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vanilla-casey · 3 months ago

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hey can you do a Smoke-cheese cookie and Golden-cheese cookie tickle fic? please Lee Smoked and Ler Golden? more cheese please

Of course! They’re so silly anyways, I don’t have the heart to say no. Especially since I want to tickle Smoked Cheese so bad. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

When the dust settled from the Radiant Queen’s epic battle against the beast known as Burning Spice Cookie, there was little time to waste! The moment that things were all calm once more, it was straight to work for both Golden Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie. Back in the vast desert, in the cavern where the golden sovereign ran the simulation for her kingdom after it was destroyed, the two where making themselves busy with the task of restoring the soulcheeses into the cookies they once belonged to. The process would be a little lengthy to get everything just right, but it would be worth it when the kingdom would be returned to it’s former glory!

Smoked Cheese Cookie was watching the little graph on one of the machines, his eyes squinting to analyze every little dip and spike. Golden Cheese Cookie was leaning against one of the cave walls and reading some of the charts that had printed out, her eyes were growing tired and she was starting to feel a little bored; they were already on course, so a break wouldn’t hurt, right? She looked at her general, he seemed so focus… so ripe for a surprise attack! She grinned to herself as she tiptoed up behind him, taking advantage of how absorbed he was in his task.

Eek!

Smoked Cheese Cookie squeaked with surprise and started laughing as he felt Her Majesty’s fingertips tracing over his ribs roughly. Now, of all times? Seriously?

“My Quehehehehen! Hahahaha!” He was trying so hard to fight it off, but it was a Sisyphus task, he would be laughing uncontrollably in mere seconds. “Y-You’re such a- hahahaha- chihihild! Hahaha!” The general finally got out, immediately succumbing to his own laughter as Golden Cheese Cookie grinned smugly “Not my fault you aren’t wearing a shirt!”. She always said that whenever she did this. As if him wearing a shirt would stop her!

She moved up to Smoked Cheese Cookie’s armpits, scribbling around without any real sense of rhythm or direction. He started laughing harder and instinctively shut his arms down, foolishly trapping wiggling fingers right against his dough. “Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! No, no, quit! HA- hahahaha!” Right as he said that, she doubled down and started tickling him even harder, causing him to stumble around and the both of them to come crashing down on the sandy floor beneath them. Golden Cheese Cookie immediately seized the opportunity, pinning her general beneath her and moving over to his tummy. She started pinching and tracing around his abs, causing him to let out a very out-of-character squeal and some more high pitched laughs “STAHP! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” He demanded, but really he was in no position to be making demands right now.

Finally, somehow finding some strength, Smoked Cheese Cookie pulled himself away and put his hands up in defense. “Enough! No more, or else!” He threatened weakly, while Golden Cheese Cookie was getting closer and backing him into one of the walls, “Or else? That’s tough talk for someone with such a…” She paused, then leaped and started tickling his neck, “ticklish neck!”. On reflex, Smoked Cheese Cookie started scrunching up his neck and tossing his head around in all kinds of directions, laughing even harder than before. The neck! Always the neck! The sounds of the general’s laughter were bouncing off the wall, making him seem even louder than he actually was. The Queen was reveling in the noise with delight, a goofy smile was plastered on her face as she tickled him relentlessly.

Ding!

Oh, what do you know? The process is complete! Golden Cheese Cookie finally let go, allowing for Smoked Cheese Cookie to catch his breath. The poor bird’s face was red all over and his chest was heaving like he was just suffocated! “Oho, that face always entertains!” Her Radiance teased “I’m sure Mozzarella Cookie will be pleased to hear that you’re still so ticklish. It’ll be just like old times, eh?” She patted his head and stood up to tend to the machinery and bring Mozzarella Cookie back officially, leaving Smoked Cheese Cookie resting up against the wall and embarrassed out of his mind.

Yeah, old times, that was for sure. But still, he felt a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

End of fic! AHH! I LOVED WRITING THIS! Please, DevSis, add some kind of update that lets me tickle the cookies! I’m BEGGING! PLEASE! Anywho, yeah. Have a good one 🫶

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vanilla-casey · 3 months ago

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TADC OVA 3 + DELETED SCENE

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vanilla-casey · 3 months ago

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Hi! I noticed that the requests are finally open! Is it possible to make fanfiction with Lee!Black Sapphire and Ler!Shadow Milk Cookie?

