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tk community stuff:
I've been into tks for a very long time now and I've always had the idea of making a tk blog somewhere in the back of my mind yet I was always too embarrassed jfjebdbd
this interest of mine makes me very flustered and for me making a tk blog was always a way of admitting to myself that it's a hyperfixation. and I was really in denial with myself, trying to tell myself that I can live without being fixated on something as silly as tickles but here we are. I am admitting to myself that I like this and it's okay to like it.
I've been here on the Tumblr tk community for ages now, literally at least 7 years.
I was lurking just looking for tk content with my favourite characters and admiring each and every work of the talented writers and artists of this community.
Finally I'm brave enough to make a blog of my own where I can repost my favourite works and maybe post something I made.
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Summary: After discussing the problem of Graceâs fine-motor skills once starvation settles deep into his body on the way to Erid, Rocky has an idea to fix it and keep Grace comfortable and safe. Testing this idea leads to hijinks.
Warnings: Spoilers for Project Hail Mary, mentions of starvation and scarring but nothing too major, theyâre both a little traumatized itâs alright, this is a tickle fic so if thatâs not your thing donât readđââď¸
Authorâs note: guys this fic is like two weeks in the making and I had a frickin blast writing it!!! I love them so much Iâm shaking them in my teeth theyâre the platonic soulmates ever
At first it came from a quiet day of parallel work. Both Grace and Rocky had been in the lab, the former doing calculations on how best to ration his meals for the trip to Erid, and the latter tinkering with some unknown Xenonite contraption. Then Rocky stopped his tinkering altogether. Which was a surprise, considering that even deep in thought he always seemed to be doing something with his claws. With five of them, Eridians were very good at multitasking.
âIf Grace experience muscle weakness and fine motor skill failure from malnutrition on way to Erid, Grace no work Hail Mary when reach orbit and space elevator. Confirm, question?â He asked when he finally spoke.
Grace stopped what he was doing and chewed the tip of his pen. It had only been a few months since Grace had rescued Rocky from the Blip-A floating dead in space, they had a long, long time before they had to really start worrying about that, but Rocky had a great point.
âUhhâŚshoot, yeah. Youâre right.â He leaned back in his chair, stretching his spine with a few satisfying pops and looking up at the stark white ceiling. âI mean, we could probably reprogram the Hail Mary and mess around with her navigation to do it sort of on autopilot, but that might be a bit risky-â
âRocky do it!â
Grace looked over at his friend. Rocky was on his feet now, tapping away with his two front claws as he always did when he was going through calculations in his head.
âRocky I appreciate the thought, but you canât pilot the Hail Mary from a ball. And the controls would fail in your atmosphere.â
âRocky no need ball, I make suit. Suit from Xenonite mesh like panel on ball! Small small small panels for dexterity and maneuverability to properly work controls. And tend to Grace when Grace get sick. That part very important. Rocky want to help Grace. Rocky fix.â
Grace was following along pretty well until that last bit. Rocky had done his research on human malnutrition as soon as Grace mentioned rationing his food for the trip, and man, he was not at all happy about it. Grace assumed it was because with all the sleeping heâd end up doing once his body started running out of energy, it reminded him of his old crewmates, how he had watched them fall asleep one by one and never wake up again. Poor Rocky, alone in that massive ship with no one to watch him sleepâŚthe thought always made Graceâs eyes well up.
Like they did right now.
âRocky, you know weâve got a while until that starts to become a concern, right? You donât gotta worry about me just yet,â Grace said, blinking away the moisture in his eyes. Frankly he was touched that Rocky was looking out for him this far in advance. Who was he kidding, Rocky was always looking out for him.
âYes, but if Rocky make suit now and suit have problem and things go bad bad bad during test, Rocky trust Grace to make sure Rocky safe to try again. Best to test while Grace is healthy.â
Well, he couldnât argue with that logic.
