trashyswitch

[trashyswitch]

A Cat and a Parental Betrayal

Well…it is official. I have been shouted at for helping out a stray cat. Me and my boyfriend found a tuxedo cat standing at our door. My boyfriend wanted to help it, and we kept it overnight and fed it in the morning. We don’t have much money, but we have cat toys, essentials and cat food from the dollar store to help the cat.

We are holding onto him until we find its owner…And my parents have now shouted at me for being ‘immature’, ‘impulsive’ and ‘stupid’ for bringing a stray inside. A stray that is actually litterbox trained, docile around humans, and LOVES affection. A male too, by the way. And my boyfriend LOVES HIM. My boyfriend has been so stressed lately, and the cat has actually helped him cope with things.

And Mom and Dad shout at me for doing such a thing and not letting it go.

I genuinely wanna know: am I the asshole for taking in a stray cat and looking for its owner?

[trashyswitch]

The Afton Family Reunion

Current Recordings and Past Memories

Michael insists on showing his Mom the video tape he made of his father being tickled by Uncle Henry. Amazingly, the video ends up reminding his Mom of old times with his father...

This sequel was suggested by @Jojojoelley2004 on AO3. Sorry it took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Michael turned on the camera to make sure it connected properly. The boy had set up the video-cassette to the TV already, but wanted to make sure the red, yellow and white plugs connected properly. The cord at their home had always been a little finicky, which caused a bit of hassle when connecting anything to their TV. Why Dad refused to buy them a new cord is beyond him. It would make life so much easier! Dad makes good money, so surely they could afford it. But alas, he had no room or authority to argue with his father. His father would tell him “You’ll never understand until you have a job and kids of your own”. Which is completely fair, but still…Shouldn’t a TV cord be important?

“Mom! You coming?” Michael asked over his shoulder. He’d been waiting all day to show his Mom the video he recorded of his Dad being tickled by Henry. Up until then, Michael somewhat knew his Dad was ticklish, but not as much as Uncle Henry had now shown them. 

Mom always warned them to not tickle his Dad’s feet because “You might get kicked”. A good thing to remember, but still…He hadn’t seen it in action until Uncle Henry did it yesterday. And that was hilarious! So…Maybe it’s worth the risk? 

Plus, Michael had been tickled on his feet before by Chris, and managed to stop himself from kicking him. So if he can do it, then can’t Dad stop himself too? 

“Almost done, Michael!” He heard from the kitchen. “You know, these dishes would be done much faster if you came and helped.” She told him. 

“I was setting up the videotape. I can come help now, if you want.” Michael offered. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m just about done now.” She replied back. 

“Okay.” Michael responded. Truth is, he really didn’t want to do the dishes. But he offered to help because ‘you need to help out more’. It’s a statement that Mom and Dad have repeated so many times over. But of course, the one time he offers, Mom doesn’t need it. And you know what? Now she can’t get mad at him for it. 

He listened carefully as his mother turned off the water and started to walk to the living room. Just as one final test, Michael played the first couple seconds of the video, hearing his father’s laugh for only a couple seconds, before pausing it again and setting it to the beginning. It works perfectly! And now, Mom gets to see the video! 

“Alright. You wanted to show me something?” She asked him, looking at the TV. 

“Yeah! Come sit.” Michael offered, patting the spot beside him. 

Michael noticed the smile that filled her lips as she sat. Apparently she was impressed by her son’s etiquette? “You seem excited.” She admitted. 

“I recorded this yesterday. Dad and Uncle Henry were being childish and stupid with the animatronics.” He admitted. “But the part I recorded was oscar-worthy!” Michael admitted, before starting the video. His Mom watched the video with a smirk on her face. 

The video showed Chris giggling and laughing, pointing at his laughing father as William was being tickled by his best friend on both his feet. 

“Oh goodness!” She started giggling. 

“Isn’t that awesome?!” Michael reacted. 

“I mean, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She admitted. “But I guess you kids haven’t had the chance to tickle your father yet.” She admitted. 

Michael chuckled. “It’s kinda scary…Especially when going for the feet.” Michael told his mom. “Cause you always warned us to not tickle his feet unless we wanna get kicked.” Michael admitted. 

She laughed. “Oh boy…There’s a reason I warn you of that…” She admitted aloud. 

Michael looked at her mother with surprise. “What?” 

“Valentine’s Day when we were dating. I think it was 3 years into our relationship. Your father and I were having a movie night at your grandma’s house. We had the popcorn in our laps, the Coke bottles ready on the table, and Star Wars: A New Hope ready on the TV. We had just finished watching the movie backwards while rewinding it, laughing at how silly the movie looked when going in reverse.” She chuckled. “Good times…” 

Michael smiled a little bit, before covering it up. “So what happened?” 

“Well…” She began to reminisce. 

[I remember clicking the play button on the movie player, watching eagerly as the LucasFilms logo displayed on my parents’ TV. Will was sitting beside me, holding my hand with one, while shovelling popcorn into his mouth with the other. Oh Will…He was such a sci-fi dork back in the day. We had gone to watch the movie in theaters, and he wouldn’t stop talking my ear off afterwards. So as a Valentine’s Day gift, I gave him the VHS tape of the movie. And the excitement on his face was priceless! He looked like he had been told he’s going to Disney World for the first time! I can even recall the words he shouted in the living room: 

“I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER!” Will shouted, the words echoing through the house. 

I could hear my mother giggling to herself as she knitted nearby. “Oh Will…It took you this long to see it?” She had joked. 

That night, we sat down for the movie night. But as he continued shovelling popcorn into his mouth like an animal, I noticed a couple pieces had rolled down his shirt. It didn’t take long for me to see this. I figured at least a couple pieces would fall out, considering how wild he was eating. I remember reaching down to his shirt, and grabbing them off his shirt. It seemed like such a simple thing to do…But apparently, Will was so ticklish, he ended up jumping and staring at me with shock. “What was that for?!” He had asked me. 

I had playfully waved the popcorn in my hand at him. Clearly I was stealing some run-away popcorn. 

“Okay, good…Cause I don’t want you tickling me while we watch.” He admitted. 

“How come?” I asked playfully. 

“Cause I love this movie, and I wanna savor every moment!” Will had told me. 

“But we watched it in theatres. You’ve seen it already.” I reminded him. 

“Still…This is the best movie, and I want to get invested in it.” He told me, staring at the TV with his blue eyes. 

“A little reminder of who gifted you this movie?” I teased, fluttering a finger against his ear. 

Will squirmed and squeaked. “Clara!” Will whined like a little child.] 

“Hold on…” Michael suddenly spoke up. 