But of course! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

Oh boy… These next few days weren’t going to be fun for anyone. After the deceptive trio’s escape from the crumbling spire, Shadow Milk Cookie certainly hadn’t been the same. He seemed rather upset over everything. He didn’t crack as many jokes as usual, he wasn’t energetic, and he certainly didn’t care for any mention of Pure Vanilla Cookie. One would say that he had become quite huffy and easy to tick off.

“You’re gonna have to do something! Candy Apple Cookie insisted, following Black Sapphire Cookie around as he paced.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, halting his walking, “Besides, I thought Shadow Milk Cookie was all yours?”.

Candy Apple Cookie crossed her arms, pouting, “He keeps shoving me away… So you’re the only cookie left to talk some sense into him! Well, as long as you promise to return him to my arms afterwards.” She added. Black Sapphire Cookie rolled his eyes, “Fine.” He finally caved in and went to go see their master.

Shadow Milk Cookie was mumbling to himself, an aura of hatred hung heavily over him like clouds of smoke. Black Sapphire Cookie cautiously sat beside him, setting his microphone down, and crossing his legs. “So…” he tried to think of something to say “How about some of the latest gossip?” He offered. Shadow Milk Cookie shot him a sulky glare, his usual wide smile twisted into a big frown, then he looked away again. Black sapphire Cookie sighed: babysitting Candy Apple Cookie was one thing, but now having to babysit his own master on the side was ridiculous!

“Come on, master. It’s not so bad!” He tried to give some more reassurance, but the host was immediately pinned to the grass below by the jester.

“NOT SO BAD?!” He shouted “How on EarthBread could you think it’s ‘not so bad’?!” His grip on his servant’s wrists tightened, earning a nervous gulp from him. “I-If I may-“ Black Sapphire Cookie started, then got interrupted, “YOU MAY NOT!” Shadow Milk Cookie huffed. This was a predicament, wasn’t it? Honestly, Black Sapphire Cookie should’ve just left him alone. He should’ve just tuned out Candy Apple Cookie and walked away.

Suddenly, he felt Shadow Milk Cookie’s hands start roughly digging into his armpits, making him start laughing immediately. “Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! S-Sir, please!” He tried to beg for mercy, but he was cut off as Shadow Milk Cookie continued ranting about their current predicament. “That Pure Vanilla Cookie thinks he’s too good for me? He thinks he understands me?!” He scoffed, “No one does! Not even you!” He continued, tickling Black Sapphire Cookie even harder. “Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahaha! No! Shahahadow Milk!” His voice cracked loudly.

Shadow Milk Cookie moved his hand down to Black Sapphire Cookie’s wings, which shrunk away, then started fluttering wildly as he started scratching all over them like crazy. Black Sapphire Cookie wheezed, laughing all the more, “NAHT THE WINGS! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHA! MASTER!” His voice continued to crack as he cackle like a maniac underneath Shadow Milk Cookie’s fingertips.

“Oh, but this is so much better!” The jester said, grabbing Black Sapphire Cookie’s microphone and holding it up to hear his laughter, “Listen, world! Listen to how ticklish your host really is!” He sang maliciously. Black Sapphire Cookie’s face grew hot and he tried to grab his microphone back, only for it to be just held out of reach. Oh my word, how humiliating this was! Having his own giggles broadcasted for every cookie near and far to hear… it doesn’t get much worse than that.

“Nohoho! Stahp! Hahahahahaha! Hahahaha!” He wheezed again, “Give it back! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” He pleaded weakly. Shadow Milk Cookie shook his head “Nope! Not until you take it back.” He continued tickling his servant’s wings, tracing along the ridges where the bones met the thin sheets of dough. Black Sapphire Cookie wheezed and started snorting, consumed by the unbearable torment. He wasn’t a stranger to his master’s antics like this, far from one, but good golly it had never been this bad before.

“I TAKE IT BACK!” He wheezed, tears pricking at his eyes as he tossed and turned, “IT IS BAD! HAHAHAHAHA!” He gave in. “How bad?” Shadow Milk Cookie kept pressing, not giving his servant a moment of a break, “THAT BAD! HAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA! AHAHA! THAT BAD!” He screamed.

