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sunstone-smiles · 7 months

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Could we have day 2 what lurks in the dark with Miguel & Peter B? I’m so excited for this year’s event!

Power Outage

Author’s note: Yaaaas!!! I’m excited too! Mayday is making a cameo in the picture below, but I threw in a cameo with Lyla in the fic because it felt right Lol! I hope you enjoy Day 2 of Tickletober: What Lurks in the Dark (from Crow’s Tickletober 2023 list)!

Series: Across the Spider-Verse

Characters: Miguel O'Hara, Peter B. Parker, and Lyla

Word count: 868

Summary: Miguel’s office lights are out. That might not seem so bad at first, but something, or perhaps someone, tries to mess with him in the darkness.

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Strange…Why is his office so dark? Usually the lights turn on as soon as he walks in. Miguel pulls up a floating screen from his watch and taps on the digital surface. ERROR comes up in red letters with a restrictive buzzer-like sound.

Great, the power must be out. Not a problem. He can override the system manually when he gets to the main system at his desk.

…If he can find his desk, that is.

Miguel grumbles out a sigh and scrolls to find another setting on his watch. He clicks the small screen on his wrist and a light beams from the device. Flashlight mode comes in handy in the most unlikely circumstances. Miguel twists his wrist so it faces outward and he begins the darkened trek to his desk.

Miguel’s not afraid of the dark, but something is making him feel…uneasy. Perhaps it’s the way the floor feels as if it’s creaking at his feet, or the cold metal walls reflecting the light back at him. Or perhaps it’s the unknown of what lurks in the dark…

No, that’s silly.

A few steps later, Miguel spots his desk with the light from his watch. He walks towards it as usual.

Woosh.

Miguel stops his approach. He turns his head around while the light from his wrist scans the room. What sounded, yet did not feel, like a windy breeze rushed behind him. Only the metal walls reflect the light back at him.

Miguel turns his head back towards the direction of his desk. He keeps moving as if the sound was a freak coincidence, but he’s smart enough to know that ‘coincidence’ can’t be the explanation. What would have caused that—

“Gahack!” Miguel echoes through the dark when he feels a sudden poke to his side. He stumbles forward and wraps his free hand around the spot, while his other wrist beams the flashlight against his surroundings. Nothing’s there.

Then another poke hits him, then another, alternating from one side to the other as if each poke was pushing him around, until the teasing pokes cease and he suddenly feels a clawing at the back of his ribs.

Miguel arches his back with a yelp from the tickly feeling. He clamps his jaw shut, fangs bared as they barricade the army of giggles wanting to slam down the door. He tries to shine the light behind him, but he’s unable to identify his attacker. What was going on?

“S-Show yourself!” Miguel attempts to threaten through a shaky snarl. He twists on his heels and swipes in front of him, but the concealed culprit swoops behind him and squeezes his sides. Miguel yelps again and whips around at another attempt at attacking, but the mysterious culprit bests him once more and takes the chance to dig into his belly from behind. Miguel squeaks and immediately bursts into deep laughter that could make the metal walls rumble. He flails like a startled cat clawing at the air and jumps backwards as if he was yanked in that direction by an invisible rope. The force of his jump is so sudden that Miguel ends up toppling backwards. He lands with a crash on something other than the floor.

In an instant, the lights of his office turn on like the stage lights of a theater. Lyla materializes in front of Miguel, yet she’s looking down at the floor instead of him. Her expression shows concern.

Miguel looks down in the same direction. The “thing” that he landed on? Well, it was none other than Peter B; it’s the ghost of the darkness in the flesh.

Peter takes the night vision goggles, that Lyla no doubt had given him, from his eyes and perches them on top of his head like sunglasses. Peter stares up at Miguel, smiling nervously. “H-Hey Miguel. How’s it going?”

Of course, it all makes sense now. Lyla was the one controlling the lights, while Peter did the “dirty” work to play this trick on him.

After piecing this together, Miguel snarls above Peter; he’ll deal with Lyla later. Right now, it’s Peter’s cue to run.

The spiderman below scrambles to escape his trapped state between Miguel and the floor. Miguel shifts his weight off of him, but the leader quickly grabs the other man’s leg and yanks Peter towards him.

Peter claws at the floor before flipping onto his back. “M-Miguel!” Peter puts his hands in front of him to surrender, “Let’s talk about this!” Peter then darts his head in the direction of the AI, “Lyla! Say something!”

The AI shrugs, then smiles. “You’re on your own, Peter.” She swiftly dematerializes in a flash.

“Traitor!” Peter yells at the Lyla-less air before silencing himself when he sees Miguel extend his claws above him, like a hungry tiger ready to dig into their meal.

Peter’s eyes go wide and he nervously gulps. The next thing he knows after seeing a smirk on Miguel’s lips, that claw plunges right into his belly, vibrating viciously with tickly intent.

Peter screeches with laughter and kicks his legs while Miguel enacts his revenge. “Nohohoho! Nohoho! Wahahait!!! Miguehehehel!” One could say that Peter's laughter sure lights up a room.

#Dabbles from Sunstone #tickletober #crow's tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #peter b. parker #across the spiderverse fic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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lee-lucius · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 1: Secret

Summary: After a ticklish encounter, Killua and Gon both discover the secrets they were keeping from each other.

Word Count: 2,012

I'm back! Sorry for disappearing, but going back to has been... an adjustment 😅. Anyways, I'm back for Tickletober, and I'll do my best to update. I hope you enjoy! 💙

The smile on his face was blinding. Golden streaks of sunlight shone through the shutters, streaming across his tawny skin; dazedly bright hair splaying across the cushions, enrooting itself into the depths of the couch; his head bent at an unnatural angle, body pinned in a mass of entangled limbs. Through the scuffle, Killua caught glimpses of him—his eyes squeezed shut, a flush blooming across his skin with the brightest smile Killua had ever seen illuminating his face.

"Leheheohoriohoho!" Gon cried, bursting with brilliant laughter, as he squirmed hopelessly in his grasp.

"I don't wanna hear anything from you but an apology, you little punk!" Leorio growled with mock anger, a satisfied smirk on his face. He almost looked happier than Gon.

"Wahaihit! Nohoho! Nohohohot thehehere!" He squealed, after Leorio seemingly moved to a worse spot. It was hard to tell with all the squirming.

"Come on, I want to hear it! 'I'm sorry, Mr. Leorio! I won't do it again!'"

"I'm sahahaharry!"

"And?" He asked teasingly, but gradually eased up on the tickling.

"Ahahahand I wohohon't ahahgahain!"

Killua didn't know what Gon even did. He only came rushing into the room after having heard Gon's screams, only to be greeted by… this. The two hadn't even seemed to notice him standing in the doorway.

Until Leorio finally eased up, releasing Gon and ruffling his head with a chuckle. "That'll teach you a lesson not to mess with me. Oh—hey, Killua! When did you get here?"

Gon peaked a glossy brown eye open, meeting Killua's, who immediately looked away, blushing after being caught.

"I heard the noise and came to check it out," he muttered, gaze firmly on the floor. "Then I found you two idiots."

"Hey, I'd be careful if I were you! Or else we might just get you next. Right, Gon?"