âAlright, deal,â Grace smiled, putting his fist up to the Xenonite in front of Rocky, and Rocky returned the gesture with his claws making a thud on the clear material. âJust be careful, alright?â
It had been a few days since that conversation. Rocky slaved away in his workshop every waking hour of the day. He worked on the suit when he watched Grace sleep, he worked on it as soon as he himself woke up, and every moment in between, only pausing to eat. He wouldnât even take a break to rewatch Star Trek with Grace, which was one of his favorites! You had to hand it to the guy, he was committed.
And then, after a week of hard, tedious, claw-aching work, it was done. Though, Rocky would take a week of this over a week of chain any day.
Grace had taken a quick trip to the dormitory to retrieve his quiltâthe lab got a little chilly sometimes and he was feeling snugglyâbefore he got an announcement from Maryâs intercom.
âSummons from crewmate Rocky.â
âI left for two seconds,â Grace chuckled to himself before folding the quilt under his arms and making his way back up to the lab.
âSummons from crewmate Rocky.â
âIâm coming, buddy, Iâm coming!â
He opened the hatch to a series of excited chirps emanating from behind the Xenonite wall, so high pitched Grace wasnât even sure if Rocky was actually saying words or if he was just squealing with glee.
And now Grace could see what had his friend so excited. On the other side of the barrier, Rocky was stomping happily inside of a near skin-tight Xenonite spacesuit. It was similar in concept to the one he had made Grace so the human could explore the Blip-Aâs interior, but much more maneuverable. Heck, at first it took Grace a moment to notice he was wearing it at all!
Grace beamed as he trotted over, squatting down to get a good look. âHey, you finished it!â
âYes yes yes! Ran through many designs, none very comfortable, this design good good good. Is comfortable, and can move claws to work Hail Mary interface and controls. Very important.â Rocky demonstrated by raising his claws in a fist, then separating them and pressing his âpalmâ against the barrier. âNow just need testing in Grace atmosphere.â
âWell, then what are we waiting for?â Grace asked, grinning at Rockyâs excitement as well as his own. âOh! Actually, me. Wait for me, Iâll be right back!â
âWhere Grace going, question?â
âWhen you come into my space youâll be too hot for me to touch, so Iâm grabbing the EVA gloves.â
âOhh make sense, hurry hurry!â
Grace shot Rocky a thumbs down in his departure, leaving at a swift trot as he made his way to the airlock where the EVA suit resided. It took a few minutes, Rocky stomping back and forth impatiently all the while, before Grace returned.
âAlright bud, Iâm here, letâs do this.â
âYes yes yes, letâs!â
Rocky squeezed his way into the little airlock box that the two of them used to pass items back and forth, similar to the one in the tunnel connecting their respective ships when they first met. It took a bit of maneuvering, but he eventually got all his legs to fit comfortably inside. The air inside hissed as it cycled from Rockyâs atmosphere to Graceâs. As soon as it stopped it slid over to Graceâs side of the wall, and Rocky cautiously stepped out.
Both human and Eridian stood silent and still, not unlike how they did as soon as they re-entered Adrianâs orbit before everything went sideways and spinning. Only this time, nothing went wrong. Rocky flexed his claws, stretched all of his limbs out and up one by one, testing each joint of his suit for weaknesses or leaks. Nothing.
âAll good?â Grace asked, turning his head and looking cautiously at his friend from the side of his eyes.
Rocky did a few more test bounces up and down with his carapace, before he stomped happily back and forth. âAll good! All good good good!â
âHaha! Yes!â Grace whooped, pumping his fists in the air and grinning from ear to ear. Rocky chirped in excitement, spinning in a circle and doing jazz hands. Then Rocky stopped to give an exasperated groan, sounding a bit like a squeaky car brake.
âRocky want to hug Grace but still too hot,â he whined.
Grace threw his head back and laughed. He put on his EVA gloves and walked over to Rocky to rest his protected palms on the top of his body around his vents. To say the Xenonite was scalding hot would be an understatement, and Grace almost had to pull away from the heat that radiated into his forearms, but he got used to it.
âHere, howâs this for starters,â he asked, masking his grimace with a friendly smile.
Rocky chirped in surprise. âOh! Can feel! Can feel Grace through suit!â he said.