Black Sapphire Cookie was finally released, his microphone returned to him as well. He quickly cut off the broadcast. He sunk into the ground, struggling to even piece together a coherent thought. “At least you’re easy to teach.” Shadow Milk Cookie commented, but his mood seemed a little lighter now. That was good… but did it really require all of that?

the end

I don’t have much to say. Thankfully, I’m on spring break for the week! But that doesn’t mean my schedule is free, my mom wants to go on a trip and my first anniversary with my girlfriend is coming up. Even still, I’ll try to post as much as possible. Thank you, have a good one 🫶

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vanilla-casey · 3 months ago

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HOLY SHIT YES FUCKING SHOWTIME SUPER SEXY LETS GOO

Adoration 🖤

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vanilla-casey · 4 months ago

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WHO WANTS TO DRAW N POST TICKLES OF THE BUNNY!?!?!?!?!❤️🪶❤️🪶❤️🪶❤️🪶❤️🪶

#tadc tickle #tadc tickles #the amazing digital circus #lee!jax #tadc jax

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vanilla-casey · 4 months ago

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THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS OVA 1 2 3 AND 4

COVERS!

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vanilla-casey · 4 months ago

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Yes! BuckTooth! LET’S GOOOOO!!!!!!💝🌈🐰🐰🐰🐰🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷

I just realized I forgot something. Anyway bucktooth OTP 💯💯🔥🔥🔥

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vanilla-casey · 4 months ago

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Pillow Fort Tickles

(Hi! This is my first tickle fic, so if it like sucks then my bad fellas. Anywho, enjoy!)

Ler: Kinger Lee: Pomni

Today’s adventure had been a disaster. Long story short, Caine had unleashed some absolutely horrific critter into the circus, leaving all of it’s occupants in quite a difficult situation. Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax were hurt, Pomni was shaken up, and Zooble had fucked off somewhere else. Kinger was (surprisingly) the only one left in even a slightly good mental state as he had hidden in his “fortress”.

After what seemed like a good hour or two (to Kinger atleast) after the adventure, he heard a light knock on the pillow that was placed where a door would be. Kinger moved it slightly out of the way and peeked his head out, only to be met with the eyes of Pomni.

“Oh! Pomni! How can I assist you?” He asked, slightly tilting his head to the side.

Pomni looked down, “I was just- uh- wondering if I could- umm..- come in.?” She pointed at the fort.

“Why of course!” Kinger slightly moved aside to make room for her to enter.

The fort was surprisingly spacious on the inside, with a corner dedicated to a few bug enclosures to another corner, visibly comfier than the rest, that Pomni could only assume was meant for resting. Eventually, Kinger’s voice snapped her out of her deep thought.

“Would you like to hear about my bug collection??”

Pomni nodded, watched him pull out a few bugs from seemingly nowhere and then begin his infodump. One thing that Pomni didn’t notice, however, was the bug slowly making it’s way to her side. Kinger, on the other hand, did notice and quickly scooped the bug up, accidentally grazing his hand over Pomni’s middle, making her squeak. He immediately paused and looked up at her.

“What was that??”

Pomni’s face was quickly turning a bright red.

“N-nothing!”

Kinger, didn’t believe a word of that. He repeated his action just to test it. Once again, Pomni squeaked.

“Don’t do that!” Pomni’s face grew redder with each passing second.

“Are you ticklish?”

Pomni didn’t respond. That was enough of an answer for Kinger. He put down his bugs and poked her a few times, making her choke down a giggle or two. She reached out to attempt to stop Kinger and grab his hands, which made Kinger simply push her hands out of the way and continue his attack.

After a few minutes, he decided to up his game. Going from pokes to soft tickles on her stomach. Pomni’s giggles finally started to pour out. She covered her mouth to muffle the noise. Kinger paused for a moment to move her hand before immediately going back to business.

“Don’t silence yourself! I want to hear your laughter!” He playfully scolded.

Eventually though, Pomni was able to regain her control and hold back her giggles.

In order to break the barrier, Kinger began to scribble at her ribs. This provoked a shriek from the poor, little jester.

“WAHAIT!! KIHIHINGERR!!! NAHAHAHAAOO!!”

The chess piece giggled at her as he continued his onslaught for a few seconds longer before letting up and taking his hands away.

“Are you okay??”

Pomni was a tired, giggly mess.

“Mhmmm!!..”

Kinger gently picked her up, took her over to the comfy corner that Pomni had seen earlier, and gently placed her down. She yawned and softly rubbed her eyes, clearly exhausted. Kinger sat down next to her and simply watched. After a few long minutes, she succumbed to her weariness and fell asleep. Kinger sighed.

“Queenie would’ve adored you.”

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vanilla-casey · 5 months ago

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Highlight: Spudsy’s🫧🍔

Employee Training

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this.

Summary: Jax isn’t taking his job seriously, so Gangle decides he needs some extra… training.

TW: Tickling (maybe a bit intense?), Restraints, Jax Being Jax, Spoilers for Episode 4: Fast Food Masquerade.

