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an art trade with @aviafoil from a little while ago, ft. their oc frenzy! <:3c

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Someone's sure lovey today ♡

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I'd like to break down that "tough act" and I know just the trick, I'll pin your arm above your head and start to slowly scribble at your palm down to your sensitive armpit and let's see how tough you are then when you're being reduced to a giggly and blushy little lee. Awww what's that? Can't hold back anymore? You're just so very cute darling. And when you least expect it I'll give you quick squeezes up and down your sides as I scribble all over your ribs with the other hand, You poor baby, getting ticklish with each and every feeling of my nails wiggling against your skin? Aw good, that's what I want. For you to be a thoughtless little lee just for me

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Lovely big wives, make sure your cute little husbands get all the tickly kisses they're deserved

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A little more about Mirt:

Name: Mirt

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~160 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Mirt is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He’s very skinny, equal parts graceful and awkward. He has long rabbitlike ears and a thin, agile tail. His skin is soft and velvety, and has a super fine peach fuzz all over his body.

Personality: Playful, chipper and a little bit flighty. He doesn’t have a genuinely mean bone in his body, and approaches everyone like they’re already his friend. He sometimes has trouble realizing when someone wants to be left alone, and has a hard time taking subtle (or sometimes even obvious) hints that others might be upset with him.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: Mirt has an Aussie accent! (It doesn’t make a lot of sense because Australia doesn’t exist in his world, but… you’re not supposed to think that deeply about it.) He has a soft, gentle, casual-sounding voice.

Quirks: Will juggle whatever he can get his hands on, often dancing and singing along to the music in his head. If he is given any small throwable food to eat, he will try to toss it and catch it in his mouth without fail. He doesn't always actually manage to catch it, though...

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, but a switch recreationally… in other words, as a tickle monster he feels like it’s his duty to tickle others, but comes to enjoy being tickled too.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): A solid 7. Quite ticklish, but it’s not totally debilitating.

Any special powers or talents? He’s quick, extremely flexible, and has superb balance. His large ears also give him very good hearing, so he’s difficult to sneak up on.

First thing people notice about them: Probably his ears, since they make him look so much taller.

Your favorite thing about them: I love how sweet and open and affectionate he is! Both because it makes him a super comforting character, but also because he helps other more reticent characters open up a little more.

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i love being tickled facedown bc it feels soooo helpless i love feeling like i can’t get away >w<

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"Aw, that's nice. And this?"

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Enjoying spring with @silly-feeling’s tickle monster, Peet! 💙

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I started writing this in bed over the past few nights, mostly to help me sleep.

Just over 800 words, Casper and Avery cuddles and a bit of tickling, that's all. 💙

“Avery?”

“Mm?”

“How sleepy are you?”

“Quite… But, I'm awake. Are you okay?” 

Avery rolled to face me, the side of his head squishing into his pillow as his fingers reached for me, stroking my cheek. I cupped his cool hand against my face.

“Yeah, but… I think your quilt has a loose thread somewhere? I keep feeling it on my legs, can we turn the light on?” 

There was a brief pause, then a sound like buzzing static as the lamp on Avery's side table flicked on without him moving. He smiled as the dim light illuminated my face. 

I snorted. “How do you do that? And don't say-” 

“-magic~?” He finished sleepily, grinning a little wider. 

I rolled my eyes playfully as I dove under the covers, looking for the errant thread. My hand batted and swiped, but what meager light filtered through Avery's thick quilt wasn't much help.

“Could you hand me my phone, please? I can't find it.” 

I reached my hand back from the semi-tent I'd created, but instead of putting my phone in it, Avery simply folded the blanket over to expose the underside. 

“Oh, um, I guess that works too,” I said, blushing a little. “Oh, here it is.” 

I moved to rip the loose thread, causing Avery to jump. 

“Ah-! No, please don't tug,” he pleaded, gentle fingers touching my arm, “I'm sorry, this quilt is old and delicate. Here, I have sewing scissors.” He reached into the drawer of his side table, and I couldn't help but be terribly endeared that he had a mini sewing kit in there. Opening the clear case, he retrieved the scissors and cleanly snipped the loose thread, smoothing his hand over the blanket as if comforting it. 

“There we are,” he folded everything up and put it back, “good as new.” He smiled at me again, rubbing the back of my hand. “Are you ready for me to turn the light off, now?” 

I hesitated, because I was staring at his quilt, really seeing it for the first time; a slightly warm, marshmallowy-white fabric that was covered in a rainbow of patchwork pinwheel shapes, some solid, some patterned with various floral motifs. Though it was clearly old and thoroughly loved, there actually weren't any other stray threads that I could see, nor were there any holes or stains – I supposed that mini sewing kit had seen a lot of use over the years. 

