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baby-tini · 2 months

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Manjiro Play-fighting hcs

Manjiro is pretty big on play-fighting, not only is it fun but also helps sharpen his martial arts. He play-fights with mostly Draken and Baji but you cause him the most fun.

Play-fighting mostly happens in the privacy of closed doors but he does often like to pick you up and toss you around in public but only around his friends. Weight isn't a problem for him, as we know, he's inhumanly strong. Although, if you're self-conscious, he'll just take to playing and not picking you up.

Manjiro can be very competitive when play-fighting with you, he does sometimes take things more seriously. As in, he'll pin you down harder than necessary and has hit harder on accident but he did apologize with tons of kisses and (half-eaten) dorayaki.

Mikey rarely lets you pin him, he thinks it's unfair to lie to you and will help you indirectly learn self-defense. He'll let you throw him around to please you but he's always victorious in the end.

Sometimes it can lead to... hotter moments. He likes the useless struggle you put up, it puts him in a more dominant head-space and he'll even piss you off by sucking at your neck and mocking you.

I can see Mikey having a bit of an ego because he's so strong so if he's in the mood to play-fight and you aren't he'll start to taunt you by wrapping an arm around you and pinning you to him till you break and try to fight back.

He'll pin your hands above your head while you're on his bed and stare you down as he leans closer and closer until you kick him off and he whines, saying that you really hurt him (no you didn't, he's a baby.)

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just-another-t-word-blog · 2 months

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Real Laugh

A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

Okay so, I saw this fanart done by @kalico-of-doom while scrolling around the other day and I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO WRITE A FANFIC ABOUT IT. Otherwise the nonsense deep in my bones will consume me.

As always on my blog, serving up fresh hot garbage semi regularly, ⚠️⚠️ this is in fact a tickle fic. Don’t like, don’t read. Thank you.

Summary: Alastor thinks he’s funny, Angel thinks he should give him something to laugh about.

Self satisfied laughter rang through the sitting room in the hotel foyer. Alastor nudged Angel with his elbow, trying (unsuccessfully) to get him to join in. He’d been rattling off puns for the better part of 20 minutes now, causing most of the hotel residents to vacate the contaminated area. Angel, however, was trapped.

Not physically trapped, mind you, but he didn’t want to leave the powerful demon alone, fearing he may get upset. A happy Alastor was a safe Alastor, and Angel was not about to open that can of worms.

“Oh! I have another one,” Alastor said, smiling widely. “If you don’t mind the crassness, of course. What is the difference between an unclean bus stop, and a lobster with breast implants?” Angel sighed, but engaged, resting his chin in his palm and looking at his companion. “I don’t know, what?”

“One is a crusty bus station, and the other is a busty crustacean!” The red head broke into another fit of laughter, sounding as if he was faking it for a radio audience. This joke at least earned a smile from Angel, albeit a reluctant one. Alastor trailed off, turning to face the porn star more fully. “Oh, come now, why so serious?” Angel shook his head, offering a more exaggerated smile. “Hey, I did laugh at that one.”

“You smiled, my dear arachnid. I’d say that’s hardly laughter.” Angel scoffed, dropping the grin. “Maybe if you were actually funny, I’d laugh.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I am funny.”

This earned a genuine laugh from Angel. “Considering that’s the funniest thing you’ve said all day, I disagree.” He said, crossing his top set of arms. “Well, I disagree as well.” Alastor said, crossing his legs. “I’ve been laughing this entire time, so I’d say I’m pretty funny.”

“Funny looking, maybe.” Angel retorted, mocking his signature grin. “Besides, all I’ve been hearing is your fakey laugh.”

Alastor turned again. “Fakey?” He placed a hand on his chest, as if wounded. “That is simply untrue and hurtful, Angel. My laugh is genuine.”

“There is no way in any circle of hell that you actually laugh like that.”

Alastor gave a half hearted chuckle at that. Angel pointed. “See? No one fucking laughs like that. You sound like you’re reading off of a queue card!” Alastors smile faltered, going a little crooked. The two sat in silence for a moment, stewing.

“How’s about this one?” Alastor chimed. “What do you call a cow with two legs?” Angel gave him a flat look. “Lean beef!” Just as Alastor finished, Angel lunged, tackling the radio demon to the floor. They struggled, Alastor letting out a surprised yelp as the younger demon grappled for dominance. Having a weight disadvantage, Angel attempted to straddle his waist, only managing a half perch with one leg trapped under him, fighting Alastors wild bucking. He leaned forward, grabbing his upper arms from the underside and pushing them up, pressing his body weight into the hold. Alastors ears bristled, antlers threatening to grow and spike. “Enough with the bad jokes. What do you say we see what your real laugh sounds like?” A confused look crossed Alastors eyes.