He laughed good-naturedly. Killua didn't know if it was because of what Leorio said or the fact that he hadn't stopped giggling since Leorio let him go.

"I'm not ticklish."

"Oh yeah?" Leorio challenged, a grin growing on his face.

"I'm not," he exclaimed bodly, raising his arms and crossing them behind his head with a smirk. "Go on. Try me."

Barking out a laugh, Leorio quickly strided across the room. "You're just asking for it now."

Despite his cool demeanor, Killua couldn't help the nerves spreading through him. He didn't think he was ticklish, but he actually wasn't sure.

He'd been isolated in his home his whole life, until he left for the exam. And his family certainly wasn't affectionate. He was more likely to get a punch than a hug growing up. The only exception was with Alluka, and while they had a few playful interactions over the years, Killua always started it, and Alluka wasn't one for revenge.

So, he had never actually been tickled before, despite his false bravado. But, at the very least, he hoped his training would come in handy now.

Leorio had now crossed the room and stood in front of him, wiggling his fingers in a teasing way that made Killua's heart beat faster. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he was ticklish.

"You sure you don't wanna beg for mercy? I might take it easy on you if you do."

Killua only laughed confidently, making Leorio tsk and shrug, digging his hands into Killua's armpits, saying, "It's your funeral."

Then, after a moment, "Huh?"

There was nothing. No reaction from Killua. Not the slightest twitch of his lips, and his arms didn't budge for a second.

"Well then… I guess I'll just have to try somewhere else!" Leorio exclaimed, still confident in his ability to reduce him to a laughing, begging mess.

Again, nothing. Not at his stomach or sides or ribs or anywhere else he tried.

Dumbfounded, Leorio shook his head, "Are you… really not ticklish?"

"I told you, idiot," Killua shrugged, brushing past him to turn back to his room. "This was a waste of time," was all he said before he disappeared, leaving behind a disappointed Leorio and Gon.

It was hours later before the subject came up again. After dinner, Gon and Killua had returned to their shared room to settle down for the night, when Gon suddenly blurted, "Are you really not ticklish?"

"What does it matter?" Killua asked, a faint blush heating his face. He faced the wall, hoping Gon wouldn't notice from the other side of the room.

"I'm just surprised. I didn't even know someone couldn't be ticklish—is it part of your assassin training?"

Killua hesitated. "It's… a secret."

"A secret?"

"Yeah."

It was stupid. It was Gon. There was no reason not to tell him the truth, but he didn't know why he'd lied to Leorio earlier either.

The idea had been exciting, and Killua was never one to turn away from a challenge, so he let Leorio tickle him. And it did tickle, or at least he thought it did. It had never happened before, but it sent a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling throughout his whole body. Instead of laughing, he ignored it and carefully controlled his reactions to appear unaffected.

"What if…" Gon started, drawing him from his thoughts, "I told you a secret, and then you told me yours?"

He paused, considering it. It wouldn't be that bad for Gon to find out, and he was curious; he didn't know Gon kept any secrets from him.

"Fine, but you have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Yeah!" Gon eagerly shot up from his bed, running over to sit next to Killua, who reluctantly turned to face him, hoping his face wasn't as hot as it felt.

Gon offered his pinky in a surprisingly familiar routine, and Killua locked it with his own. "Pinky promise and if I lie, stick a thousand daggers in my eye! And seal it with a kiss!"

It didn't sound exactly like how Killua remembered Gon doing it with his Aunt Mito, but he didn't say anything, simply smiling at the subtle change.

"Okay, you first," Killua ordered.

Gon didn't hesitate. "I like being tickled."

His brows furrowed, "Why's that a secret?"

"I don't know," Gon shrugged, flopping onto his back. "I just haven't told anyone before. It's a little embarrassing…"

Killua flopped down next to him. "Well I don't think Leorio or Kurapika would want to tickle you if you didn't like it."

"I guess. Anyway…" he looked at Killua expectantly, "what's your secret?"

His face heated, and he shifted to lay on his side, facing his back towards Gon to try and hide his embarrassment. "It's stupid."

"Mine was too."

He sighed, mumbling, "I think I am ticklish."

"Really?" Gon exclaimed, shooting up. "But you didn't react to Leorio at all!"

"Yeah, but it felt weird. Like… tingly," he shrugged, burying his face in his hands to avoid Gon's gaze. "I don't know. That was the first time anyone's tried to tickle me."

"Hmm…" he hummed in thought, considering. "What if I tickle you?"

"What?!" Killua exclaimed, dropping his hands from his face to prop himself up on his elbows.

"Then we can find out if you're ticklish. Want me to?"

He frowned, toying with the bedsheet between his fingers. "What if… I don't like it?"

"Then I'd stop," Gon answered simply. "Promise."

That, he supposed, made sense for Gon to say. Still, it was an odd sentiment.

Touches, throughout his life, had been designed to hurt, a painful lesson he'd have to learn if he was to continue his family's business. It never mattered if he wanted it; in fact, his family seemed to enjoy it more when he didn't.

There was no casual affection, no simple comforts, no consideration. Nothing like the simple ease Gon's, and his other friends, touches promised. There was instinctive unease, the desire to build up a facade and hide behind it, the lessons to never show weakness, but none of that mattered now.

Because Gon and Leorio and Kurapika, they wouldn't try to hurt him. He was safe with them.

"Okay, you can try," he finally answered, taking a deep breath.

There wasn't even a moment to compose himself before Gon pounced on him, wildly scribbling his fingers across Killua's stomach. He gasped, wriggling beneath him as the tingly, electric feeling spread back through him, shocking his limbs and making his heart stutter.

"Okay so far?" Gon asked, grinning in that beautifully bright way that made it hard to look at him, so Killua brought his arms back up to cover his face again and nodded.

"I-It's weheheird," he giggled, slightly muffled by his hands.

"Good weird or bad weird?" Gon asked, stilling his hands to let Killua gather his thoughts.

"...Dunno," he mumbled, blush darkening.

"At least now we know you're ticklish!" He said, then, after a few moments of silence, "Want me to keep going?"

It was another few moments before he slowly nodded, "Y-You can."

"Then…" Gon reached out, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling his hands away from Killua's face, his own hovering a few inches above it. There was a weird feeling in Killua's chest that he didn't have the time to dwell on. "I want to see your face."

Overwhelmed, Killua turned away, looking at the wall instead. "Whatever."

He could practically feel the brightness emanating from Gon's smile without even looking.

"Ready?" Gon asked, releasing his wrists. Through the corners of eyes, he swore he saw Gon curling his hands into claws.

"Three…" he drawled, giggling to himself as he counted down. "Two…"

Killua just wanted him to get it over with already, which definitely was because of how annoying Gon was being, not because of the building anticipation that made it feel like his stomach was doing flips.

"One!" he cried, digging his fingers into Killua's ribs, making him burst into loud, wild, boyish laughter.

His arms shot down, shoving at Gon's who managed to masterly avoid him.

"Should I stop?"

There wasn't time to think about how embarrassing it really was, only how much fun he was having with his best friend, and how he was safe and comfortable and receiving an almost foreign affection. "Nohohoho!"

"Good, cause this is really fun! Right? But tell me when you can't take it anymore, okay?"