“Yes?” She said, being patient with her interrupting son. “When you mean ‘whine like a child’, do you mean ‘chris-type’ whining?” Michael asked. 

“Yup, almost exactly how Chris does it. In fact, I’d say you and Chris both whined like your father used to.” She admitted. 

Michael grumbled and crossed his arms, attempting to hide his embarrassment. “No I didn’t…” He mumbled. 

“Suuure…” She chuckled and continued with the story. 

[Your father was a bit of a whiner, despite being 19 years old. It was a little funny. But, I let it slide because if I was honest…it was a little cute. But anyway, he started whining. “Okay, okay. Thank you Clara, for giving me this copy. Now can I watch?” He had asked me. 

“Only if you give me a kiss~” I had winked at him.] 

“Ugh, Mom…” Michael groaned. “I don’t need to hear all the details of your love life. I get it.” Michael complained. 

She laughed a little bit and shook her head with a smile. “Oh, fine.” She muttered. 

[Will gave me the kiss I wanted, and we started to watch the film. We were just getting to the moment when Luke Skywalker was admiring the two moons, when I saw another couple pieces of popcorn fall from your father’s hand. Only this time, it had fallen to his feet. Now back in the day, I was a little playful lady. So just like with his stomach, I grabbed the popcorn from his feet. And boy…that was a big mistake. Because the moment I even slightly touched his foot-] 

“BOOM!” She slapped the pillow for a more dramatic effect. “He nearly kicked me in the chest!” She admitted. “But much to his luck-” She leaned in to whisper the next part. “-And my dismay…” She sat back up. “My popcorn bowl was covering my chest. So his foot had kicked the bowl! Oh, popcorn went absolutely everywhere!” She described. 

Michael bursted out laughing. “Ohoho my god!” He reacted. “I was just staring at him, shocked. Popcorn was in my hair, down my blouse, on the couch, on the floor, it was all over the place. And your father…”

[I slowly look up to see Will, staring at me with shock and horror of his own. He looked like he was fearing for his life! 

But I pulled myself together, and smiled a little bit. “Ticklish feet, huh?” I teased him instead. 

“Y-Yeah…” Was all he could say. 

Now…I could’ve chosen to clean up the mess…Or at the very least, dust myself off like a proper woman. But…I think you’re about to find out where your sister gets the mischief from.] 

She winks, leaving Michael in suspension. [I dove for his feet and started tickling them. Your father was protesting and threatening to kick me. But if I’m gonna be honest, your father may have underestimated just how strong I was. Cause no amount of screams for mercy were going to stop me. He made me a buttery, popcorny mess. So I was just indulging him this one time, so I could get his crazy reactions. 

“CLARA STAHAP! GET OFF MEHEHEHEEE!” “IHIHI’M GONNA KICK YOHOHOHOU!” 

“MEHEHERRCYYY!” 

“PLEEEEHEHEEHEHEASE! IHIHI’M GOHONNA DIEHEHEHEE!”] 

“It was almost identical to the laughter your uncle Henry unlocked yesterday on your video tape!” She admitted. 

Michael looked at the video, and smiled brightly as he watched his little sister attack their Dad’s sides. His Dad looked so happy! Like, almost hysterical! He hadn’t seen that side of his father before. 

[And of course, I had to stop tickling him before I killed him. The poor man can’t handle many tickles before he starts hiccuping like a confused baby. And though I did get him laughing until that point, I would never go farther than that. That would be too mean. 

But he did end up getting revenge on me when the credits started to roll. And I was too sucked into the movie to even notice he was ganging up on me until it was too late. So he tickled me some, and I tickled his belly back. We did end up having to clean up the basement carpet with the vacuum. And the couch needed to be vacuumed as well. And of course, I needed a shower after getting butter all over me. But you know what?] 

“It was worth it to hear him laugh like that.” She admitted. 

“I bet it was! Dad’s laugh is hilarious!” Michael admitted. 

“You know…your laugh kinda reminds me of your father’s at your age…” She admitted with a smirk. 

Michael’s smile dropped slightly as he quickly noticed the playful glint in her eye…the same glint that Liz often had…And now, his Mom was showing it too. “M-Mom?” Michael mumbled. 

“And if I recall…” Her smirk widened as she lowered her fingers towards Michael’s feet. “There’s someone else in this house…” She immediately grabbed his foot and started tickling it. “-That has Will’s ticklish tootsies!” 

“BAHAhahaha! Mohohom NOHOHO!” Michael threw his head back and pulled on his foot to no avail. “Nooo? No what?” She asked in a playful, sly voice. 

“NOhohoho tihickling!” Michael tried to answer her. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of adorable laughter!” She teased next. 

“Ihihihi’m nohohot adohorable!” Michael tried to tell her. 

“Ooooh, you can play the tough, big man to your friends all you want.” She giggled. “But you can’t hide the truth from me!” She reminded him. 

“Mohom- MOM- WAIT!” Michael gasped and covered his mouth. 

“Oooh, I guess someone’s little toesies are still ticklish?” She teased, very gently fluttering her nails under his toes. 

“NONO-” Michael wheezed. “GAHAHAHAHA! MOOOOM! Stahahap!” Michael snorted and shook his head. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” Michael whined through his laughter. 

Mrs. Afton laughed at his words, and lessened her attack a little bit. “That is, word for word, something your father has said to me many times.” She admitted. 

“Whahat?” Michael asked, his left eye closed as he struggled to focus on her words rather than the tickles. 

She smirked slightly and changed her voice to be a little higher. “I can’t tickle you back! This isn’t fair!” She mocked her husband. “That’s exactly what your father always said.” She admitted. 

Michael’s laughter had lessened somewhat, but the teasy little flutters were still leaving him squeaking and giggling in almost an embarrassing pitch. He couldn’t cover his face, even if he wanted to. He was too busy hugging his aching belly. Every little flick and flutter against his toes, made him wanna giggle like a toddler. And he couldn’t tell if he liked this giddy feeling, or hated how vulnerable he felt. Perhaps a mix of both? It was really hard to tell when your only thoughts are ‘NOT THERE! EEK! NO! HELP! EEK!’. 

“Alright, I think I got my point across.” She moved her fingers away and looked at the TV. By this point, the video had finished, and returned to the 0:00 part of the video. Michael was rubbing his feet on the couch to stop the phantom tickles plaguing his poor toes. He was still breathless, with the occasional giggle and laugh jumping out in between. 

“But in all honesty, your video is amazing. If you want, I can burn the video onto a disc.” She offered. 

“Really?!” Michael reacted. He looked visibly happy, and somewhat shocked by his mother’s encouraging words. 