With another set of arms, Angel dug clawed fingers into his ribs. Alastor gasped, holding the breath. He looked up at Angel, signature grin wobbling, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head to the side. Then, Angel lightened his touch.

The dam broke.

A stream of high pitched giggles erupted from the radio demon. Unrestrained, uncontrolled.

But most shockingly, happy.

Angel felt his face tinge red, a fond smile forming. He carefully scribbled his nails up and down Alastors rib cage, following his squirming. “Now that is a real laugh.” He cooed. He shifted his hands downwards, focusing on the skin where Alastors ribs turned into his sides. The older demon squealed before falling into more frantic laughter. His one free leg flailed about, the heel of his shoe scraping against the floor. “Woah there,” Angel teased, picking up the pace on his scratching. “You’ll wear a hole in the carpet! Niftys going to have a fit.” Alastor worked up the gall to look him in the eye.

“Fuck you!”

Unfortunately, the giggles took all the venom from his voice. Angel laughed. “I don’t know what your deal is, but you don’t need to swear at me! It’s not like you’ve asked me to stop!” A deep red blush painted Alastors face, eyes going wide for a split second before melting into another round of laughter. He finally spoke. “No! No, please-“ his pleading cut off with a yelp, Angel having gave his sides an experimental squeeze. “Ah-ha!” Angel exclaimed. “Another spot, jeez you’re just sensitive everywhere, aren’t you?” Alastor stuttered, trying to get out that he absolutely was not. To be fair, English is hard, and it’s substantially harder when most of your breath is being used for other things.

Angel paused his ministrations and grinned, catching Alastors eye. He brought out his third set of arms.

Shit.

Alastor began to plead again, shaking his head frantically. He was unable to keep the mirth from his voice. “No! Please, no more! I’m sorry, okay? I’ll stop with the puns!” His eyes never left that extra set, watching the wiggling claws hovering over him. “Aww, the big bad radio demon is begging now?” Angels voice dripped with playful sarcasm. Suddenly, he lunged all four free hands down.

Alastor shrieked.

And nothing happened. Alastor peered up at Angel, confused. The porn star had broken into his own stream of cackling, hunched over with his hands hovering inches away from Alastors skin. “I didn’t even touch you! What in the hells was that noise?!” Alastor made an incredulous face, for once his signature grin absent. “That sound was absolutely adorable.” Angel said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Do it again?” He lunged again, this time making contact. One set of hands scribbling up and down his ribs and sides while the others dug into his tummy. Alastor shrieked again (much to his dismay), falling into loud belly laughter. He threw his head back, unable to control himself through the onslaught. He yanked on his restrained arms, kicked with his free leg, and tossed his head side to side. He finally had enough.

Two black tendrils appeared behind his tormenter, wrapping around his middle and dragging him backwards off of Alastor. Angel screamed in surprise, flailing at the sudden jolt. Alastors tendrils held Angel there on the floor while he caught his breath, slowly sitting up. He smoothed his hair with his hands, taking a few deep breaths before putting on his sinister smile. “That was fun and all,” he said, standing to make his way towards Angel, “but I think it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

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Charlie watched with teary eyes and a soft smile as her friends played. Hidden just around the corner, she had stopped to make sure no one was getting hurt. She had heard Alastor screaming and came running, finding a much more welcome sight.

Knowing neither of them were used to positive touch, she let them horse around. It might be good for them, after all.

Maybe she should find a way to work this into a lesson plan.

#tickling #tickle fic #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel tickle #play fighting #fluff

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duodamsel · 3 months

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roseofhybrids · 2 months

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Hi! I really like your feral creatures au, and I think it’s neat and cute!

Tho I have a question, do N and Uzi play fight with one another? And if so do they somehow rope Doll into it?

(also a hc that I had a while ago was that adult DDs would use their wings to scoop little ones up to travel faster or avoid danger tho depending on their age, their tails would stick out (plus DDs and SDs would lay on their children like mama hens would with their chicks).

So when I saw your AU, I immediately thought of it (the wing hc)—.

Tho idk how you see the two, if this makes you uncomfy I apologize, I hope you have a good day/night! ^^

@thestarfoman The two definitely would play fight similar to how dogs and cats do. Wrestling, tug of war, chase, (probably some bird and batlike games as well) anything to pass the time in the cathedral

As for Doll...

She usually requires some "convincing" before she'll join in. Luckily, there's plenty of rubble lying around that are the perfect size for smacking someone in the back of the head with

As for wing scooping. Since N and Uzi are both able to fully fly, they probably wouldn't have a need to do it with each other. But I could certainly see them doing it with Doll, much to her chagrin.

