between. It didn’t excuse how many cookies I’d seen come to their violent end in his spire.

And so now, watching the group of helpless victims, I couldn’t ignore how my heart and my head raced, trying to decide if I should foolishly intervene. He was going to crumble them — I’d seen this look in his eye so many times before. He had made up his mind, and there was no convincing him otherwise. Normally, I would turn, sick to my stomach… but the random stragglers who turned up at his spire always came one by one. So now, five cookies, about to crumble before my very eyes? As his other servants — my friends, Black Sapphire and Candy Apple — stood on either side of me, I knew I couldn’t just watch… not again.

I knew exactly what to do as I charged forward, as he raised his staff, as I heard Black Sapphire Cookie quietly gasp. If I dared try to hurt him, there was no doubt he would crumble me. Further still, there was always the chance he would be so furious with me that he may torture me. As much as I wished I wasn’t, I was still a coward. I couldn’t bear the thought of meeting such an end, which is why I came to the conclusion of what to do as I reached forward, as his staff began to glow.

My arms wrapped around my master’s waist in an instant, my grip like steel. As I attempted to pull him backwards, letting my legs fall out from under me, my fingers dug into his sides, as harshly and quickly as they could. Shock was written all over the faces of the group I had just saved, and I shouted in an attempt to break their trance.

“RUN!”

My plan had worked — far better than I thought it would. The group didn’t waste a second and began sprinting under the landing we stood on and through the doorway beneath. My back hit the floor with a heavy thud, and even with the wind knocked out of me, I refused to let up, wanting to give them as much time to escape as possible. As for Shadow Milk, he had dropped his staff entirely, and sputtered in complete exasperation before loudly cackling. Luckily, he didn’t go straight to wrenching my arms off of him, which he could’ve done very easily, instead flailing.

“WHAHAT- WHAT ARE YOU- WHO’S DOING THIHIS?!” He screamed as my fingers moved to his ribs, gripping his head. “GEHET OFF MEHEHEEE!”

As expected, my moment was short-lived. As surprisingly cute as his reaction was to me, it was shattered in an instant as his fingers clutched my wrists, prying me off of him so forcefully that I’m sure I was bruised. He spun off of me and into the air, gasping and gripping his sides. His enraged glare fell on me, instilling me with terror. I scrambled backwards, feet pushing frantically at the floor as his slitted pupils followed.

“YOU.”

He hissed the word like air escaping from a vent. I let out a choked gasp as puppeteer strings constricted my arms, dragging me into the air before him. His eye twitched, razor-like teeth gnashed together. I felt my stomach drop. There was no way I was going to survive this.

“Minions!” He snapped, his gaze never leaving me. “Go stop those cookies.” I heard the consequential hurried squeaking of shoes on the polished tile, not one of them saying a word. They knew better than to draw any sort of attention to themselves, lest they feel his wrath. As anxious as I was, our locked eyes never parted, even as he floated closer.

“I bet you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you?!” He snarled, shaky hands balled into fists at his sides. “Well it’s not very funny, not funny at all.” He snapped his fingers and we were suddenly in a secluded room. The strings holding me up were gone, and I was dropped unceremoniously to the floor, managing to land in a way that didn’t hurt too badly. As I tried to stand, he was already towering over me, pushing me back down and ensuring I stayed there.

“You know, I’ve gotta hand it to you…” His sudden break into a jovial tone worried me. He must’ve already figured out what my punishment would be.

“You really did trick me! Trick me into thinking I could trust you not to do anything behind my back!” I felt a pang of guilt — I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it. He… trusted me?

“But so much for that!” He laughed, kicking his legs and drifting away. He suddenly veered right back, his face shadowed as he grinned.

“So! Any idea what I’m gonna do to punish you?”

I stayed still, rooted to the spot.

“Because I know exactly what’s gonna happen.” His eyes scanned my body as he hummed loudly — the tension was horrible. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for a sharp pain, to feel my dough cracking. But it never came. Instead, the sensation of fingers scurrying across my sides forced my eyes back open. He giggled as I gasped, trying frantically to grab his wrists.

“Oh, good! If you weren’t ticklish, you were gonna get thrown in the river!” He pouted. “And even I wouldn’t have wanted that!” As I fought to keep myself from laughing, I wondered if he was really going to do that… because compared to what I pictured he would do to me, this was extremely tame.

“Sh-Shadow Milk!-“ I tried to speak, but could only force out a few words without laughing. “I’m… sorry!” He sputtered before cackling, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Oh, you’re sorry? Yeah, you’re about to be even more sorry than you ever thought possible!” I burst into uncontrollable giggles as he spidered his nails up and down with speed, finally managing to grasp his wrists. Even then, it proved pointless, as each push against him did absolutely nothing. He was so strong that I might as well have been trying to move a brick wall.

“You’re so, so sorry, aren’t you?” He chuckled. “So very, very sorry! So sorry that you let me know so very politely that you’re ticklish here, and” — his nails spidered up to my armpits — “here, and” — they dragged all the way back down to my stomach, and so on. I frantically pushed at his arms, at his chest, basically anywhere I could, but he didn’t move an inch, never faltered for a second. I threw myself against the ground and laughed helplessly, trying to crawl backwards. He giggled and grabbed my legs, dragging me back underneath him.