(Let’s face it, a lot of us saw that scene and were all thinking the same thing.)

Working a normal fast food job wasn’t at the top of Jax’s list of adventures. He’d rather be back at the circus, putting more centipedes in Ragatha’s room or stealing Zooble’s parts. But instead, he and the others were forced to work a terrible minimum wage job with an annoying Gangle as their shift manager. Hell, it was the crybaby’s idea in the first place!

“Ooooh Jaaaaax~!” Speaking of the pain in his tail, Gangle called out from behind the rabbit, that stupid smile from the mask Zooble gave her still plastered across her face.

“The bathroom looks like a biohazard and needs a good scrubbin’!” Gangle told him.

“Shouldn’t like, a biohazard crew take care of that?” Jax asked, not wanting to put in anymore effort than the job was already requiring.

Gangle laughed. “Ohoh, Jaxy boy, don’t you want to be a model employee?”

“No, I don’t care about any of this.” Jax responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a can-do attitude to me!”

God, was she getting more annoying? “It’s not.”

Another laugh, simply followed by one word. “Bad.”

“I like you better when you’re sad.”

There was a sound, like glass cracking, but Jax ignored it. Honestly, the whole ‘chipper, happy-go-lucky’ attitude Gangle had at the current moment was making him wish they had stuck to the butcher adventure Caine suggested in the first place. Darn Pomni, darn suggestion box, darn not being able to actually swear in this Hell hole called a circus.

“Well..” Gangle replied, Jax either not noticing, or more likely, not caring, how close she sounded to strangling him. “Maybe you need some more…”

She paused, like Caine did sometimes, it was a bit uncanny to see. “More-”

“Training!” Gangle interrupted before he could finish.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed Jax, squishing him like a squeaky toy before dragging him into the back of the restaurant. Once they let go of him, Jax was shocked to find himself in a completely empty, dark room, save for the TV that suddenly turned on. On it was an employee training video, complete with the ‘motivational music, staring and made by Gangle, explaining how it would teach him how to be a good team member and asset to the cooperation.

Jax questioned when Gangle even made the video. Or maybe it was Caine’s doing? The adventures made no sense, so why did he expect a ‘normal’ one to make sense? The way the Gangle in the video spoke made Jax uncomfortable, talking about how dreams were unrealistic, and to stop trying. It was like she was losing it.

“But before we get into all that, first things first!” The Video-Gangle asked, smiling. “Are you smiling?”

“Uh, no…?”

The music stopped. “Why not…?” Gangle wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring right at him.

Faster than Jax could respond, he was suddenly in a chair, four mechanical arms coming out and grabbing his limbs. They twisted him a few different ways, before shoving his face right into the TV. “Wait- Wait wait! N-Nobody can see this… right?” Jax asked nervously, suddenly regretting any and all decisions in his life that had led to this moment.

“Time for your employee reevaluation!”

With that, the robotic limbs pulled Jax back into the chair, his arms pulled up as far as they would go, his legs pinned down to the leg rest. Jax’s eyes darted around the room, trying to see anything he could use to try to free himself. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop whatever Gangle had planned for him.

“As an employee, you have to remember to smile!” The video continued, Gangle sounding more and more manic. “Don’t worry, we can help you with that!”

More arms popped out of the chair, Jax feeling his heart skip a few beats when he saw what the hands were doing, wiggling their fingers at him teasingly. Gangle couldn’t be serious, right?! His dread only grew as two of the hands removed his shoes, another unbuttoning his work shirt.

“G-Gangle wait wait wait! I-I-I’m smiling! I’m smiling!” Jax cried in a panic, trying to pull his arms down. “Y-You don’t have to do this!”

The Video-Gangle tsked lightly “Silly, we have to make sure our employees know that we serve with a smile~!” A sinister giggle came from her as she said that.

Jax swore he was going to find a way to break that plastic mask Zooble gave her! However, his thoughts of revenge were put on hold as one of the hands made a few test pokes to his stomach, causing him to jolt. This was bad, the way Jax’s body had been designed in this digital world physically made him unable to bite his lip, so that strategy was out the window. Seems like the jolts he made were all the hands needed, descending upon him.

“W-Wahahahit wahhait nohhohohoho!” Jax snorted, trying to twist and turn away from the devilish hands.

“See, isn’t that better~?” Video-Gangle asked, her ribbons wiggling as well “I’ll check on you in a while!”

