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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.

#shadow milk good ending #has so much fun with this random cookie he forgets all about his soul jam #realistically he wouldnt but yk!#tickles #sfw tickling community #cookie run kingdom tickles #shadow milk cookie crk

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teamfortraven · 2 months ago

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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.

#guys theres another tv now #sfw tickling community #tickles #deltarune #tenna deltarune

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