“Of course! If I had a video like this years ago, I would’ve kept it in a special place till the day I die.” She admitted. “But I’ll need your help working the computer.” She admitted. 

“I can do that.” Michael admitted. 

“Cause…You know, I’m not as tech-savvy as your father.” She teased. “I barely know how to run the VCR.” She joked. 

Michael rolled his eyes. “It’s easy, Mom. Click the power button, click the eject button, and put a VHS into the VCR.” Michael reminded her. 

“Small problem:” She smirked and held up a cassette tape. “It’s too small.” 

Michael stared at his mom with a mixture of shock and amusement. “...Are you fucking serious?” He asked. 

Mrs. Afton gasped and threw the cassette tape at his head. “Michael! We do not swear in this house!” She reacted. 

Michael laughed as the cassette tape hit his forehead. “Mahaybe you don’t.” Michael joked. 

…And that was all Michael could say before his laughter filled the living room once again. He may be a teenager by this point. But it appears that his mother has never let go of his toddler years…Or his father’s younger years, for that matter. 

[trashyswitch]

How to Beat Your Brother At His Game

Michael and his friends are tormenting his little brother again...And Evan is sick of it. So, when things get desperate, he exposes a secret about his brother that completely throw his friends for a loop.

God...It has been ages. How long has it been? *Checks AO3* Oh shit...March 27th. That's a long time. My bad, guys...I've been in haitus, if I'm honest. I moved into a new place with my boyfriend, and I'm loving every second of it. I'm also a step mom now, so I'm getting used to having a little child over on the weekends. With that all happening, I think I've finally mentally come to terms with my new life. And...I can feel my need to write growing with every passing week. Just a few days ago, I got so into writing, that I finished 3 fanfictions in 3 days. So...I think it's time to upload a couple more fanfictions. :3

This fanfic was suggested by @jinx198 on AO3. I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Michael, and his friends were tormenting Michael’s little brother at home. It was 2 days before Evan’s birthday party at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza…And Evan was scared out of his skin. Evan had always found the animatronics to be terrifying, especially when Dad or Michael made him move closer to them. No matter how much his Dad would tell him that ‘they’ll never hurt you’ and ‘they’re not that scary’, Evan just did not believe him. No amount of ‘exposure therapy’ was ever going to change how terrifying those robots look. 

The only way Evan would ever consider getting closer to them, is if those awful, metal teeth were removed. Those robots had sharp metal teeth in their jaws that threatened to pierce you like a needle, or crush you like a grape. Each tooth looked bigger than the others, and the poor boy couldn’t understand why his uncle had to make these robots with giant teeth in them. They were scary! And now he has to go see those robots for his birthday! 

Why couldn’t he go to Planet Kid instead?! 

“Hey Evan!” Evan’s thoughts were interrupted by his brother, who suddenly appeared at his bedroom door. “Foxy’s here!” 

Without any warning, a Foxy mask came flying towards him! 

“aAH!” Evan shrieked and jumped out of the way of the mask. “Michael!” 

“Oh my bad, did I scare you?” Michael asked, snickering evilly. 

“No no, I think he wants Bonnie.” One of friends said before throwing the Bonnie mask at Evan to scare him further. 

Evan scooted himself back towards the bed. “Stop it!” 

“Come on, it’s my turn!” One of Michael’s other friends said in a low voice as a Freddy mask was thrown at him. 

Evan screeched and covered his face, blocking the freddy mask from hitting him in the head. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Evan shouted. 

“Hey Evan! You want some pizza? o-WHOOPS!” The chica mask went flying towards Evan, hitting him in the arms. 

“I HATE YOU!” Evan shouted, throwing the foam masks back at his brother. 

But the group of boys laughed and caught the masks, clearly unphased by his throws. “Oh come on, Evan! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Michael argued. 

“You’re evil! I hate you!” Evan shouted, throwing a pillow at his big brother. 

But Michael caught the pillow perfectly and threw it right back at his little brother. The pillow inevitably ended up hitting Evan in the face, muffling his crying for only a moment. But that moment was just long enough to make everyone else burst out laughing. 

“MOMMY!” Evan shouted and tried to run out of the room. But one of his friends, who was dawning the Freddy mask once again, closed the door on him. Then, Michael stood against the door to prevent him from leaving. 

Evan grabbed the doorknob and pulled on it with as much strength as his little body had. But because his friend was much bigger than him, the door wouldn’t budge! He was stuck in there! “MOMMY HELP!” Evan shouted. 

“Awww, is de poor baby crying for mommy?” Michael mocked, leaning over to look at his little brother. “So scared, and nowhere to run!” He teased. 

“Open the door!” Evan yelled. 

But Michael smirked and pushed him back. “Or what? You’ll cry?” Michael taunted. “Are you gonna go ‘Waah waah waah! Michael’s being mean again’? You think Mom likes hearing you cry all the time?” Michael taunted further. 

“LET ME OUT!” Evan shouted. 

“Yeah, keep fighting all you want. No one’s here to help you.” Michael muttered aloud. 

“MICHAEL!” Evan started trying to push Michael away from the door. But once again, nothing was budging. Michael was bigger than him, and therefore invincible compared to Evan. But…He wasn’t entirely invincible…

“You’re stuck in here until you fa-aAH!” Michael jumped and yelped, curling inwards. “What the-” Michael gasped and held his stomach. “Evan stOP!” 

“What’s he doing, man?” The friend with the chica mask asked.

“He- FuckFUHUCK-!” Michael covered his mouth and tried to move away from him. 

“I’m making him move!” Evan yelled, poking and squeezing his sides. 

“EvAN NO!” Michael squeaked. 

“Wait, what?!” The friend with the bonnie mask reacted with a gasp. 

“Holy shit!” The friend with the chica mask leaned in, and quickly noticed the smile breaking through his hands. “You’re ticklish?!” He asked, shocked. 

“Is he?!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask said next. “Oh crap- He IS!” 

“That’s hilarious!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“EvanSTAHAP! NOhoho!” Michael finally fell to his side, laughing into his hand. 

“Yeah! He’s very ticklish! More ticklish than me!” Evan reacted. 

“More than you?!” The friend with the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Yeah!” Evan reacted. 

“EVAN DOHOHON’T!” Michael shouted.

“But where?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“Oh, that’s easy! His ribs, his armpits, his neck, even his feet!” Evan reacted, leaning over and tickling Michael’s feet slightly, to get him kicking and squealing. 

“Ehehehevan! Ihihi hahate yohohou!” Michael whined. 

“Oh come on, Michael! It’s just a joke! Stop being such a crybaby!” Evan cheered excitedly. It looked like hearing his own words being muttered back to him, had given him more confidence. 