"Ihihi cahan tahahake ahahanythihing!" he boldly exclaimed, then squealed and shot his arms down when Gon prodded at his pits.

"Are you sure?" Gon teased, "I just started, and you're already laughing a lot."

"Shuhut uhuhup! I cahahan—cahan tahahake mohohre thahan yohohou!"

"Reall—hehehey!" he burst into laughter when Killua suddenly shot forward and latched onto his side, squeezing rapidly.

"Whahat? Cahahan't tahake ihihit?"

"Ohof cohohuhurse I cahan!" Gon managed between laughter, wriggling into Killua's ribs as the boys wrestled on the bed, targeting the worst tickle spots they could find.

They both put up a valiant effort, but Gon knew he lost when Killua latched onto his hips, kneading them.

"Wahahait! Wahaihit!" he shrieked, releasing Killua's sides to grab at his arms, struggling to escape.

"Bad spot, huh?" Killua smirked, doubling his efforts. "Come on, I win, right? Say it!"

"Yohohou wihihihin!"

"Yes!" Killua cheered, letting go of Gon and pumping his fist in the air.

Gon collapsed against the bed; Killua falling next to him, as they both desperately panted for air, still laughing together.

Once he managed to regain himself, Killua turned to look at him, an exhausted smile tugging at his lips. "That was fun."

Gon's own smile grew. "I'm glad… yohou… had fun. Should do ihit again… sometime," he wheezed between breaths.

"Yeah," he smiled. That weird feeling in his chest was back. "But it's way too easy to beat you."

"I'll win… next time! 'Sides…" Gon paused, allowing himself to fully catch his breath before continuing. "Besides, there's no way you'll beat Leorio. He's too good."

"He didn't get me earlier."

"Yeah, but you were using your assassin skills! Just wait until he really tries. He's unstoppable, and Kurapika helps him most of the time," Gon shuddered, making Killua laugh.

"That sounds fun."

Gon beamed, "Yeah."

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh tickle #hunter x hunter tickle #gon freecss #killua zoldyck #leorio #lee!gon #lee!killua #ler!gon #ler!leorio #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023

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cantsaythetword · 10 months

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TickleTober 2023 Prompt List

Welcome to TickleTober 2023! Below are my daily AND (new to this year) weekly prompt lists :D

Just to explain - I've worked this out to be the weekly ones end up on a monday, so they match the daily ones for that date (idk if that makes sense, hopefully it does). If any of the daily prompts speak to you better as a weekly one tho that's totally cool!

(click for clearer images lol)

Once I’ve finished them, they’ll be on my Tickletober 2023 Masterpost.

There’ll also be a link on my pinned masterpost

If you'd like to send in a prompt, it can be anything from just the character/s you want to see, to the day you want me to write for, all the way to a full idea of how you want the fic to go! I'm happy with anything 🥰

Good luck everybody!

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober prompts #crow's tickletober 2023 #crow's daily tickletober 2023 #crow's weekly tickletober 2023 #tickletober 23 #i can't tell if i like the design of this year's list better than last year's #i think the layout/colour scheme is better #i just idk about the handwritten prompts #i feel like typing was better last year #tho it feels more personal now? idk

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thatsadbietch · 6 months

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The Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl

Crow's Tickletober Days 3 (full moon), 9 (payback for a scare), 18 (camping), AND 28 (woods/forest)

Warning: Tickle fic! And mild cursing.

After a long day of adventuring, you and Arven settle in for the night. Rather than the comfort of your dorm room, however, he takes you camping and shares some interesting folklore.

“There! All set!” Arven stated proudly, having finished pitching the tent, your and his sleeping quarters for the evening.

“You know, we probably could have made it back to the dorms before dark,” you mentioned, “so we wouldn’t have had to camp out here all night.”

“Even so,” Arven replied, crossing his arms, as if he were disappointed in you saying such a thing, “now we can cook over an open flame, which will always make food taste better!”

“Did it have to be in Tagtree Thicket though? At dusk?” You looked around the forest and noted how dark it was getting already, the trees no help as their leaves and branches shielded much of the sunlight from the ground below them.

“Aw, you scared, little buddy?” Arven cooed, half-teasing, half-concerned, messing your hair. You never asked him to fill this big brother type role, he just kind of inserted himself there: always making sure your team was healed after Titan battles, feeding Miradon, looking out for you in general while never losing sight of his own mission.

“N-no!” You swatted his hand away, “I just know the Mimikyu and Impidimps come out more at night.” Arven released Mabosstiff, as he usually does when you two took time to rest.

“We’ve fought nearly all the Titan pokemon, we’ll be fine! And besides, it’s your first time camping out here, yeah? I plan on giving you the full experience!” You rolled your eyes, kneeling down to build and start a proper campfire… giving up shortly after rubbing sticks together and seeing no sparks. You ended up releasing your Armarouge and asking it to help light the fire.

“Thanks, Armarouge. Since you’re out already, do you want to enjoy the full experience of camping with us?” you asked, with air quotes. The pokemon nodded curtly and sat close to you. It was familiar with Arven from fighting alongside his team in Titan battles and enjoyed his and Mabosstiff’s company. Arven chuckled at your sass.

“Just wait. Now that there’s finally a fire going, I can start cooking!” You noted Arven pulling out his supplies, though it didn’t look like he was preparing sandwiches this time. You watched him retrieve a small pot and rice from his bag, along with several other ingredients and spices. He was too zoned-in on his craft to notice your confusion, so you merely watched him work. He didn’t use measuring utensils, but was still meticulous about which ingredients and how much he used, his concentration not faltering once.

“I wonder if his face will freeze like that,” you commented out loud, mostly to yourself, but your Armarouge heard and seemed to be amused.

“Aaaand, done!” Arven announced, presenting to you and Armarouge with a bowl of curry before sitting down across from you with his own and Mabosstiff’s serving.

“Not your usual, Arven,” you pointed out, blowing on a spoonful to cool it off.

“Yeah, I went outside the box for your first camping trip. You’re welcome, little buddy.” Arven mused, clearly proud of himself. “Curry is super popular in the Galar region. If they can do it, so can I.” And he did it well, as he usually did with all things cooking. You’d never tasted a meal of his that you didn’t enjoy.

“You REALLY outdid yourself this time, Arven. I might not be able to go back to sandwiches after this,” you teased, and Armarouge murmured in agreement.

“Don’t get too used to it, some of these ingredients are from Galar, and they weren’t cheap. But you’ve helped us out a lot so… I’m happy to.” Your teasing smirk turned to a genuine smile, looking at your friend and his companion pokemon. While Mabossiff was still in no shape to battle, he was leaps and bounds better than when you first met him.

Arven looked up toward the sky and grinned. “How fitting, the moon is full. You know what that means, don’t you?” You and Armarouge set your empty bowls down and looked at Arven quizzically.

“I guess not. Well, I promised the full experience, and no camping trip would be complete without telling you the Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl.”

You couldn’t help yourself: you burst in cackles. “Thahat sounds ridiculous!”

“I’m serious!”

“Okhahay, okay, please enlighten us,” you settled, nudging your Armarouge that was making breathy sounds that could be interpreted as chuckles.