Grace chuckled. âYeahah?â
âYes yes yes!â Rocky chittered, shimmying from side to side as if he could barely contain his excitement. âI like!â
Rockyâs reaction was enough to make the near-burning skin worthwhile a hundred times over.
Where Grace went, Rocky went, clunking his way through the halls of the Hail Mary on five legs rather than inside of his ball. Grace had to admit, it was pretty nice having his friend like this. He was a little worried at first that Rocky having full access to the ship would cause some personal space problems and get him a little peeved, but honestly all annoyance was gone.
âIs Rocky cool enough for hug now, question?â
Well, there was that. But Grace couldnât even be mad, the fact that Rocky was so excited for his first real hug but careful to not hurt Grace was beyond heartwarming.
Grace chuckled and hovered his bare hand over the Xenonite, just like he did ten minutes ago. Man, this stuff took ages to cool down.
âNot yet buddy, almost there though.â
They continued their endeavors.
âIs Rocky cool enough for hug now, question?â
âOh my godâŚâ
It took another forty minutes for the xenonite to cool down to a degree where it wouldnât be uncomfortable. Sure, Grace couldâve put his EVA suit on, but selfishly he didnât want to. The suit was bulky and annoying to put on in 1.5gâs, and call him sappy but he wanted to feel Rocky as completely as he could when he held him close after all this time. It was his first hug, after all, it had to be special.
And then, after so much waitingâmonths of it now, really, ever since Grace hugged Rockyâs ball that first timeâit happened. Grace figured it out on accident, simply walking by Rocky in the dormitory and giving his head a gentle pat as he passed, and Rocky leaned into his hand as if they had done it a hundred times.
Then they both paused.
Rocky raised his carapace, practically buzzing with excitement. âGrace?â
Grace looked at his unburned palm, then to Rocky, and smiled. âRocky cool enough for hug now, statement,â he beamed.
Rocky squealed so high pitched Grace thought it would shatter the computer screens, stomping happily with all his legs and wiggling back and forth. Then, with his legs momentarily scuffing along the ground, he launched himself at Grace, his front two arms outstretched.
Grace didnât have half a second to prepare, scrambling backwards to try and cushion the blow, before Rocky had collided with him and he was knocked flat on his back.
âWoah! Woahwoahwoah Rockyâouf!â
The wind was briefly knocked out of him from the impact, but then he laughed. He laughed and laughed as he sat up the best he could and held Rocky close, squeezing the alien against his chest. He didnât even care that his breath was a little restricted from the pressure of Rockyâs arms around his ribcage. Tears of pure joy began to fall from his eyes, which he squeezed closed to just feel Rocky in his arms.
Rocky was singing, the sound almost like a whimper but more joyful. He was trembling a little. The first time Grace had heard this sound from Rocky it was when the Eridian had stepped foot back on the Hail Mary for the first time after his rescue. Keening, he had called it. He had explained it as a behavior akin to human crying, a release of great emotion. Very common in pebbles, but every Eridian did it from time to time.
In short, in their own respects, Grace and Rocky were both crying from joy at just being able to hug the other.
âRockyâŚlike hugâŚâ Rocky said through keens, his voice a little warbled from emotion.
âMe too,â Grace replied, pressing his cheek into the hard surface that gave him more comfort than heâd experienced since he first woke up from his coma. Wow, he didnât realized how starved for affectionate touch he really was.
âRocky love love love Grace.â
Grace sobbed a wet laugh, squeezing his best friend closer still. âI love love love you too, buddy,â he said through his tears. âGod, I love you so much.â
If Rocky and Grace were attached at the hip before, they may as well be one organism now.
The fact that they could properly touch had done wonders to the both of them. Both species were incredibly social, and as such physical contact was important for bonding.
And boy, did the two of them utilize it.
Head pats in passing, brushing against legs, resting against shoulders, you name it. Given Rockyâs reaction to that first hug all that time ago, Grace was shocked to find he was actually a super touchy-feely guy. He was constantly near Grace, brushing a claw or leaning his carapace on Grace as he watched him work.