“Ohoho! Burn!” The kid with the Chica mask reacted. 

“This is awesome!” The kid in the Freddy mask reacted. 

“Just to clarify, you said his ribs?” The friend with the Bonnie Mask asked Evan as he poked his ribs. 

“SHIHITNO! STAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shrieked, his laughter growing slightly louder as his wiggling intensified.

“Yup!” Evan responded proudly. “Clawing is his BIGGEST weakness. He’ll be screaming like a husky in no time!” Evan admitted.

“Evahahan! STAhahahap!” Michael growled through his laughter as he kept wiggling and trying to push his friends away. “Ihihi’ll gehehet yohou for thihihis!” He reacted.

“Never in a million years, did I think THEE Michael Afton would be this ticklish!” The friend with the Chica mask reacted. 

“I know, right?! It’s hilarious!” The friend with the Bonnie mask responded. 

The friend with the Chica mask knelt down beside Michael’s head and gently scratched a finger on the back of his neck. “Neck too, you said?” He asked. 

Evan smiled. “Yup!” He responded rather proudly. 

“SHIHIHIT-” Michael leaned his head back, lifting his shoulders up. “STAHAHAP IHIHIT! HAHAHA!” He had only been tickled for a few seconds, and he was already cackling! 

“Aww, cool! I wanna try!” The friend with the Freddy mask responded. “Evan, can I try?” He asked. 

Evan turned to him. “Sure!” 

He looked his best friend up and down. “Any idea where to tickle? So many spots are already taken!” The boy with the Freddy mask asked him. 

“Oh! Oh! Try his tummy! His belly button’s a killer!” Evan reacted with a childish smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, but…I don’t wanna kill him.” He told him, kneeling down and tickling his belly. “Yet.” He added with a smirk. “SHIHITSHITSHIT PLEEEHEHEHEASE STAHAP!” Michael was rolling around, losing it with laughter. Though his feet were kicking all over the place, his arms were stuck against his sides to prevent anyone from getting his armpits. But no matter how much he tried to hide the spot, one of his friends managed to successfully worm their fingers into his one armpit. And when that happened, that’s when even MORE hell broke loose! The poor boy looked like he was dying of laughter! His face was growing more and more red by the minute…And it was getting to a point where Evan had to fall back to save his brother from choking on his own laughter. It was like his friend said: He didn’t want to kill him! 

…Yet. 

 “GUHUHUHUYS PLEEEHEHEEASE!” Michael shouted. “HAHAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEEEEASE!” 

“Damn! He’s begging a lot!” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“He really is!” The friend with the Freddy mask added. 

“What is it, Laugh-ton?” The friend with the Chica mask asked. 

“STAHAHAHAP IHIT!” Michael shouted next.

“But then we’d have to go back to bothering Evan!” The friend with the Bonnie mask admitted. 

“And that’s boring compared to this!” The friend with the Freddy mask admitted next.

“And there’s no way we’re going back to that now!” The friend with the Chica mask responded. 

Evan’s face lit up when he heard all this. Michael’s ticklishness was more interesting than bullying me?! Oh my gosh!! If Even knew this before now, he would’ve exploited his brother’s weakness a lot sooner! Who knew a simple few pokes could give the best revenge plan ever?! 

“EHEHEVAN HEHEHELP MEEEE!” He could hear through his thoughts.  “IHIHIHI’M GONNA DIEEEEE!” He cried out desperately.

Evan looked over, and quickly began to worry. As much as the little boy was enjoying seeing his brother being tormented for once, Michael was looking super out of breath. And…He looked like he needed help. So, Evan decided to be the better person. 

“Hey guys, I think he’s had enough.” Evan warned them softly. 

“Michael? Oh god no. This is nothing!” The friend with the Bonnie Mask spoke up. 

“Don’t worry, kid. We’re standing up for you now.” The boy with the Chica mask told him. 

“He’ll be fine. I’ve been tickled longer than this before.” The guy with the Freddy mask mentioned. 

“B-But…He’s super ticklish!” Evan admitted. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael shouted out. 

“Well, that’s his fault for being so ticklish!” The boy with the Chica mask mentioned. 

Evan groaned slightly. This isn’t right. He’s gonna choke if they’re not careful. Screw being the better person. Time to be the little tormentor he’s known for! 

Evan ran up to the boy with the Chica mask and started tickling his sides. 

“aAH SHIT!” The boy fell onto his side and squealed, not at all expecting such a strong tackle from a little kid. “WhOA! WHOHOHOA!” 

“I told you to stop!” Evan yelled as he squeezed and spidered his sides. 

“BAHAHAHA- eEEEK! EVAN STAHAP!” The boy yelled, rolling around wildly. 

“What the-” The boy with the Bonnie mask looked up at the new commotion. 

“BAHACKSTABBER! BETRAHAHAHAYAL!” The boy shouted. 

As you can probably tell, this tickle attack was more than enough to distract the rest of Michael’s friends from their previous task at hand. This gave Michael a chance to finally breathe, calm down and observe the new scene. 

Despite Michael’s friend being much bigger and stronger, Evan was surprisingly able to keep himself on top of him through the wiggling. That alone shocked everyone in the room, including Michael who was slowly gaining back his energy. 

Though Michael was worried his brother was gonna fall and get crushed by his friend…He was also quite impressed with him. Not only did Evan stand up for him when he was down, but he willingly risked injury to stop his friends from killing him! And to be honest, Michael was very thankful. He could feel his legs and chest starting to give out just before Evan had switched things up. 

When Michael came back to the present, he quickly noticed that his other friends were trying to tickle Evan off the boy with the chica mask. And though Evan was visibly laughing and curling up, he wasn’t backing down. It looked like years of tickling his little brother had helped Evan build up more of a tolerance. 

With that in mind, Michael threw himself up and grabbed his friend in the Freddy mask. “Get over here!” He yelled, roughly tackling him down. 

“HEY! Careful!” The friend reacted, staring him down through the Freddy mask. 

“I’m sorry, ‘careful’?!” Michael reacted. “Did I hear that right?!” He asked. “I am not gonna be careful after all that time you spent tickling me.” Michael warned him as he wiggled his fingers. “Ready to feel the true power of the tickle monster?” Michael teased. 

“Oh please…I’m not like the cry baby over there.” The boy reacted, pointing to Evan over his shoulder. 

Michael widened his eyes for a moment…before smirking. “You shouldn’t have said that, mate.” Michael warned as he scooted himself over to the boy’s feet. “Only one person can call Evan names around here…And that one person is me.” Michael warned him. 