“With pleasure,” he began, his stoic demeanor on the subject only weakening your ability to keep a straight face.

“The legend tells of a Morgrem, shunned by its fellow Morgrem and Impidimps for having white hair instead of black. Its white hair was so bright, even at night, that it was always seen by both predator and prey, making hunting difficult and risking the safety of its herd. One day, it was chased out of its herd, forced to wander Tagtree Thicket all on its own.”

Your chortles and looks of amusement faded, letting yourself be immersed in the story. Armarouge placed a protective hand on your shoulder and scanned the forest around you.

“The Morgrem fended for itself pretty well, considering the odds against it. That is, until one night, there was a huge, bright, full moon, a lot like this one, actually.” You looked up, and even through the trees you could tell the moon was at its full glory, and seemed huge in the sky.

“The moonlight was so brilliant that night, that the Morgrem’s hair appeared to radiate with it. But it had no more food in its shelter, and had to go looking for more. That’s when a gang of Spidops ambushed it.” You felt yourself scoot closer to your Armarouge.

“It was no match for the horde of Spidops, not by itself. And just when it thought it couldn’t take anymore, a huge glow enveloped the entire thicket. The neighboring town’s residents at the time swore it was as bright as daylight in the middle of the night. Turns out, it was the Morgrem, evolving into the biggest, strongest, and nastiest snow-white Grimmsnarl ever known. Not only did it fight off the Spidops, it found its old herd and drove them completely out of the thicket in a terrifying rage, along with any other pokemon that got in its way. So from then on, the Grimmsnarl’s white hair was no longer a give-away, but a warning to the pokemon and trainers that wander in the forest. Especially when the moon is full, since it's said that’s where it draws its unfathomable strength. And, if somehow you miss its brilliant white hair in the moonlight, there is no mistaking its guttural, earth-shattering cry…”

“GRRROOOOAAAAARRR!”

You latched onto Armarouge and elicited a frightened, piercing scream, while Armarouge, holding you steady with one arm, readied the other one to defend against what it thought was going to be a gigantic white Grimmsnarl. However, after a beat you heard Arven breaking into hysterics, and opened your eyes to see not a gigantic white Grimmsnarl, but a Toedscruel. More specifically, Arven’s Toedscruel, walking back to his trainer, making a deep chuckling sound along the way.

“ARVEN! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF US!” He almost didn’t hear your scolding over his own laughter.

“Ithihihit was sohohoho gohohohod! Youho should hahave seen your fahahace!” You huffed, feeling your face flush.

“Aww, come ohohon, little buddy,” he said, starting to calm down, returning Toedscruel to its pokeball, “Scary stories are camping staples! And the moon is full, I couldn’t waste a perfect opportunity!” You sighed as your heart rate returned to a normal pace.

“Okay, okay, you had your fun, I’ll take your apology now,” you spat, still in a pout. Arven, seeing this, chuckled again.

“I’m not apologizing, it was a story! That’s what you do when you go camping!” You glared at him, knowing he meant no harm, and was just having a laugh at your expense. Well, if it's a laugh he wanted…

“Don’t make me make you apologize, Arven!”

“Oooh, I’m soooo scared,” Arven mocked, “What are you gonna do, call the white Grimmsnarl on me?”

“I don’t need the white Grimmsnarl,” you stated, “I have Armarouge.” You looked past Arven, who was confused for a moment before your ever-loyal pokemon grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him. Arven jumped, obviously never noticing Armarouge creep over, and tried to stand and break its grip, but Armarouge wasn’t one of your strongest team members for nothing.

You stood and strode over menacingly, fingers taking the form of claws. Arven seemed to get it now, and struggled a bit more spastically.

“N-now little buddy, let’s not be hasty, it was all in fun, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it certainly was, we liked your story for sure, right Armarouge?”

“Ar, mar,” it replied, tightening its grip on Arven. You reached Arven and placed your “claws” on Arven’s already shaking belly, an involuntary smile starting to form across his features.

“But if it was a laugh you wanted, you could have just asked.”

“Th-that’s nohohot what I said- hehehehe, nohohoho lihihittle buddy!” He giggled, as you wasted no time gently scribbling and skittering your fingers along the young chef’s midsection, a yelp escaping after you slipped a hand under his shirt to reach his bare belly.

“Wahahahait, nohohoho!” Arven gasped, still trying to free himself from Armarouge’s grip. You looked up to your companion pokemon, and could tell it was just as amused as you were.

“Should a cook’s stomach be so sensitive?” You teased, watching your friend’s reactions, and still futile attempts to keep his composure. “You’d think a cook would need a hardened stomach, since you eat all kinds of different food.” At that, you skittered in and around Arven’s belly button, to which his laughter positively boomed and kicked his legs out, almost kicking you.

“LIHIHIHITTLE BUDDEEEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” He thrashed, but Armarouge held firm, even when Arven’s head was thrown back against its chest in ticklish agony.

“Not where, heeeere?” You dragged, wiggling a finger in his belly button while your other hand still scurried up and down his sides.

“NAHAHAHAHA, DOHOHOHON’T! BWAHAHAHA!” If there were smaller, curious pokemon close by, Arven’s boisterous laughter probably scared them off.

“Shhh! Arven! The Glowering White Grimmsnarl will hear you!” You continued to torment, backing off of his weakest point to instead test another spot against your ticklish grip, suddenly squeezing the tops of his knees. His booming laugher calmed to a bubbly cackle, which was honestly quite adorable.

Now that you thought about it, you had only just recently begun to see Arven smile, due to the hopefulness he had for his companion. Oh, Mabosstiff! You turned and realized he was watching the whole interaction, tail wagging in approval. Arven followed your gaze to his dear friend.

“Mahahahabosstiff! Dohohoho somethihihing!” And, at his trainer’s command, he did get up to do something. That something being nuzzling his snout in Arven’s ribs.

“NOHOHOT WHAT I MEANT! MAHAHAHABOSSTIFF, NOHOHO!”

“I think he likes seeing your smile! You don’t do it enough, you know,” you “scolded,” and Mabosstiff offered a “rrrruff” in Arven’s underarm as if to agree. This only deepened the blush on Arven’s face as his giggling somehow got more bubbly and boy-like, almost making you forget that he was actually your upperclassman.

“TRAHAHAHAITOR! BOHOHOTH OF YOU!” he sputtered, not trying too hard to escape Armarouge’s grip anymore, whether out of giving in or exhaustion, Armarouge couldn’t tell.

“Aaar, ma,” it said, in a tone you recognized as one of concern. You waved at Mabosstiff, getting his attention and ceasing his attack on his master’s ribs and underarms. Arven caught his breath as Armarouge continued to hold him for support.

“Are you good, Arven? I’ll take this over an apology any day,” you jested, Arven chuckling now of his own accord.

“You got me pretty good, little buddy, I’ll give you that. I’m okay, now, Armarouge. You can let go. I would thank you, except you’re also to blame.” Armarouge made that same breathy sound from earlier, recognized as a laugh, and walked back in your direction. Arven hunched over and rested one of his elbows on his knees, catching his breath. He had the other hand on Mabosstiff, patting the top of his head. He stood after a moment and looked at you, chuckling again and shaking his head.