And the sleeping situation had improved exponentially! Rocky, god bless him, was a snuggler. Perfect for Grace because Grace was also a snuggler. That first night when Grace settled down for bed, Rocky leapt right up onto the cot like an overgrown cat and curled up perfectly in the crook of Graceâs side. When Grace huffed a small chuckle and slung his arm over Rockyâs carapace, it was as if he always belonged there.
Oh! And the science part of it! Oughhhhh the science part!! They could now study the body of the other, take notes, see what made them tick, better than ever!
They set it up in the Donât Go Crazy room, since they didnât need any lab equipment, just a pen and notepad for Grace. Besides, if they did anything with reflexes and one of them ended up kicking the spectrometer or something, it would be a very expensive whoops.
Even though Rocky was an engineer, being around so many scientists before theyâŚyou knowâŚgave him a curiosity around the topic that he didnât have on Erid. Not only that, but he definitely needed to know how Graceâs body worked if he was going to optimize his survival as he ran out of food. If Armando could keep Grace alive, at least Rocky could help keep him comfortable and not alone.
But enough of the melancholy, they had learning to do!
Grace offered to go first, given Rockyâs concern about his body being the topic that led to the invention of the new Xenonite suit. Rocky wiggled happily from side to side in said suit, evidently enjoying his newfound freedom and the offer of getting to explore the alien anatomy. He scuttled right next to Grace, making sure to be cautious of his claws lest he step on and possibly break Graceâs legs.
The Eridian made a move to reach out, curious as ever, before he hesitated. The claws within the xenonite glove tapped against one another in an anxious fidget. Grace furrowed his brow. Rocky didnât have eyes to follow to what had made him stop, but the way the concave face of his carapace was angled at the multitude of burn scars on the flesh of his left arm and the neat little claw-print on his right let Grace know that that was what he was worried about.
He gave his friend a small, sad smile, dipping his head a little to look at him square. âRockyâŚâ
âRocky not want to hurt Grace again.â Rocky crooned, curling in on himself a little. âScarring bad bad bad. Know it was to save Grace, save Rocky, but still hurt.â
âIt wonât hurt me bud,â Grace insisted. âYou know as well as I do how insulated your Xenonite is, itâll be comfortably warm at most. Besides, weâve hugged a good couple of times, remember? And itâs all been fine then.â
âRocky canât forget, but mesh most fragmented and thin at claws. Best design for dexterity.â He flexed said claws as he spoke, clacking them together in his nervous tic. âWhat if mesh break, question?â
Grace snorted, rubbing the top of Rockyâs carapace with his knuckles. That was one of his favorite things about Rockyâs new suit, getting to give him an affectionate noogie every once in a while. Well, one of his favorite things besides the hugs. Rocky gave some really great hugs.
âWith your engineering? Not likely. Youâre overthinking. And if it does, I run to the EVA suit, get you back into your ball, and we figure it out from there. I wonât let anything bad happen, buddy.â
Rocky hesitated for a moment before raising his carapace towards his friend. âPromise, question?â
âPromise, statement.â
With Graceâs assurance, Rocky tentatively reached out a claw once more. Xenonite-covered armor found the skin of Graceâs side, just under where his ribcage ended, and simply rested there for a moment. Rocky was gentle, so much so that Grace almost urged him to use more pressure so he could better hear and feel the human body under his claw. This was a bit of a biology lesson, after all.
Then Rockyâs claws squeezed once, twice, three times in rapid succession as he gave a curious trill, cocking his carapace to the side and clicking to get a better view, and Grace discovered quickly he had something else to add to his âWho Am I?â board.
He, Doctor Captain Ryland Grace, the worldâs leading authority in astrophage biology and one of the saviors of Erid and (hopefully) Earth, was ticklish.
Really, really ticklish.
The reaction was immediate. A bark of shocked laughter leapt from his throat without his permission, and he squirmed away with a wobbly smile.