As for how I see the two, I'm trying to keep things as canon compliant as possible up till episode 6's end. So they're as close as they are in canon. That being said, in the feral forms, their memories are a bit fuzzy and rough around the edges. It's a bit like being in a dream. There's a bunch of weird things are going on, but you just accept it all and only think to question any of it upon waking up. So, while their past events together (meeting at the spire, going to camp, holding hands as they approached the elevator) are buried. They still know this is a familiar person that they like being around.

This is also why feral Uzi still isn't a fan of Doll. She'd probably maul her if a certain someone let her

#digital art #fanart #murder drones #murder drones fanart #MDFCQA #feral creatures au #play fighting #I forgot to draw the wings again didn't I #they're uh...#they're in the shadows... yeah

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vintage-tigre · 5 months

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Antonio Banderas and Catherine Zeta-Jones in The Mask of Zorro (1998)

#catherine zeta jones #antonio banderas #the mask of zorro #zorro #sword fighting #aesthetic #vintage #90s movies #90s nostalgia #old school cool #style #beauty #love #seduction #eroticism #kiss #play fighting

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sillysaurus · 10 days

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day 14: a song that reminds me of regression, cementville by ajj and ghost mice

🪖🌲🪵🍂🏹🔫⚔️🏴‍☠️

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bun-monchi · 7 months

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Silly rabbit doodles

#tadc jax #sam and max max #ptp popee #the amazing digital circus #sam and max #popee the performer #play fighting #fight

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cryptid-stimming · 27 days

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*boops you boops you boops you*

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3 gifs of someone using a toy cat paws to exaggeratedly mimic a cat. In the first gif they use the paw to hit the pull-string for a window blind back and forth. In the second gif they bat at a toy metallic green mouse in a feeding-bowl of water, splashing the water everywhere. And in the third gif they play with their pet cat, using the toy paws to encourage the cat to bat and swipe at them playfully.

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#since this is a side blog please know I am booping you all in spirit #stim gifs #cursed #silly #toys #paws #animals #cats #swinging #splashing #destruction #play fighting #fast gifs

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videogames420 · 8 months

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SLIDE ATTACK

#cat #pets #my cat #cute #rasputin #tuxedo cat #black cat #diego #funny #funny cats #cats playing #playing cats #cat in a box #play fighting #silly little guy

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chase-the-therian · 3 months

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Play fighting with your dog ❤💖💓💞

#alterhuman #therian #otherkin #therianthropy #anti zoophile #husky therian #nonhuman #play fighting #dogs

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khoitai · 11 months

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Forgiveness.

this is a part of a one word prompt series i have on ao3. i may post the other ones here too!! - character: BUCKY BARNESxREADER warnings: none prompt: forgiveness. word count: 455

I am absolutely gonna beat the shit out of you.” Bucky said in a stern, but playful voice. The two of you were currently playing your 7th round of Mario Kart, 1 was won by Bucky. The other 5, soon to be 6, were won by you and you absolutely bragged about it. It was only fair.

You both weren’t good at playing video games, they obviously didn’t have such technology in the 1940s. When you were younger, you’d entertain yourself with reading in the day and partying in the night. You wouldn’t play Mario Kart, which is very unfortunate because you’d absolutely win every bar bet about the game, but you weren’t complaining. It was fun beating your boyfriend at something, for once.

”It’s not my fault that I’m better than you, sergeant.” You teased, you could almost feel him scowling.

You crossed the finish line, feeling victorious. You cheered in celebration as Bucky glared at the screen, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I won, again! I was going easy on you that time, gotta up your game, babe—“ Yelping, you were shoved down into the couch underneath you and attacked… with tickles. You gasped for air and started laughing uncontrollably, attempting to push his hands off of you. “H-hey!… S…Stop!!” You shouted, in between giggles.

”Apologise for being a little, bragging idiot then.” He stopped and stared at you. Breathing heavily, you looked him in the eye with a straight face.

”You want me to apologise?”

”Yes.”

”Fine. I’m sorry…” He got off of you, still staring. You sat up, your head cast down to hide the mischievous look on your face. “For being better than you.” In one swift motion, you jumped up and ran, hearing his footsteps behind you.

”I’m gonna get you, you know I will.” If this wasn’t about Mario Kart, you’d be terrified for your life. You were terrified, but not for your life, but for your breathing privileges… so yes, you were terrified for your life.

You legged it into your shared bedroom and hid behind the curtains. It was a stupid hiding spot which was made clear when your back landed on your bed and James went straight back to tickling you. You flailed about and went off on a laughing spree.

”Okay— O..kay!! I’m sorry!!!” You laughed pushing him off of you and onto his back. You sat on his chest and stared down at him, expectant. “Do you forgive me?”