“I’m going to bed. A monster worse than the white Grimmsnarl got to me. You’ll get yours, little buddy, you’ll see.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say. I think I like this camping thing, but I’ll turn in, too. Maybe you can tell another story?”

“NO!”

#tickle #tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #ticklefic #lee!Arven #ler!reader #ticklish!arven #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon tickle #crow's tickletober 2023 #crow's daily tickletober 2023 #crow's weekly tickletober 2023

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tickletober · 9 months

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All 2023 Tickletober Prompt Lists (So Far!)

Hey everybody!! Here are links to all the tickletober prompt lists I've found for Tickletober 2023! I'll put them under a cut, and I'll edit the list if any more crop up. Have fun this year, and remember to take care of yourselves!

augtickletober2023

crow's tickletober 2023

miya&mia's tickletober 2023

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023 #tfb community #tickletober prompt list #tickletober prompts #augtickletober2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #miya&mia's tickletober 2023

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kusuguricafe · 9 months

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Requests closed—preparing for tickletober

Requests are closed for now. I'll be preparing for tickletober from now until October. I might reopen requests back up in November, and if not, I'll probably wait until the beginning of next year.

If you'd like, you can send in a suggestion for tickletober by sending me an ask with a number from any of these prompt lists (don't forget to tell me which list you're choosing from) and a pairing. The characters I'll write for are in my request guidelines, which you can find on my pinned post. There is no guarantee I will use your suggestion.

I probably won't be able to post every day. I'll do what I can! Thank you for reading, and I look forward to seeing what everyone has in store for this year! 🎃🖤🧡

#tickletober #tickletober2023 #augtickletober2023 #miya&mia's tickletober #crow's tickletober 2023 #valstickletober2023 #update #princess declarations

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Girlhood (Inej, Nina)

Summary: Inej and Nina grow closer, and Inej learns how lovely it is to have a female friend. (Prompted by @tklpilled 800 years ago, and I squeezed it into a fic for Day #11, "Squeal" for Tickletober!! xo)

After the Menagerie, Inej’s relationship with touch was very different.

As a child, her large, Suli family was always full of hugs, kisses, and playful tussling. There was no greater comfort than being encased in her mother’s arms, those arms that kept nightmares away and slowed the flow of tears with ease. Her father would kiss her forehead, her cheeks, ruffle her long hair, whisper affections. She was safe back then. She trusted the Saints completely, believing that they would always protect her from harm. She was innocent and happy, a little acrobat with big dreams.

That all changed the moment she was torn from her family and brought to Ketterdam on a dirty slaver ship, not knowing what her future would hold. All she wanted was her mom, those strong arms to pull her in and squeeze her tight. Instead, fourteen-year-old Inej hugged her own knees to her chest and cried.

She is no longer the Menagerie’s lynx, no longer under the control of Tante Heleen. Now she is Kaz Brekker’s spider. His Wraith. And while she likes the taste of freedom, she still flinches when men grow rowdy in the Crow Club, still can’t bear to meet the eyes of men who call out lewd things to her on the streets. It’s why she prefers to travel on roofs; the birds aren’t ogling her with lust in their eyes.

Her only two friends in the world just so happen to be male, which usually doesn’t cause any issues. Kaz has never laid a hand on her, even through those leather gloves, and Jesper notices the way she shies away from touch and has only recently started to initiate hugs, which she has learned to accept and find comfort in, because Jesper is like a goofy older brother, and she knows he isn’t after anything from her.

When Nina Zenik enters her life, Inej finds a new comfort in female friendship. She had grown close with other girls at the Menagerie, but it was out of necessity, treating one another’s wounds, comforting each other during sleepless nights.

But she genuinely likes Nina, finds her humor and confidence endearing. And Nina notices the way men bother Inej, can probably sense the spike of her blood pressure, and when Inej finally tells her what happened to her, Nina doesn’t compliment her strength and survival skills. She doesn’t look at her with pity or disgust.

She simply says, “I’m sorry,” and opens her arms, an offering of a hug, and Inej can’t remember the last time she so willingly allowed someone she didn’t know well to touch her like this.

As they have grown closer, Inej realizes how different friendship with a girl can be. It makes her feel like the young woman she is, giggling and gossiping. Nina braids her hair and tells her all about the Fjerdan man she has fallen for, and Inej listens intently.

“And what about you, hm?” Nina asks. “Has anyone caught your eye?”

“Maybe,” she replies, unable to keep the smile off of her face. Deep down, she knows that nothing will come of it. It’s just a silly schoolgirl crush, but she’s never had a serious crush before, and never had a friend to talk to about it.

“Well, you must tell me now! Who is it?”

Inej chuckles fondly at Nina’s enthusiasm. “It’s nothing, really. He isn’t interested, and even if he was, I don’t know how I would even…” she trails off. “I mean, I don’t know if I could be with him. In that way, at least.”

Nina extends her arms, and Inej leans into her chest, accepting the hug. “If he’s a good man, that won’t matter to him. And just because you have trauma doesn’t mean you can’t overcome it.”

Inej hums. “I suppose. But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like me that way.”

“He’d be a fool not to,” Nina says. “With this pretty face?” She pokes the tip of Inej’s nose with her finger, and they both laugh.

Pulling away from the hug, Inej runs a hand through the braid Nina gave her, the feeling of soft hair tickling her palm a comfort. The girls share a moment of comfortable silence before Nina speaks again.

“…Is it Kaz?”

“What? Of course not,” Inej replies, much too quick.

Of course, Nina can hear her heartbeat, can sense the lie with ease, and she squeals excitedly.

“Inej, you must know he feels the same! Every time you enter the room, his breath catches like he’s never seen you before!”

She knows that Nina wouldn’t lie to her, especially not about this, but she feels years younger when she asks, “Really?”

“Yes! Oh, he’d kill me if he knew I told you this, but I swear it. Every time you laugh, his heart skips a beat!”

Inej flops back against the mattress, butterflies in her stomach. But reality swoops in quickly, and the fluttering is gone. “But he can’t show it. You can feel he cares, yes, but if I ever asked him about it, he would deny it. He refuses to get close to anyone.”

Nina lays down beside her, touches their hands. “I know it seems that way, but I think if anyone could sweep Kaz Brekker off his feet, it’s you.”

She groans, putting her hands over her face. Nina cuddles up to her side, murmuring kind words that make her feel a little less hopeless.

That night, they sleep in Inej’s room together, because Inej mentions she’s never had a traditional sleepover with friends, and Nina decides that simply won’t do.

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“Your heart is beating like mad,” is the first thing that Nina says when Inej enters her room. “What’s wrong?”

“Kaz touched me.”

“What?” Nina asks. Her expression isn’t one of excitement, though. It’s furious.

Realizing her mistake, Inej shakes her head. “No, not like that! In a good way. Or, I thought it was nice. He put his hand on my shoulder, just a quick brush. He was moving past me and it seemed like he didn’t even think about it…By the time I processed what had happened, he was already gone.”

Inej climbs onto the edge of Nina’s bed, grinning. “Is it ridiculous to be happy about something so small?”