“Oh now you’re screwed.” The friend with the Bonnie mask reacted. 

“W-Wait, not my feet! I’ll die!” The boy begged. 

“Oh, you’ll die?” Michael clarified. “Boy, those words sound really familiar.” He teased, recalling his own words as he was being tickled senseless by his friends. 

“No! NO!” His friend tried to pull his foot back, but gasped as Michael grabbed his ankle. “MICHAEL!” 

“What? You scaaaared?” Michael asked him. 

Evan widened his eyes as he recognized it…Those words in that tone of voice…Michael was using his big brother powers on his friend! It almost felt like a dream! What are the chances?! 

His thoughts should’ve been interrupted by the loud laughter of Michael’s friend…but that laughter just further proved how insane this moment is. Michael was not only standing up for him…But he was also tickling his friend to make him regret messing with him! 

Even though this whole moment started with his brother and his friends making fun of him for his fear of the animatronics…all that fear was now completely out the window. He didn’t need to worry about the animatronics right now. All he needed to focus on was his brother in the Foxy mask tickling his friend in the Freddy mask. 

[trashyswitch]

I’m still here! Just have been on hiatus. But worry not! For I have written the fanfictions, and I’m uploading tomorrow!!!

2025 Tickling Community Role Call

The tickling community has changed a lot on Tumblr the past while. Curious to see who's all still out there, new and old.

Like or reblog if you want to connect to other people in the tickling community.

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[trashyswitch]

These videos always make me smile. I love Wild Kratts so much!!

Wild Krafts tickle compilation

(Tell me if there’s any I might have missed)

[trashyswitch]

Hiii! I just wanted to say that I LOVE your fics!! They always manage to cheer me up when I'm sad, and give me lots of energy just from reading!

Please take care of yourself, drink a lot of water and remember that you and your work are appreciated

Have a good day/night!

Hi there! Thank you so much! I really appreciate this advice. Truth be told, I haven’t been giving myself breaks as much as I should be. It’s actually gotten to the point where my boyfriend actively tucked me into bed and gave me my phone to “take a break and do something that makes you happy” in his words.

It’s nice to be reminded of these words once in a while, especially since I haven’t been able to get fanfics out as much as I wanted to. And trying to get the motivation to write hasn’t been very easy lately. So much has happened since the last time I uploaded. I passed my 2nd year, and I’m trying to find a job for the summer. But due to how the world’s been, I haven’t been able to get a job anywhere. And on top of that, I moved into a new place with my boyfriend a few weeks ago, and I’ve been trying to organize the place and keep up with house duties the last while. It’s been…a lot. And I’ve driven myself to exhaustion and sickness due to the constant moving around.

But…seeing this message actually fills me with some hope and relief. Though I know I have tons and tons of fanfics to keep people busy, it still felt like I wasn’t doing enough. But…this message helps put things into perspective. So…thank you. ❤️

[trashyswitch]

Gosh…This is how I’ve been feeling for ages…It’s nice to be reminded of this sometimes.

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

[trashyswitch]

An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 26: Hospital Visits and Wild Memories

Robbie, Chase and eventually Shawn try to console Jamie as he's given some mind-altering news. As the day goes by, Robbie learns some new things about Chase and his history with a certain Irish internet sensation.

It's about time I uploaded this new chapter. Sorry it's been ages since my last update. I'm almost done my second year of college! With everything in my life going well, I hope to get back into writing once again.

Not long after their playful interaction, his doctor had walked into the room to check up on Jamie.

“Hello Jameson. How are you feeling?” He asked. 

Jamie smiled and morphed his hand into an ‘okay’ sign. 

“That’s good. Are you having any more difficulty breathing?” The doctor asked him. 

Jamie shook his head. 

“Alright. So the good news is, it looks like the bleeding was coming from your throat. Meaning your larynx-” The doctor leaned in. “Or rather what’s left of it…” He teased, making Jamie chuckle. “-Seems to be relatively okay.” The doctor explained. “Though the blood has clotted, we will need to make sure it doesn’t start bleeding again. If this happens, then the blood clot may cause another coughing fit. Right now, our biggest concern is the risk of blood getting into your lungs.” The doctor further explained. 

Jamie nodded with understanding. 

“As much as I hate to open up old wounds, I would recommend that we put a tracheostomy tube into your neck for about 3 weeks to make sure your airway is clear while your throat heals.” The doctor explained. 

Jamie tightened his lips as he heard this. He sensed that they would give him a tube regardless of his history. But…he began to wonder something. Jamie signed a question to him. 

“My apologies-” 

“He asked ‘Will I be able to speak again?’.” Chase translated for the doctor. 

The doctor widened his eyes, and looked at Jamie with a mixture of shock and uncertainty. “Uhh…Mr. Jackson…” The doctor pulled himself together and smiled awkwardly. “We will have to see. Only time will tell.” The doctor replied. 

Chase shrugged his shoulders. Not a bad answer. A generalized one, but that doesn’t seem to be too bad in this case. ‘Tell me the truth.’ Jamie signed to him. 

Chase’s bit his lip. “He wants you to tell him the truth.” He translated awkwardly. 

“I…I’m telling him the truth the best I can.” The doctor admitted. “Only time will tell if the wound will heal properly.” The doctor admitted. “And frankly, the fact that he had lived with no tracheostomy up until this point, is a miracle in and of itself.” The doctor added. 

Jamie sighed and looked down. He looked overwhelmed, disappointed and nervous all at once. No one, not even Jamie himself, could figure out which feeling he was experiencing more…all Chase could point out were those 3 emotions planted on his face. Slowly, Jamie nodded his head and signed the words ‘Thank you’. 

“He said thank-” 

“I know that one. No problem, Jameson. We’ll get the equipment prepped for the tracheostomy, and we’ll take you down in an hour.” The doctor told him. 

Jamie nodded his head and watched as the doctor left the room. As soon as the door was closed, Jamie scoffed and held his head in anguish. ‘So stupid…’ he angrily signed. The signs were visible enough to be seen by Chase and Robbie. 

Robbie walked up to Jamie and placed a hand onto his. “That’s not what you wanted to hear…was it…?” Robbie asked him kindly. 

Jamie shook his head. ‘A voice is a large part of a person’s identity. Without a voice, most of the world can’t understand you.’ Jamie explained. ‘You lose your confidence, you lose your sense of self…’ Jamie continued. ‘You never know what you were blessed with until you lose it…’ 

Chase nodded his head. “I know…” 

Jamie looked up at Chase with visible sadness. ‘Those 5 seconds…’ Jamie’s eyes began to well up with tears. ‘...Were the best 5 seconds of my entire life.’ Jamie told him, letting out an audible sob. 