“This quilt is really beautiful. Did someone make it for you?” 

“Yes, my mother did, just before I was born.” 

My fingers went from gentle to reverent as I traced the edges of the pinwheel shapes. Only moments ago, I could've ruined Avery's blanket – his baby blanket, lovingly made by his mother and painstakingly treasured by him for years. My stomach hurt. 

“God, I am so sorry,” I said, nervous to look at him. “I was so careless, I could've… I'll never do that again.” The guilt was immense. I hugged myself. 

“Oh, dewdrop,” Avery replied. A soft hand pulled me against his side, rubbing my arm. “I love this quilt, and I'm glad I stopped you… But even if I hadn't, whatever damage you did could've been fixed. Even by myself, perhaps – I've gotten pretty good at sewing over the years, hehe. So, don't worry, okay?” 

I snuggled against him, closing my eyes and focusing on the rubbing of his hand, letting the comforting and repetitive motion penetrate me. My head found its way to his chest, my hand encircling him and rubbing his side and belly. Avery murmured and cooed as I touched him, and then the light was off and both of our heads rested on his pillow, his hands stroking my back as I squeezed him and kissed into the crook of his neck. My hands wandered his body, grabbing gentle handfuls of his sides and belly – and without intending to do so, making him tremble with barely restrained giggles. 

“Casper… pfff, hehe! Ahh, it t-tickles when you do that,” he said of my fondling, sending a thrilling tingle down my spine as he shifted under my hands. How terribly I craved to make him sing with laughter, but I knew he was tired – we both were. Rolling onto my other side, I pressed my back against Avery’s body. 

“You're lucky I’m nice,” I grumbled playfully, earning a swift tickle to my belly that made me cry out a surprised laugh. I reached back to pinch his hip, but he snatched my hand and folded it gently back against my chest. 

“When we wake up,” he promised, voice already heavy with sleep. I heard him take his glasses off, then his arms tugged me against him again, cuddling and holding me like a treasured plushie. My breath regulated and my eyes fluttered closed, palms blindly stroking the cool silk of his arms around me.

“I love you.” 

He responded in a murmur of syllables that made me smile. I tucked Avery's quilt up to my neck, my mind still tracing pinwheels as I drifted off with him.

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A little more about Greary:

Name: Greary

Pronouns: he/him

Age: ~150 (A young adult in fae years)

Appearance: Greary is a tickle monster, so he isn’t quite human! He has a generally dark and drab appearance, with pale gray skin and raven black hair. He dresses sharply in a pinstriped suit, top hat and tattered black cloak.

Personality: A strange bird. He tries very hard to appear serious, grim and proper, but he’s not quite “cool” enough to properly pull it off. He often lets the facade slip when he’s especially flustered, spooked or excited, and reveals that he’s really just sort of an eccentric, neurotic individual.

Occupation: Whimsical fae creature

Voice: Very posh nasally British accent. Will sometimes try to force his voice lower in an attempt to seem more formidable.

Quirks: Loves collecting feathers. Not even because of the whole tickle monster thing, he just loves them. He also writes gloomy poetry, and regularly moves himself to tears doing so.

Tickle role: Ler “professionally”, lee-leaning switch recreationally. As a tickle monster he naturally likes to tickle others, but he craves being tickled once he gets a taste.

Ticklishness (on scale of 1-10): 8— pretty darn ticklish all over

Any special powers or talents? He can summon ghostly hands to assist him in tickling, and often has them floating around him. They can also be used to assist in everyday tasks.

First thing people notice about them: His flashy wardrobe.

Your favorite thing about them: The concept of a serious gloomy tickle monster is very cute to me 😌

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Someone get me a lee who wants to be gently wrecked. I want endless streams of giggles and blushy cheeks, I want lip biting to keep the giggles in, I want them to try and hide their face in their hands. I want avoiding eye contact while I tickle their worst spots, I want them telling me no and shaking their head when I ask them if they’re ticklish, I want GENTLE BREAKING

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ohg god the dams been broken. cannot stop making tword doodles now. taking my brain out of my skull and shaking it. please be normal please

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i r really like @silly-feeling little guys…. esp this guy… i like his. belly

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Tickle interrogation but it's to make them admit nice things about themselves 💕

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aaaghdhdbdhdb ok one more. i’m done for tonite i gotta go be normal now

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Well..? I'm waiting!

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I think everyone should have their belly gently tickled with a soft feather at least once in their life tbh. It’s sooo nice.