“Oh, so, so close to escaping!” He mused. “Try that again and I might have to force you still!” He smirked. “And I think we both know you’d prefer being able to squirm around, even though you can’t stop me no matter how hard ya try~” He froze with his hands inches from my stomach, a wide smile plastered to his face, fingers twitching. “Go on. Push me away, since you keep acting like it’ll do something.”

“M-master, stop teasing me!” I squeaked, opting to hide my face instead. His cackle split the air again, and his fingers drummed rhythmically against my stomach. Even with my face hidden, I could just picture that bastard smirking again.

“Stop teasing you? But it’s just my favorite thing to do! You’re so, so, so very entertaining!” I screeched as he showed me just how much he had been holding back, nails digging into my stomach and following me whichever way I squirmed. “You’re just sooo cute when you wiggle around like that! What, you can’t take it?” He pouted mockingly. “Is it just too much? You gonna cry?”

I hiccupped and flailed underneath him, too flustered to even try responding. I was also confused: he had been so angry with me, at the very least I figured he would have made this experience more torturous? He seemed way too playful to actually be taking this “punishment” seriously. At the same time, I sure wasn’t complaining. I would never admit it, because he’d never let me live it down, but I actually found myself kind of enjoying it. It was rare to get Shadow Milk Cookie in such a genuinely playful mood without it being sadism in disguise, something that took a lot of pressure off of his servants. I was snapped back into focus as he fluttered his fingers against my neck, making me shriek before desperately covering my mouth.

“Aw, come on, you know I can still see you blushing, right?” He giggled at my immediate attempt to cover more of my face by using my arms, which escalated into maniacal laughter as he took the opportunity to shove his fingers under them, making me regret my decision dearly.

“Wowww, falling for a trick like that? I’d expect you to know better by now!” Before I could instinctively go back to trying to push him off of me, he practically collapsed on top of me, and a string of panicked pleas left me as he blew a raspberry right on my neck.

“WAIHAIT- SHAHADOW- MAHA- MAHASTER!-” I struggled to get any kind of words out, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

“Whaaat? I’m not doing anything! Nothing at all!” He innocently batted his eyelashes (right against me), and I nearly screamed in response. Fear shot straight through me as he let out an over-the-top evil cackle… oh no.

“Beg for your life!” He shouted it in an exaggeratedly evil tone before blowing raspberry, after raspberry, after raspberry, leaving me clawing at his shoulders, his back, pretty much anywhere, throwing my head back as tears streamed down my overheated face, desperately trying to put my arms back down to cover myself, or shove him away from my neck. As soon as he had started, I obeyed.

“MAHAHASTER PLEASE NO NO NOHOHO!” I cried out, struggling so immensely it showed me just how strong he really was to be having no reaction whatsoever besides laughing at my misery. Finally, after several rounds of begging, I gasped for air as he suddenly stopped, gathering me into his arms and spinning into the air. I was too helplessly flustered to even begin to process how overjoyed he seemed, compared to his usual condescendingly-confident display he’d put on for others.

“OH you are just so, so, so, so cute!” I giggled and squirmed, still trying to hide my face as he squeezed me tightly, nuzzling me… seriously, what had gotten into him?

“This is why you’re my favorite!” My eyes immediately opened wide, and I stared at him in disbelief. His wide smile lasted maybe a second longer once I looked at him, because he seemed to realize what he said. I didn’t think it was possible for blush to appear as quickly as it did, but as his face turned an even deeper shade of blue, he coughed into his arm and quickly set me back on the ground.

“S-So!” He crossed his arms and looked down at me disapprovingly. “I’m sure the punishment was… sufficient in teaching you not to cross me!” He tried to make a scary face at me, but it didn’t make the blue hue that was still there any less apparent. “Because next time… you will end up in the river! Got it?!”

“I’m your favorite?” I couldn’t help the quiet question that left my lips, and he looked shocked I had even dared repeat what he said. He tried to look angry, but I could tell he was faking it.

“NO!” He shouted it so loudly it hurt my ears. He backed up a bit, hesitating before adding much more quietly, “You’re just a lot less annoying than those other two, okay?! I tolerate you! You and your…” He puffed out his cheeks and glanced around as he frantically tried to think of what to add. “You and your obnoxious, not-even-that-adorable laughter!” I couldn’t help but smile. He was normally a master at manipulation and lying, so this was hilarious to watch. “Now go help the other two!” He snapped before turning and flying away; I swore his face was practically glowing by the time he left.

I took a moment to try processing everything that happened before turning and starting my trek down the long, winding corridors. Yeah, this guy had no idea how to handle friendship.

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I’m beginning to consider maybe letting myself get more attached to this community 😶 this whole time I’ve stuck strictly to posting my fics and art and reblogging stuff from others I thought was cute, because I didn’t want to end up having any uncomfortable interactions, whether it be a minor trying to get close to me or someone from the NSFW side of the community requesting that kind of stuff…

So right now I’m thinking about opening my ask box? Would anyone be interested in that? I’d be good answering headcanon requests and small things like that for my current interests and also so so badly want to see what headcanons others have!! Also if anyone has any questions about me honestly, as long as it’s not, weird, if that makes sense.

So yeah I’ve just decided, I’m opening the box! You can submit requests, but please understand there’s no guarantee I will complete it. Right now I’m fixated VERY hard on blue cookie man so if you want a request done that’s your best bet