Rocky, on the other hand, found this no laughing matter. He let out a series of sharp alarmed whistles and scrambled back. âApology! Apology! Apology! Rocky hurt Grace! Suit malfunction! Apology! Bad bad bad!â he rambled in a panic, curling his legs under himself and pressing his two front limbs together, dipping his carapace behind them.
âWoah woah hey, easy there pal, youâre okay!â Grace rushed to assure him, reaching out a hand to usher him back. When Rocky stepped further away, Grace wasted no time in lifting up his shirt so Rocky could see where he had touched him. âLook! Itâs not red, the skin isnât irritated, you didnât hurt me! You just tickled me, thatâs all, no harm no foul. Youâre okay. Weâre okay.â
After several moments hesitation, Rocky crept closer, his body still low to the ground. The sight made Graceâs heart break a little bit. Man, their adventures in Tau Cetiâs system really messed the two of them up, didnât they?
When Rocky was close enough, Grace put a hand on top of his carapace. Rocky leaned into it with low chitters. With his other hand he took Rockyâs claw, the one that Rocky believed had burned him. He shook it back and forth in a silly way to show his anxious alien friend how harmless it was.
âSee? The suit doesnât burn, and you were very gentle. You didnât hurt me, bud,â Grace soothed, curling and relaxing his fingers to gently scratch at Rockyâs vents through his suit. Rocky seemed to like it, taking a step closer still while the tension in his body slowly subsided.
âRocky not want to hurt Grace.â he finally said, his voice low. âGrace very important to Rocky. Rocky not forgive self if cause Grace pain like that again.â
Gosh darn it, Grace was not going to cry right now. He straight up refused.
âOh, buddy, come here,â Grace sighed sadly, scooting close to Rocky and pulling him into his arms. Rocky pressed his carapace against the manâs chest and sang low and soft, wrapping two arms around Graceâs middle.
âYouâre important to me, too. More than Iâll ever be able to put into words.â He pulled away slightly to look at Rocky square, dipping his head as if forcing the eyeless creature to meet his gaze. âThereâs nothing, and I mean nothing, you could do to me that I wouldnât be able to forgive you for. All theseâŚ?â He gestured at his burn scars, âwere gotten out of love. You loved me enough to risk your life to drag me to safety,â he pointed to the raised claw-print, âand I loved you enough to risk my life bringing you to your own atmosphere so you could heal,â he ended by rubbing his fingertips up and down the gnarly skin.
âDonât disservice the both of us by chalking all these up to just pain. We fought hard to keep each other alive, and these are marks of that. Okay?â
Rocky nodded his carapace, a human mannerism he had picked up from his friend. âIf Rocky were human, would probably be leaking right now. Very very leaky.â
Grace laughed, giving Rocky one last squeeze for good measure. âReady to try again?â he asked, tapping Rockyâs carapace twice with the question. An Eridian mannerism he had picked up from his friend.
âYes yes yes, feel better now.â
âGood!â
Rocky put his claw right back where it was, then paused once more. âCan Grace explain new word before continue, question?â
âNew word, new wordâŚâ he wracked his brain, but it came up empty.
âWhat Grace say Rocky do when Grace flinch away from touch. Scare Rocky.â
âOh! Yes, got it. So that was something called tickling. Iâm not sure if you guys have a word for it, but basically itâs my bodyâs response to unexpected external stimuli.â Grace began. âItâs hypothesized that knismesis, which is a lesser, more itchy sensation, was evolved to detect insects or small parasites on the skin, while gargalesis, which is what I just experienced, is a more extreme reaction that elicites laughter and is linked to the fight or flight response. Though, no oneâs really sure why that bit of it evolved. Maybe for social bonding through play, maybe to protect vulnerable parts of the body in combat, thereâs a bunch of theories that no one can really prove for sure,â he finished with a shrug.
Did he know all this from doing a deep dive on ticklishness after learning rats could be ticklish in one of his science classes?
Yes. Yes, he did.