“To some people, maybe. But that’s a big deal for you, and for Kaz!” Nina replies. Now that she understands the situation is positive, her joy matches Inej’s perfectly. “Look at you, all flustered,” she teases, poking at her side. “I’ve never seen you like this!”

Inej giggles, batting at her hand. “Just because you have had plenty of romantic exploits doesn’t mean we’re all used to it!”

Nina gives a mock-offended gasp. “Are you implying that I’m easy, Ghafa? You’d be correct, but it still isn’t polite!”

They both laugh. Inej feels young, happy, and carefree. She throws her arms around Nina’s neck and hugs her tight.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Nina asks, but hugs her back anyway.

“For being my sister.”

And if that sentiment makes Nina cry, well, no one needs to know that.

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They are all down in the Crow Club, sitting at a table off to the side, chatting away and watching the people of Ketterdam drink, gamble, and dance.

Inej sits between Kaz and Nina, cradling a drink between her hands. It’s been a week since Kaz had casually touched her shoulder, and she hasn’t stopped thinking about it, and Nina hasn’t stopped teasing her about it.

She sits quietly, dark eyes flitting over to Kaz and back to the table, unable to stop stealing glances, but embarrassed at the idea of being caught.

Nina notices, because Nina notices everything. She’s smirking, and Inej flushes under her gaze. And Kaz…Well, Kaz seems to be in his own little world, leather gloves gripping his glass, scanning the room intently.

Nina scoots closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You aren’t very subtle,” she whispers.

Inej blushes and elbows her softly. “Is it really that obvious?”

“To me, yes. To our male friends? They remain oblivious as always, it seems.”

She gives a sigh of relief. She has no idea how to act with a crush, just as she had no idea how to act when she first befriended Nina. Being herself had seemed to work, but Kaz was an enigma. Half the time, she could barely tell if he liked her at all, and if it hadn’t been for Nina’s Grisha intel…

Her inner thoughts are interrupted by Nina tickling her neck, a spot she’d discovered while braiding her hair, and Inej makes a sound she didn’t know she was capable of: A high-pitched, girlish squeal, and it makes Kaz jump beside her, turning around with concern evident on his face.

Nina is grinning, one hand scratching softly at the side of Inej’s neck, the other sneaking down to squeeze her side. “Stop staring off into space and spend some time with us,” she teases.

Other than Nina’s playful pokes, she hasn’t been tickled since she was a child. She expected to loathe it, to feel helpless, but Nina is gentle and silly and it feels nice to laugh so freely, despite her embarrassment that Kaz is now watching them with a half-confused, half-fond expression.

She remembers Nina mentioning that Kaz’s heart skips a beat when he hears her laugh, and it’s perhaps the sweetest thing she’s ever heard. Now, in the dim light, when her eyes aren’t squeezed shut in mirth, she sees the ghost of a smile on his face, a tinge of pink on his cheekbones.

When Nina stops, Inej works through residual giggles, her head resting on Nina’s shoulder.

Maybe this is what girlhood is all about: Being happy, carefree, and loved. She certainly feels all that and more as Nina snuggles her close.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #six of crows ticklefic #tickle fic #ticklefic #raspberry writes #six of crows

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Tickletober // day 9 ( cantsaythetword's list ) : PAYBACK FOR A SCARE

- Fandom : Miraculous Ladybug

- ler!Ladybug lee!ChatNoir

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Please i'm still on season 1 but i love the both of them already 🫶

also my art style be changing every time i draw i hate it

#miraculous ladybug tickle #tickle art #crow's tickletober 2023 #sfw tickle community #tickletober 2023

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TickleTober Day 1: Secret

~A/N - WELCOME TO TICKLECROWBER EVERYONE!!!!! (hehehehe see what I did there)

Our first fic comes from This Anon who asked for a heartstopper fic where Nick's rugby practice leads to the reveal of a tickly secret.

I am preparing this fic in like August lmao (at least, that's the goal) and I am currently finishing up my Europe Trip so if any fics are late then that's why hehe.

But yes! On to the fic!

- Enoy! ~

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Early season football practice always led to new surprises.

Teammates coming and going, new height and weight differences since before summer break, and realizing just how much of an effect the September holiday break had on everyone's fitness.

But, eventually they all blended into the same pattern. And Charlie had gotten quite used to watching Nick slide around in the mud of the pitch.

It was about 50 minutes in to the session, and there's only so much football Charlie could watch before zoning out. Absentmindedly letting his eyes gaze into the distance, the morning mist clouding the field his boyfriend was practicing on.

Then a squeal.

At the sound of his boyfriend's cry for help, Charlie practically vaulted over the half-height fence surrounding the pitch and sprinted towards the newly-formed crowd.

By the time he made it across the pitch there was a near-solid wall of people. But what is an impenetrable fortress against the love of two men? Ignoring any other input entering his senses, Charlie pushed past the onlookers of the rugby team and stumbled out into the small clearing.

Perhaps he should have listened to the giggling sounds coming from the center before acting so rashly.

"For someone who's a nightmare to get tackled by, you sure go down easy when you're on the receiving end mate." Someone teased from behind Charlie.

So that's what had happened. He thought with a soft smile, as Nick fought off a few pairs of threatening hands.

"Guhuhuys thihis is cheheating!" Nick laughed, feet kicking dirt away from himself as he tried to gain some sort of traction to move away from his attackers.

"Cheating?" One of the boys tickling him scoffed playfully. "S'not our fault you drop like a sack of bricks if a hand brushes past your side!"

"I dohoho nohohot!" Nick denied, though based on the situation he had found himself in all evidence suggested otherwise.

"I don't think even Charlie would take your side right now mate." The boy continued his attack for a few moments before looking over his shoulder at the man in question. "Would you?"

Charlie let out an amused snicker or two, his eyes flickering to the ground and back up again, and shook his head. "I had no idea you were ticklish Nick."

Nick let out a flustered groan, his hands briefly covering his reddening face before being forced back to protecting his stomach with a yelp.

"It's cute." Charlie laughed a little, crouching down next to his boyfriend and running a few fingers over Nick's neck.

"Chahahar!" Nick squealed, scrunching his shoulders. "Nohot you toohoo!"

"What? Does it tickle?"

"Chahahar!"

"Alright lads," One of the older guys chuckled, breaking up the party. "I reckon we'd better get back to practice."

There were a few murmurs of agreement, and some whines of complaint, but soon enough the boys dispersed back into their positions.

Nick however, was left to giggle his way to recovery on the floor.

"Don't worry." Charlie grinned into Nick's ear.

The boy shivered with a giggle. "Chahar..."

"Your secret's safe with me."

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #crow's tickletober 2023 #crowstickletober2023 #TICKLECROWBER #DKJHASDFKLSFLKJHL LMAO #IT'S TICKLECROWBER #TICKLECROWBER2023

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Tickletober Day 6: Creep

Summary: When Luck tries to goad Magna into a fight, he has to go to extreme measures to do so.

Word Count: 1,044

Magna was proud to be a member of the Black Bulls. He loved his squad, looked up to his Captain, and donned his robe with pride. The Bulls would be everything he had dreamed of, if it wasn't for one person.

Luck.