Chase ran up to Jamie and hugged him tightly. “Oh Jamie…” Chase said softly. “I’m so sorry…” 

Robbie looked down. He began to sniffle. “You felt hope for 5 seconds…” Robbie sobbed. “And now it’s gone…” He whimpered. 

Jamie looked at Robbie with a saddened smile, and pulled him into the hug as well. Jamie held both Chase and Robbie in a group hug for as long as he could. He felt unbelievably thankful to have close friends who were willing to support him through the difficult times. He had an amazing collection of friends who have always stayed by his side, even when his other friends had aged around him and passed on. His life had always been unbelievably complicated and confusing…but all he cared about right now, was this single moment.

Jamie soon let go of the boys and signed ‘Thank you’ to them both. He patted the shoulder of Chase, and booped the nose of Robbie, happy to have them there with him. 

“Hey oldie.” Someone said at the door. 

Jamie looked to the door, and smiled brightly. It was Shawn, holding a brown teddy bear and a little bag of candies in his hands. “You getting through okay?” Shawn asked him. 

Jamie used both his hands to get Shawn to come closer. ‘Get over here, hermit.’ Jamie signed. 

Shawn gasped dramatically, and threw the teddy bear at him. “How dare you call me a hermit!” Shawn reacted playfully. 

Jamie caught the teddy bear with one hand, and signed the words ‘eff you’ back to him. Turning the bear around, Jamie silently laughed as he saw the cloth broken heart that had been sewn together with a needle and thread. 

“There wasn’t anything lung-related…Thought the heart would be close enough.” Shawn told him. 

Jamie smiled. ‘Heart and lungs are connected. It counts.’ He signed. 

Shawn smiled brightly as he walked closer to him. “Good! Cause I also brought sugary heart attacks for you.” Shawn added, giving Jamie the bag of sweets. “Nuthin’ better than diabetes in a bag.” He joked. Jamie read the bag: 

[Vidal™ Cola Gummies] 

Jamie threw his head back with an audible wheeze. ‘Cola gummies?!’ He reacted. 

“Hell yeah!” Shawn reacted. 

Chase widened his eyes. “Holy crap! Do you know how hard it is to find those?!” He asked. 

“Too hard, in my opinion.” Shawn added. 

‘I haven’t had these in ages!’ Jamie signed rather excitedly as he opened the bag. 

“Me neither! Can I have one?” Shawn asked. 

Jamie rolled his eyes and scoffed. ‘Fine…’ He gave Shawn 3 gummies and grabbed a couple himself. 

“Aw sweet! Thanks!” Shawn popped one of them in his mouth, and hummed happily. “Oh my god…” He started dancing slightly. “They’re almost the exact same recipe!” Shawn reacted. 

‘These bring back so many memories.’ Jamie added, happily chewing the candy. 

“Can I have one?” Chase asked. 

Jamie nodded his head and gave 2 to Chase, and 2 to Robbie. 

“Thanks Jamie!” Robbie said, popping one into his mouth. “Mmm! They taste like coke!” Robbie reacted. 

Chase laughed. “That’s because they’re coke-flavored.” he told him. 

Robbie giggled. “I know…” He responded. 

“Did you?” Chase asked. 

“...” Robbie popped the second candy into his mouth. “No.” He said with a giggle while chewing on the gummy. 

Chase bursted out laughing at Robbie’s comical reply, before doubling over and starting to cough. “Hahahaha- *cough, cough* Fuhuck-” He started coughing harder. “That candy nearly went down the wrong pipe!” Chase reacted. 

Jamie smirked. ‘Don’t be stupid, bro.’ he signed, spelling out the nickname. 

Chase raised an eyebrow. “I’ll stop being stupid the moment you stop being a prick.” Chase shot back. 

Jamie giggled. ‘I’ll stop being a prick the moment you take down your Bro Average YouTube channel.’ Jamie signed. 

Shawn dropped his jaw with a smile, and covered his mouth with his fist. “Oh my god!” He exclaimed, laughing. 

Chase groaned and sighed. “Please…Don’t remind me.” 

Robbie looked to Chase. “What is he talking about? What’s Bro Average?” Robbie asked. 

Shawn pulled out his phone and pulled up the video. “Here you go…” Shawn gave Robbie his phone, before saying “Chase’s YouTube Channel”. 

“Shawn, no!” Chase reacted, attempting to take it from Robbie. 

But Robbie put up his hand to stop him, and watched the video anyway. Watching a younger version of Chase, Robbie giggled a little bit. “Why is your hair green?” Robbie asked. 

“It was…a trend…” Chase muttered. 

“And why are you throwing tea bags?” Robbie asked. 

“Again…a trend.” Chase admitted. 

Robbie bursted out laughing when video-Chase ran around, jumping around and shaking the camera as he celebrated getting the tea bag in for the ‘first time’. “Hahahaha! I’ve never seen you so happy over a tea bag!” Robbie reacted. 

Shawn laughed a bit as well, watching the video with the kid. 

“Please…Turn it off…” Chase begged. 

“Why? Are you embarrassed?” Robbie asked. 

“Come on man…” Shawn patted his shoulder. “It was just a sign of the times.” 

“This is just Dude Perfect!” Robbie mentioned. 

“Yeah…I know.” Chase said. 

“And…Who’s Jack…setic…eye?” Robbie asked. 

Chase widened his eyes, and looked at the YouTube channel. The profile picture was of a green eye with blue irises, and the name said “Jacksepticeye” with “30.8m subscribers” and “5.2k videos” beside it. 

Chase sighed a bit, and smiled to himself. “He’s…an old friend. His name is Séan. He’s a youtuber like me…except, a million times more popular.” Chase explained. “He used to be a roommate of ours. We’d call him Séan or Jack usually.” He explained further. “It’s been a while since we last talked. But I’m still in contact with him. I have his phone number right here. But we’re both so busy.” Chase explained. 

“What does he look like?” Robbie asked, curiously. Chase smiled and pulled up a picture of Séan. He had long, brownish, greyish shoulder length hair, with glasses and a beard similar to Chase’s own. He had ear loops, and blue eyes. He looked quite a bit older than Chase. “Wow…” Robbie muttered quietly. 

Chase smiled brightly. “Yeah. That’s a newer picture too. He never used to look like that. He used to have shorter, more brown hair. And he rarely ever wore the loop earrings.” Chase admitted. 

Robbie nodded his head eagerly as Chase showed him an older picture of Séan holding a black mic, wearing a black hoodie with letters on it. 

“P…M…A.” Robbie mumbled aloud. “PMA?” Robbie asked. 