âYou squeezed my side, which is a common ticklish spot, so my body moved away from the stimuli, being your claw, and made me laugh. Does that make sense?â
Rocky hums in acknowledgment. âYes, make sense. Eridians have similar response to stimuli. Speculated to detect parasites and social bonding, same as humans. All Eridians ticklish. All humans ticklish, question?â
Grace filed that information away for later before shaking his head. âNot all of us, but most are.â
âUnderstand. Back to anatomy study now, question?â
âYeah, we got a little sidetracked,â Grace chuckled.
Grace leaned back on his hands, his legs criss-crossed in front of him as he let Rocky do his thing once more, though this time there was a bit of an anticipatory smile pulling at his lips. Instead of resting his claw on Graceâs side like before, Rocky had opted for the chest approach this time, and Grace could only assume he was hearing past his ribcage and into the organs inside.
âInternal muscle pulsing and two others expanding with Grace breath. Heart and lungs, question?â
Grace gave him a thumbs up. âDing ding ding, we got a winner!â he grinned. âOur respiratory systems are completely different from each other, but my heart and circulatory system works similarly to yours, except my heart pumps iron-based blood while yours is mercury, and I only have one while you have five. Make sense?â
âYes yes yes. What bones made of, question?â Rocky asked, his claw trailing down to the humanâs ribcage. It was hard to the touch, but Rocky was still incredibly careful.
The anticipation was back again, but Grace couldnât really pinpoint why. Rocky had barely touched him, he couldnât be that ticklish, could he? Maybe it was a fluke, a kneejerk reaction to his body not being properly touched in so longâ
Squeeze squeeze.
Nope, definitely ticklish.
âCaHAlcium!â Grace yelped, cut off mid-answer by a rather obnoxious cackle. He cleared his throat, giving Rockyâs carapace a reassuring pat with one hand and covering his mouth with the other. âSorry, calcium.â
Rocky didnât retract his claw in fear this time (progress!) but he did still all movement and cocked his carapace. âTickle response, question?â
âYeah, heh. Yeah.â
âHeart rate elevated,â Rocky stated.
Grace gave a small laugh. âPart of said tickle response,â he said. âLike I said, itâs connected to our fight or flight instinct, which makes our body pump out adrenaline, which then increases our heart rate. Itâs really cool actually, sometimes humans can get this crazy rush of adrenaline in life or death situations and get this insane stre-hehaha hehey!â
He was interrupted by his own frantic stammering when Rocky squeezed at his ribs again. Then the little rascal laughed at him, his trilling chirps sneakily squeaking through his vents!
âHey! Are you doing that on purpose?â Grace asked, knitting his brows together and waggling an accusing finger at his friend.
âMmmm. No.â Squeeze squeeze squeeze.
âYou ahahahare you so are!â Grace couldnât help but succumb to his giggles, tilting his head back with a wide grin and swatting at the offending claw. At least it was only one, and it was gentle-
Oh fudge thereâs another one. Thereâs another claw.
Rocky had reached across with a second arm and began squeezing at the same spot on his other side. He gave a series of high pitched giggling chirps as he stepped over Graceâs lap, effectively pinning him to his spot on the walkway of the Donât Go Crazy room. And, given his bulk and Graceâs already suffering abs from laughing, it took very little time for Grace to lie back on the ground as Rocky took him apart.
âW-wahahahahait nohohoho! Rockyhehehehe!â He wriggled and shoved at his friendâs carapace, unable to stop the peals of laughter forced from him at Rockyâs touch.
Rocky ceased his tickle attack and sat back on three of his five legs. âRocky cause discomfort, question?â
Grace pushed himself back to sitting, leaning back on one hand while rubbing at the ghost tickles on his ribs with the other. He shook his head with a smile. âNoho, bud yohouâre oka-â
âThen Rocky continue tickle Grace!â
âW-wait whahaHAHAHAT?!â
Grace considered himself lucky Rocky was conscious of his weight and balance. If he wasnât using his other three legs to keep himself steady and his center of balance secure, Grace wasnât sure if he could handle any more claws sneaking in to tickle him. Rocky was ruthless!