Luck, his counterpart, who found new ways to annoy him everyday. Whether it was stealing, taunting, or just generally being a menace, Magna was done with it. He wasn't sure why Luck had always seemed particularly fixated on him. Maybe it was because they were the same age or had been recruited at the same time or how easily Magna always gave in. But he wouldn't anymore.

He refused to fall for the blonde's little tricks and give him what he wanted. There was no way he'd be provoked into fighting Luck again.

It worked well enough for the first day. When Magna ignored his teasing, he quickly moved on to harassing Finral, making him breath a sigh of relief and allowing him to enjoy a somewhat peaceful day.

The next day was worse. Luck somehow seemed more hyper than usual, literally bouncing off the walls and terrorizing anyone in sight. Not even Yami's yelling could stop him.

Magna, like all the others, did his best to avoid him. He only could for so long.

He was out in the woods behind the base practicing his Exploding Fireball when Luck found him. He was in mid-pitch, arm raised with mana gathered in his palm, when Luck jumped onto his back, making the fireball explode right in his face.

Luck, unscathed, cackled directly in his ear while Magna seethed.

"Hey, that one was pretty powerful! Try the next one out on me, okay?"

"Get off, you ass!" Magna hissed, pulling at Luck's arms that tightened around his neck.

"Not until you agree to fight me!"

Magna would've yelled at him again if his oxygen supply wasn't being cut off. Luck must've realized because he marginally relaxed his grip so he wasn't choking him anymore. His hand brushed across Magna's neck, making him giggle as he tried to regain his breath.

"Come on, Mags! Let's fight! You're having fun already!"

"No I'm not! Go bother someone else already!"

"Then why are you laughing like a little girl?"

He growled, face heating up and efforts to pull Luck away reinvigorated. "I didn't!"

Magna managed to wrench away one of Luck's arms which began poking at his side as the other held on tighter. "Yes you did! Girly Magna!"

He grunted, trying to squirm away from Luck's touch. He didn't know if Luck knew what he was doing, but he didn't want him of all people to know how embarrassingly ticklish he was.

He knew how to stop it. But he didn't want to give into Luck so easily. The battle-obsessed freak would have to find someone else to fight this time. He was a man. He could handle a little tickling and remove Luck with some of his dignity still intact. His resolve slowly crumbled as Luck continued poking him, more giggles slowly breaking through.

"See? You did it again!"

Magna kept quiet. He knew if he tried to talk he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter anymore. Luck's hand moved too fast for Magna to grab it, darting around to poke randomly at his torso. Switching between swatting at Luck's free hand and pulling at the one wrapped around him, he desperately tried to free himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip to try and maintain his composure.

Luck hummed in thought, "Why do you keep laughing? Is it because I'm poking you?"

His blush deepened as he shook his head. "Shut uhuhup!"

He experimentally squeezed his side, and Magna couldn't hold it back anymore. A bark of laughter burst from him as he swatted at him and squirmed.

Luck, the bastard, laughed at him. "You're pretty weird, Mags."

He was weird, and he took pride in it. He was a weird, off-putting delinquent. That's what it meant to be a Black Bull. But that, for whatever reason, was the last straw for Magna.

He held his hand behind his back, drawing mana, and exploded a fireball on both of them. Luck cackled in delight, electricity singeing Magna's back as he finally jumped off to face him head-on.

Afterwards, Magna panted, lying on the forest floor next to his asshole friend who was relishing in his victory.

"That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"No," Magna sighed, glaring at Luck over his sunglasses.

Luck sat up, kneeling beside and peering at Magna with an odd look on his face. Before Magna could ask him what he was doing, he reached out to poke Magna's side again, making him jerk back with a gasp.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Magna sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest to protect himself while wearily eyeing Luck. "You're the one who keeps doing it, asshole!"

The audacious fucker looked annoyed like Magna was the problem. He shifted, pulling at strands of grass and slowly shook his head. "No. You keep laughing whenever I touch you."

"Wha—you… do you not know what tickling is?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, "then I guess I'll have to show you."

Luck didn't object; he only looked curiously at Magna who dove forward, scribbling his hands across his stomach.

Shrieking, Luck shoved Magna away and jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach.

Magna laughed at his overreaction. Luck might have been even more ticklish than him. "That's tickling. Seriously, that's never happened to you before?"

"No. It's weird."

"Yeah, well, since you already got me…" Magna stood up, inching towards Luck with a menacing look, "it's only fair if I get revenge."

Luck, the fool, was never one to back down from a fight. Even one he was certain to lose.

Magna tackled him, and they wrestled around on the ground, laughing as they were covered with dirt and grass and leaves. Luck pinned him first, experimentally prodding at his skin while he giggled helplessly. After he had his fun, Magna flipped them over and dug into Luck's hips until he was screaming.

As it turned out, Magna could enjoy a fight with Luck.

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #black clover #black clover tickle #black clover tickling #luck voltia #magna swing #magluck #lee!Magna #ler!Luck #ticklish!Magna

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sunstone-smiles · 6 months

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May I request #16 for Tickletober? Archie has Maxie sit with him for a scary movie & it scares him to death, so Archie’s there to comfort/tickle that smile back on his face <3 as well as finding a new tickle spot on the redhead he never knew about!

Don't Shake With Fear, Shake With Laughter

Author’s note: Cute idea! Fun fact: I wrote the draft for this and referenced the movie Friday the 13th before I knew Friday the 13th was going to happen in October, sooo it works out since it just happened three days ago Lol! I hope you all enjoy Day 16 of Tickletober: Unusual Spot and Comfort After a Scary Movie! (From August Tickletober 2023 list and Crow’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Pokemon

Characters: Archie and Maxie

Word count: 765

Summary: Maxie is quite frightened after finishing a scary movie, so Archie gets rid of any lingering fear by replacing it with laughter.

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Peace at last. The final girl of the film floats within a boat across a lake of crystal waters. She lifts up her head. She sees what lies ahead at the soft edge of the water. There’s land, blooming and comforting after the horror she witnessed. She’s safe.

Or so she thought.

A sharp shriek from violin strings slices through the silence of the film. A distorted form, wrinkled, decrepit, with flesh falling off the bones, leaps out of the water. The form wraps its arm around the female’s neck and pulls her and her boat into the water. She wakes up in the hospital with a start.

Maxie’s heart pounds within his chest. His eyes are scared open. He squeezes Archie’s arm tight as the two of them sit on the couch and watch the movie.

The girl’s moments of serenity. Her safety. Her future. It was all stolen away in one single jump scare. No wonder it made Maxie nearly leap right off the couch. A shot of the still lake ends the movie, fading to the credits.

Archie reaches for the remote on the arm of the couch, then clicks off the movie. “Fun right? A classic.”

When he doesn’t receive a response, Archie looks over and sees Maxie’s frozen form, as well as feeling the tightness of Maxie’s grip clinging onto his forearm.

His voice drops to a whisper of worry, “Hey, Maxie. It’s alright.” He gently grabs his hand, “The movie’s over.”

“I-I know. I’ll be f-fine,” Maxie’s voice shivers. He almost can’t stop shaking enough to push up his glasses. His body finally shifts from his frozen position as he curls himself up into a ball on the couch.