Chase smiled. “It’s an acronym. It stands for Positive Mental Attitude.” Chase explained. “He’s still a big inspirational influencer who’s reached high levels of success from both YouTube, charities, and touring shows.” Chase explained. 

“So…He taught people to think positively?” Robbie asked. 

“Yeah…And to take care of your mental health.” Chase told him. 

“Oh…So…Sadness?” Robbie asked. 

“Well…” Chase struggled to explain it. “It’s…more than just sadness.” Chase cleared his throat. “It’s fear, anxiety, depression, and general mood.” Chase tried to explain. “Do you remember Dr. Schneeplestein telling you that you have PTSD?” Chase asked Robbie. 

“Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?” Robbie clarified. 

“Right.” Chase paused and did a double-take. “Wait…You pronounced that perfectly.” Chase reacted, shocked. “How did you do that?” 

“I talked to Henry about it.” Robbie admitted. “It’s a mental health problem.” 

Chase smiled a bit. “A mental health ‘disorder’...As in, a disruption in your brain.” Chase explained. 

Robbie nodded his head. “So…I have a brain distruption.” Robbie tried to say. 

Chase smiled. “Dis-rup-tion.” Chase said slowly. 

“Dis-ruption.” Robbie said back. 

“Nailed it, dude.” Chase offered him a high five. Robbie giggled and slapped his hand, showing his excitement. “Damn! What a slap!” Chase reacted, slightly waving his hand in pain. “Have you been working out or something? My god…” Chase reacted. 

Robbie genuinely laughed for the first time since entering the hospital with Jamie. “So…Where’s Séan now?” Robbie asked. 

“He’s living with his girlfriend here in Brighton.” Chase admitted. 

“Okay.” Robbie looked up at Chase. “I wanna meet him.” He declared. 

Chase widened his eyes. “R-Really?!” Chase looked towards Shawn and Jamie in shock. Shawn looked surprised but encouraging, while Jamie looked slightly nervous…And Chase could quickly remember why. Jamie had been roped into all of the alter stuff with Séan before…literally…and Chase could only imagine how scared Jamie was of Séan and his alter ego…and how scared he may still be. 

“Well…” Chase finally started to speak up. “Maybe another time.” Chase responded. “For now, let’s focus on getting Jamie all better.” Chase encouraged. 

“Okay!” Robbie responded happily, dropping the subject. 

Jamie let out a breath of relief and nodded his head. He looked thankful to Chase for changing the subject. Talking about Séan was a bittersweet thing…but talking about the other one was…not a pleasant thing for Jamie to remember. So having Chase during a downward recollection of the worst moments, was a huge relief from Jamie’s stress. 

“Hey Jamie! Get better!” Robbie yelled. 

Jamie snickered and covered his mouth. ‘Robbie!’ he signed. ‘It doesn’t work like that.’

“Well, get better faster!” Robbie spoke up next. 

This just made all 3 of the adults burst out laughing. “Rohobbie, you can’t just order people to get better faster.” Chase told him. 

Robbie huffed. “But I’m boooored.” Robbie whined. 

“Bored, huh?” Shawn asked. 

“Very bored…” Robbie mumbled.

“You want some entertainment?” Chase asked him, smirking slightly. 

“Yeah!” Robbie cheered. 

“Alright! Close your eyes.” Chase told him. 

As soon as Robbie’s eyes were closed, Chase looked at Shawn and gestured for him to come closer. When he did, Chase gently moved Robbie slightly closer to Shawn, and lifted Robbie’s hands above his head. 

“What are you doing?” Robbie asked. 

“You’ll see in a moment.” Chase told him. 

Robbie sighed and impatiently waited for things to get interesting. Chase gave Shawn Robbie’s hands, and made sure that Shawn had a good grip on the kid’s wrists. Once Shawn nodded with the go-ahead, Chase looked at Jamie and wiggled his fingers towards Robbie. This made Jamie widen his eyes with a big smile, perfectly understanding what Chase had in mind. 

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Robbie asked in a slightly whiny tone. 

“Yup, you can open your eyes now.” Chase told him, before taking his position. Robbie opened his eyes, and looked up at Chase, who was wiggling his fingers at him with the most mischievous look on his face. Quickly, Robbie began to clue in on what was gonna happen. Robbie began to giggle nervously. “Uh oh…” Robbie muttered, giggling a little more as Chase’s hands got closer to his sides. 

“Iiii’m gonna getcha~” Chase teased him. 

“Ohoho NOHO!” Robbie squealed and lifted his one leg in an attempt to cover his belly. “Chahahase!” Robbie yelled. 

“Whaaaat? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Chase asked. 

“Juhust do it!” Robbie yelled. 

“Okay, fine!” Chase rolled his eyes and started tickling his upper sides first. “God, so needy.” 

Robbie’s squeaky laughter filled the room almost immediately. The little kid was pulling on his wrists, leaning his head back as he just laughed. It had only been 3 seconds in, and Robbie ALREADY had the biggest smile on his face. It was completely contagious, and it only took a few more minutes for Chase to start laughing along with him! Even Shawn was giggling a little bit himself! 

“Chahahase plehehehease!” Robbie called. 

“Please what?” Chase asked back. “What do you want me to go next?” He asked. 

Robbie giggled and shook his head. “Ahaharmpihihits?” Robbie asked. 

“But of course!” Chase said dramatically. “Such a wonderful choice! Shall I begin?” Chase switched to a dramatic British accent as he started tickling and fluttering his fingers against the kid’s armpits. 

Right away, Robbie was squeaking and laughing in the most childish little laughter you could ever hear. You could tell from the laughter alone, that he was absolutely loving this. Though some people would’ve likely looked at them with confusion and slight worry, it was clear on his face that Robbie had no problem with this. This kid LOVED to laugh, and that was more than evident on that child’s face. It was as if he knew he was going to disneyland! And to say the laughter was a nice change to the general hospital setting, would be a severe understatement. 

Slowly, Chase moved his fingers to the kid’s ribs, so the tickles weren’t so strong on the little boy. Though it lessened, Robbie was still giggling up a storm. No one could stop the little Laffy Taffy! And it was quite hilarious! 

About 5 hours later, Jamie was discharged from the hospital with a tracheostomy tube to keep things open and available for the doctors to operate in the future. They also said that if things work out well, Jamie may be able to get the tracheostomy tube removed to leave a skin hole on his neck. That way, it would be easier to handle for the future. 

With that done, Shawn hopped into the driver's seat and looked at Chase. “Okay. It’s 20 to 6 now. Where are we heading?” Shawn asked. 