”I don’t know… I’ll have to think about it.” He said, smirking with his eyes closed. You chuckled and got off of him, laying next to him.

”Take your time with it, I’ll be waiting for your forgiveness.”

”Oh, you’ll be waiting alright.

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes cant play mario kart #tumblr is so difficult to figure out I literally had an aneurism trying to put a gif on here #dont know if it looks good #but hey ho #fluff #mcu fluff #play fighting #established relationship

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savage-rhi · 3 months

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"noodle?" "yes, you are a noodle. my noodle. it's cute."

PROMPT AND GLADIO!!!!!!! ITS LITTERALY THEM

"You're growling again," Ignis sighed as he once more pointed out the noise Gladio made every so often at Prompto and Noctis's antics.

"Can it Iggy," Gladio muttered as he sipped on the cup noodles broth he had left in his cup. He let out a breath, shaking his head at seeing Prompto suddenly chasing Noctis around while attempting to get his camera back. He made a fist and adjusted in his seat next to the camp fire.

"May I ask why you're so angered at their play?" Ignis inquired.

"Look," Gladio began. He felt somewhat irate at Ignis's attempt at playing therapist, but decided to come clean. "It's not that I don't want them to have fun. We could all use some laughs after everything that's happened..."

"But?"

Gladio sighed. "We lost our home, Ignis. The Niffs took everything. We don't know if our loved ones are going to be okay, and the fate of the world is riding on the shoulders of a twerp who can't be bothered with, and he's messing around with blondie over there acting like it's another day in high school!"

"You sound quite exasperated."

"You think!?" Gladio exclaimed. He made a face, realizing he was a bit harsh and apologized to Ignis under his breath.

"It's quite alright," Ignis reassured. He hummed for a moment, observing the boys from afar. "I see where your concerns lie. I admit to feeling a sense of apprehension, but.."

"But?" Gladio raised a brow, turning his head.

"Maybe a soft heart during a tough time isn't so bad. Perhaps you could try and join them in the fun? It might unburden the mental load you're carrying."

"Don't make me laugh!"

"Suit yourself." Ignis shrugged. He dusted his gloves, and prepared to make dinner for the night; leaving Gladio to his thoughts.

Gladio muttered a few curses to himself, and decided to take his mind off everything by making another cup noodle while waiting he waited for Ignis to complete the main course. If there was anything that could soothe his thoughts, it was cheap food and silence.

"Gladio, look out!"

"Incoming!"

Before he could dodge, Gladio felt his body tumble forward. The cup noodle flew into the air, and he heard the distinctive yelp Prompto was known for when he was harmed. Gladio grunted as the world stilled, no longer a chaotic mess of dirt and gods knew what.

"Son of a---" Gladio paused as he leaned up and looked to his right. Prompto was sitting beside him in a daze. His skin turning white as a ghost upon seeing the anger that flashed behind Gladio's gaze.

Gladio's eyes combed over Prompto. His hair was coated in noodles and pieces of beef. The smell of the broth mingling with Prompto's hair product created a pungent odor that had Gladio wishing he was sniffing shit from an Anak instead.

His hair was coated in noodles and pieces of beef. His nose grimaced at how the smell of the broth and Prompto's hair product created a pungent odor that had Gladio wishing he was sniffing shit from a Flexitusk.

From afar, Noctis was covering his mouth to suppress a laugh.

Gladio let out a sigh. "Noodle."

"Noodle?" Prompto gulped.

"Yes. You are a noodle." He picked up a noodle fragment from the cup and placed it upon Prompto's head as if crowning a king. "My noodle. It's cute."

"What the--?!"

Gladio laughed as he grabbed a hold of Prompto, trapping him in a playful headlock while he messed with his hair further.

"Gladio! Hey, hey! You're making it worse!" Prompto exclaimed in between fits.

"Noct! Help me out here! He's flailing like one of those fish that slapped you earlier!"

"Right behind ya!"

"I hate you both!" Prompto yelped.

Ignis looked up from the grill to watch as the three descended into chaotic play. He let out a huff, shaking his head and smiled before going back to preparing the meat from the fish Noctis had caught.

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kimchicuddles · 9 months

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Grappling is my love language...

#bjj #jiu jitsu #torah study #grappling #play fighting

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bestbuddiesbigdayout · 2 months

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"Ow... OW! ... I still don't understand why no one ever wants to hang out with us, man... Ow...OW!... Ha ha!"

"Ow... OW! Jesus... Good one man... I dunno, buddy. But that's all right. We can have fun by ourselves, Bro....Ow... Fuck...Ow..."

#bestbuddiesbigdayout #best buddies #punching bag #play fighting

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