“Oh, Maxie. That really scared you, huh? I’m sorry.” Archie leans over to wrap his husband in a hug. He runs a hand through Maxie’s red hair, soothing him. Archie feels the tension bound within Maxie’s muscles release beneath his touch.

After a few calming moments, Archie releases the hug. He takes Maxie’s hand in his and gently rubs the palm with his thumb.

“I know. We can watch one of our sitcoms now to end the night off on something more lighthearted. Does that sound good?” Archie suggests.

Maxie huffs out a giggle, turning his head away into his shoulder.

Archie smiles, “Laughing already?”

“No, it’s just that you’re tickling me,” Maxie huffs out another giggle in reference to the delicate rubs to his palm.

“Oh, an unusual spot, huh? I’ve never seen this one before.” Archie smiles. He purposely traces his finger across Maxie’s palm with tickly intention.

Maxie accidentally snorts out another airy giggle. “Archie, quit it!” the redhead chuckles while he tries to pull his hand away. Archie tugs his hand back towards him, now using more than one finger to glide across Maxie’s palm.

“Hold on, I want a closer look,” Archie teases as he gently grasps Maxie’s hand, as if he was observing the unique edges of a diamond.

“You’ve looked enohohough,” Maxie uses his free hand to try and push Archie’s mischievous one away.

“Hmm, I think I need to get a different angle,” the other man grins. Continuing the game, Archie then takes Maxie’s other hand and pulls the redhead into his lap. Maxie’s back plops onto Archie’s legs and Archie maneuvers his fingers to gently scribble at his husband’s ribs. Maxie jolts in place and squeaks like a mouse as he squeezes his arms to his sides to protect his torso.

“Ahahaharchie!” more giggles begin pouring from Maxie.

“Ah, yea. I see it now. I have to make sure to tickle away all the fear from the movie,” Archie continues his tease, “Don’t worry, I know the perfect spot that can help.” Archie then moves his hands down and scratches at Maxie’s belly, sending the redhead from soft giggling into shrieks of laughter. He kicks his legs out on the couch and bats at Archie’s hands wiggling at his tummy as his body wildly shakes, this time with a big smile.

“Ahahaharchie! Okahahay! Nohoho mohohore!” Maxie calls out through his laughter.

Archie chuckles and moves his hands away. He helps Maxie sit up on the couch, then he scoops his husband in a hug. Archie places his head on top of Maxie’s red hair.

“You less scared now?” Archie asks the man huddled in his arms.

“Yes, much better,” Maxie looks up at his partner and kisses him. It’s hard to stay frightened when Maxie has a goofball of a husband to cheer him up for comfort after a scary movie.

#tickletober #augtickletober2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023 #pokemon #pokemon ruby and sapphire #pokemon archie #pokemon maxie #hardenshipping #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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tickletober · 4 months

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Tickletober 2023 Recap

Obviously i should've done a post like this back in November after the event completed, but i had a lot going on Nov-Dec and so it had to be postponed until now lol

BUT! How did people feel about the Tickletober 2023 challenge? We had a lot of great lists going around and there was so much awesome content being made! I hope everyone really enjoyed the challenge!

That being said, what worked for y'all with Tickletober 2023 and what didn't? Obviously this is not a formal event, the only thing I can change is my (august-anon) own efforts surrounding list-making and the event, but I'd like to know what things could be made better!

What prompts on the august-anon list did you enjoy, and which did you not? (not asking for freedback on any list except the augtickletober one, as those are not my lists!)

What prompts would you like to see come back, or what prompts have you not seen that you'd like to see on a list?

How do you think this blog did with trying to help centralize the (SFW side) challenge a little bit? What can be changed and improved on to make things smoother in the future?

And any other feedback you have, feel free to share it as well!!

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2024 #tickletober2024

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sunstone-smiles · 8 months

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Tickletober Dabble Requests are Open!!!

Hello everyone! October is in a little more than a month, so it’s time to start preparations for Tickletober! I’m opening requests for dabbles (under 1,000 word stories) with this year’s prompts! There’s three different lists of amazing prompts this year and I’m indecisive and can’t choose, sooo I’m letting everyone else choose! Even though there’s three different prompts, I’ll only do one prompt for each day. Once that day is chosen, I’ll mark the chosen prompt in bold and put that day as “TAKEN” to the side. (Like last year, I’ve reserved some days for some of my own ideas!) On some of the days, there may only be one prompt. This is the prompt I want to do the most that day, but don’t have any characters or scenarios for it yet, so they’re still available to be requested! (As of now, the maximum is three requests per person / requester.)

Here’s how you can send a request: Please choose one prompt from the specific day and state which one you have chosen in an ask. In addition to the prompt, please send the characters of your choosing! Although not required, a scenario with your chosen characters and its correlation to the prompt would be helpful! (Example: For day 21 - New Discovery, Iono discovers that Brassius is ticklish when he’s a guest on her stream. Naturally, she has to use this new information to her advantage.) You don’t have to word it exactly like this, just an example!

Requests for Tickletober will close on September 23rd, 2023 or when all slots are taken! If you would like to send a request, please check my Fandom List and Rules of Request (here or on my Welcome Post) to check what I will write for! If you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to send an ask! I can’t wait to see your requests!

P.S: If you send any Fire Emblem Engage requests, you get a big virtual hug from me. If not, that’s okay too! Lol!

Here is the list of prompts:

(This is the order of the prompts and the original lists they are from: August’s Tickletober / Miya and Mia’s Tickletober / Crow's Tickletober):

Anticipation / Trap / Secret - TAKEN (By me)

Accidental / Claws / What Lurks in the Dark - TAKEN

Cuddles / Villain / Full Moon - TAKEN

Weak Spot / Mask / Witch or Wizard - TAKEN

“I’m not ticklish” / Disguise / Graveyard - TAKEN

Chase / Movie / Creep - TAKEN

Flustered / Playtime / Potion - TAKEN

Truth / Haunted / Alien - OPEN

Lie / Mirrors / Payback for a Scare - TAKEN

Ghost / Cloak / Skeleton - TAKEN

Squeal / Pumpkin / Immortal - OPEN

Bites or Nibbles / Wolf / Spell or Curse - TAKEN (By me)

Sneak Attack / Prank Call / Fangs - TAKEN

Soft - OPEN

Tickle Fight / Babysitter / Cackle - TAKEN

Unusual spot / Sweets / Comfort after a scary movie - TAKEN

Interrogation / Closet / Shadow - TAKEN

Magic / Spiderweb / Camping - OPEN

Arms up - OPEN

Relentless / Cursed / Mischief - OPEN

New Discovery / Horns or Fangs / Laboratory - TAKEN (By me)

Ticklish kiss / Tail or wings / Caught - TAKEN (By me)

Incoherent - OPEN

Pinned / Spell / Candy - TAKEN

Gang tickles / Boo / Black cat - OPEN

Counting / Thunder / Fall - OPEN

Hysterical / Monster / Cobwebs - OPEN

Massage / Silence / Woods or Forest - OPEN

Wake up! / Zombie / Poison - TAKEN

Caught / Fantasy / Trick-or-Treat - OPEN

Halloween - OPEN

#Sunstone's request announcements #Sunstone speaks #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober prompt lists #augtickletober2023 #miya&mia's tickletober #crow's tickletober 2023

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