Chase spoke up. “Can you drop me and Robbie off at the Social Board? That police officer is meeting us there for a sit-down dinner.” Chase explained. 

Robbie gasped and started clapping his hands. “YAY!” Robbie cheered excitedly. 

Chase smiled. “And…If you and Jamie wanna eat out somewhere? Go ahead.” Chase encouraged. Shawn smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright. Jamie?” Shawn adjusted the rear-view mirror to see Jamie’s response. 

Jamie signed the letters ‘M-C-D-O-N-A-L-D-S’. 

Shawn just laughed. “Really? You want McDonald’s of all things?!” Shawn reacted, laughing. 

Jamie just responded by flipping the bird back at him. Shawn wheezed and slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “Fine, fine! We’ll go to fuckin’ McDonald’s, you basic ass bitch.” Shawn muttered aloud as he put the car into drive. 

Chase looked to Shawn. “There are children present.” Chase reminded him.  “Yeah! Don’t fucking swear in front of me!” Robbie yelled back. 

Chase slowly turns to Robbie, and stares him down. “...We gotta work on your fuckin’ language.” Chase muttered to him, making Robbie laugh. 

[trashyswitch]

Updates

Hello everyone! I hope you’ve all been doing well as of late. I want to heavily apologize for not uploading or posting as often as I used to. I want you to know that I have been working on the fanfics, though it’s been an extra slow process with school and other little projects I’ve been doing for myself and my friends.

For context: I am currently in the process of remaking the skirt on my Alora Emberheart cosplay. It’s been slow, but really comforting to be back to sewing for a while. I’m also working on a DnD campaign, which has been really fun to put together alongside my college buddies.

Speaking of college…I’ve been getting farther in my classes, and I’ve been passing them relatively well. They’re not ‘honor roll’ marks, but I’m okay with that. And with things going relatively well, I hope to get my CYC Diploma in 2026 and work alongside youth age 5-25.

I’ve also been finding really good college friends who genuinely love me for who I am, and are willing to go to bat for me. For example: I got scammed out of a whole bunch of money because of carelessness and desperate measures, and my friend not only comforted me and offered to help me out financially, but he even took the time to fuck around with the scammers once he got the correct phone numbers. And let me tell you…Fucking over scammers, even if it got me nowhere, was the best way to make me laugh after losing thousands in college funds.

I even have a really good boyfriend who loves me despite my silliness, my mischievous charm, my lack-of-manners and my love for masculine things. He loves me for who I am, and I never want to lose that. Ever. One of my favorite parts (as you can probably imagine), is how much he makes me laugh, and how much I can make him laugh. We have almost the exact same brain cell half the time, and it’s amazing!! We’ll catch each other thinking about the same jokes, and bring up something related, that we both clicked in on without realizing!

And…I have told my boyfriend this before, but…I also LOVE how ticklish he is. Like, I can genuinely drag a single finger down his side (without nails, mind you), and he’ll start giggling and laughing. I’ll occasionally tell him “I’m barely touching you”, and he’ll tell me “I know! I’m just that ticklish!” It’s SO CUTE! Sometimes his laughter is quieter, while other times he’ll laugh like a misunderstood super villain, or cackle like a giddy child. It’s honestly so rewarding for me, especially since my past boyfriend was not very ticklish at all. Though the slight fighting to get my ex to laugh made it worth it, there’s just something nice about being able to make someone laugh with a single poke or flutter.

The last thing I’ll say, is that my mischievous, Ler streak has only increased in-person rather than online. Some days they’ll be times when I poke my boyfriend occasionally just to get him giggling. And though he will occasionally say “Come on…I just wanna cuddle you” or “Pocket…Whyyyy?”, he’ll let me tickle him a little bit. And if I really annoy him enough, I’ll get the tickles right back. With that in mind, I now fully understand how ticklish I am! And how quickly I can break from a few touches! It’s honestly funny, and a bit embarrassing.

But regardless, I assure you that the fanfictions ARE being written, they’ve just been slow in progression. For future reference, the next fanfic will be a suggested FNAF fanfic, and a Legends of Avantris fanfic. I look forward to uploading them for you all to read!!

POCKET IS BACK!

[trashyswitch]

Eyyyy!!

[trashyswitch]

This is literally me right now!! OH MY GOD I LOVE IT!!! IT’S PERFECT!!!

*Falls backwards to the floor*

Raspberries into the Fluff-Puff Peaks

Yeah, mario should have been wary 😅

It's a reference to the cute fanfic, Cozy Snuggles & Cheerful Cackles written by @trashyswitch

DNI : MINORS, NSFW/K1NK/FET1SH BLOGS, AGELESS ACCOUNTS

[trashyswitch]

Hell yeah!!

[trashyswitch]

This!!!

If you asked me why I like tickling, I would tell you that I like it, because it makes me happy.

If you asked me on a deeper level, I'd tell you I enjoy it, because I lost my childhood too fast, I became serious and frustrated. Tickling, as dumb as it sounds, helps to remind me that I can still be silly and not always take things too seriously. It makes me feel thrill, the same thrill when you're watching a horror movie, that anticipating accent. It makes me feel safe, and relax, taking my mind off of stuff when I need to.

NSFW DNI

[trashyswitch]

Oh my gosh I LOVE IT!!! Thank you so much for drawing this!!!

I think we as a society do not utilize a sadistic Mommy Long Legs tickler quite enough

This is vaguely inspired by @trashyswitch lovely fic here so go check it out for yourselves!!!

[trashyswitch]

not sure if you'll see this, but an interesting thing just happened to me: my cousin decided to paint on my legs as if they were a canvas with this REALLY fine and long paintbrush, and it was basically tickle torture. I got too embarrassed to tell them I'm EXTREMELY ticklish (to the point I can tickle myself), especially on my knees, which means I had to hold in, with all of my might, my laughs and wiggles. I ended up being successful, but it was unbelievably hard to not kick them on accident or laugh lol I think this could turn into a really funny tickle fic if the lee ended up breaking lol (if you do use this, please tag me!! :D)

Hi @mayuripng! Sorry it took so long to respond to this prompt. This...is a GENIUS idea! But I would really like to know: What fandom would you like me to use for this idea? I would love to hear more of your ideas! Feel free to DM me!

[trashyswitch]

Have you watched the owl house? I’d love to see some stories centered around those if you’re still taking requests !

-r🪻

Hi r🪻anon! Unfortunately, I have not watched the Owl House. As a result, I will not be writing for it. So sorry. <3

[trashyswitch]

can you write a leah (sdv) x reader fic? ler!leah lee!reader

Another anonymous person has suggested this fanfic already, and I have said yes to writing it. Thanks for the prompt!