A while?! How long was a while?! The darn clock seemed busted, what if he was in there for hours?! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Gangle, or the robotic arms cared, the TV turning off as a pair of hands attacked his armpits.

“N-Nohohohoh nohohoho come bahahahack!” Jax pleaded. “I-Ihihihih’m smihihihihihling!”

The robotic hands continued their assault, gently tracing around his armpits, while the ones on his stomach dug right in, causing him to attempt to kick his legs. They hadn’t exactly gotten to his absolute worst spots yet, but Jax had a feeling it was only a matter of time. His paws were exposed, and he could swear he could sense two hands just behind his ears, waiting for the go-ahead to strike.

“Cohohohohome ohohohohon!”

He really hated how much they could actually feel in the circus sometimes. Sure, it was funny to see the others in pain, or watch their panic as he attacked their own worst spots, but having the tables turned on him? It also didn’t help that, thanks to Gangle, the arms knew exactly where his worst spots were, and how harshly or softly to tickle them to drive him up the wall.

Case in point, one hand swirling a finger right on his navel, threatening to tickle the inside, while also cruelly never actually doing it. The ones on his armpits spidered up and down, even attacking his ribs at a few points. Jax wasn’t sure how long the tickling had gone on for, before the TV turned back on, Gangle’s face smiling at him. The hands stopped, allowing the rabbit to catch his breath. The relief Jax felt was short-lived, however, as the Video-Gangle spoke again. “Step one of your employee reevaluation is complete!” Gangle told him, sounding proud. “Now that you’re smiling, we’ve got to work on your attitude! Being rude to customers, or other coworkers, especially by throwing them in the deep fryer, is strictly forbidden at Spudsy’s!”

“Come on, it’s not like Rags was hurt all that badly.” Jax tried to argue, before immediately regretting it as he noticed the arms were grabbing something just out of his field of vision, making him dread whatever would be next.

“That’s the kind of attitude I’m talking about!” Video-Gangle huffed, before smiling again. “So, I thought you could use some extra motivation!”

Jax’s heart, or, what he supposed he could call a heart in this digital body, nearly stopped as the mechanical hands came back with paint brushes.

“Oh… [trumpet honk]...” The rabbit responded in disbelief. “Y-You’re not actually [quack]ing serious, r-right?!”

Unfortunately for him, Gangle was dead serious, as the paintbrushes glided up and down his paws, making him snort. The pair of hands by his head also got in on the action, softly, slowly, and tortuously rubbing up and down the insides of ears, making him scream out in ticklish agony.

“GA-GAHAHAHANGLE NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Aww don’t worry, I’ll check on you in a while again!” More random noises came from Jax’s mouth, trying to swear, but instead there were a few more musical instrument noises, a car honk, and even a cow moo at one point. That only seemed to encourage the hands to be even harsher toward him, one of the paintbrushes going in between his toes. Jax howled with laughter, trying to twist and turn away from his fate.

“IIHIHIHIHIHIH HAHAHAHAHATE THIHIHIHIHIHIS STUHUHUHUHUHPID AHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHENTURE!”

Jax then let out an uncharacteristic squeal as he felt feathers brushing up and down his ears. This was maddening! As the paintbrushes picked up their pace, Jax felt a horrible thought enter his mind. Would Gangle actually let him out of here? Or would she just keep him there until the end of the adventure, making sure he couldn’t destroy anything or cause problems for anyone else? “P-PLEHEHEHEASE PLHEHEHEHEASE IIHIHIHIHI’LL BEHEHEHEHEHAVE!” Jax cried out desperately.

It seemed to work, as the tickling suddenly stopped, the arms releasing him. Jax caught his breath, feeling a few phantom tickles linger. He brought his hands up to his ears, trying to rub the tingling sensation away as the TV turned back on.

“Thank you, valued employee, for deciding to be a team player!” Video-Gangle told him, looking happy, proud, and… relieved? Maybe Jax was imagining things. “Of course, here at Spudsy’s, we respect our employees needing time for themselves, so you may take a few moments to get yourself together before heading back out there!”

Small mercies, Jax supposed. “You’re uh… not going to tell anyone about this, right?”

Video-Gangle simply giggled, before the TV turned off once again, leaving Jax alone with his thoughts. Well, he supposed this made both of them even, in a way. Jax knew about the figurine thing, and Gangle managed to make him beg for mercy. He shook his head, getting his dumb uniform back in order. Once he was more composed, one of the large hands from before gently pushed him out of the room and back into the work area, patting his head before disappearing to God knows where.

Back to work, Jax supposed.

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