Wriggling claws found their way under his arms, making him clamp his elbows to his sides in a futile attempt to block the attack. One claw relinquished in favor of squeezing at an elbow, which gave Grace a small but appreciated break at least on that side of his body. Rocky must have noticed the lack of reaction and opted to squeeze and pinch at his hips and knees instead. He definitely got his reaction there, Grace shrieked and bucked his hips with such intensity that had Rocky not been so heavy it mightâve thrown him off.
The more logical part of his brain noted the assault focused mainly on his joints, which must be common tickle spots for Eridians. However, the rest of his brain was too focused on being tickled absolutely stupid to care about that little tidbit.
Grace was in absolute hysterics. His brain had all but turned to mush, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth agape with boisterous laughter. He couldnât remember the last time he had laughed this hard, if ever.
âOkahahahay okay! Rocky time ohohohout pahahahause plehehehease!â He pleaded, swatting Rockyâs claws in a pitiful attempt to fight the Eridian off. Rocky took mercy on him and complied with his request for a âtime outâ without hesitation. Grace pushed himself back up with heavy limbs, leaning back on his elbows and getting out the rest of his titters.
âHumans not have tickle spot like Eridian,â Rocky noted, pointing at Graceâs elbow. âNot ticklish, question? Is common Eridian spot.â
Grace looked at Rocky over his glasses with a raised brow, his head slightly bowed as he recovered from the playful attack. âNoho. No, because we have no vital organs there.â
âThen why is leg joint more ticklish than arm joint, question?â
Grace shrugged. âMy guess is because humans are built for running, so our legs need more âtrainingâ in avoiding injury.â He put the word âtrainingâ in air quotes. âThatâs just my theory though. Everyoneâs got areas that are more ticklish than others, like I said itâs up to a lot of speculation.â
Rocky hummed and wiggled his carapace as he digested the information. âUnderstand.â Then he went still, clicking and chirping away and tapping a claw against the ground. âSoâŚhumans commonly most ticklish where many vital organs are inside.â
âCorrect.â
He pointed a claw at his friendâs stomach. âRocky hear many organs here.â
Immediately Grace felt butterflies go absolutely ballistic in his belly. If that was any indication, he could piece two and two together that he was probably really ticklish there, even if he didnât remember.
If he could, he would have shoved his foot so far in his big mouth itâd be seen where the sun doesnât shine.
His body moved before his brain caught up, scooting back on his hands and his mouth forced into a giddy grin. Again, not a good sign. âR-Rockyhehehehe, câmohon man-â
âRocky learn human anatomy, must touch to hear beneath skin, Grace be still!â Rocky chirped, and Grace didnât miss for a second the amused lilt that was ever present in his friendâs voice. The little bugger was having way too much fun at his expense.
Grace did not, in fact, be still. Grace had preferred to scramble to his feet and put said running legs to use. Well, he would have if Rocky hadnât all but tackled him back to the ground. Grace was on his back again, staring wide eyed at his captor with a goofy smile on his face.
âNohohoho wahait letâs talk we can talk about this Rocky plehehehease!â
Rocky said nothing. Granted, Grace wasnât actually sure if he could speak through his squeaky giggles. He raised his claws in the air and scrunched them in and out. Oh god, that made it so much worse! And he had started to lower them to his stomach!
âNONONONO dohohonât do it! Dohonât doho ihihihit ROCKYHEHEHE-!â
Increasingly desperate pleas fell on impossibly deaf ears (jerk) as Rockyâs claws finally touched down. Well, crashed down was more accurate, for they had made contact on his stomach with such sudden ferocity that Grace honest to god screamed before trailing off into wheezes. Wheezes then turned into cackling belly laughter once he finally got a breath in.
âROCKY!!! RohockyheHEHEHE NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!â Grace howled through his laughter, his flailing arms trying and failing to push Rocky off of him and defend his middle all at once.
He was very briefly reminded of the last time he was pinned to the ground in similar fashion, but instead of desperate sobs to spare his life, all that was driven from his mouth was giddy, carefree laughter as Rocky tickled him to pieces. It was honestly a little refreshing from the horrid memory.
Rocky was a little monster. He was trilling and giggling and whistling in a way that was reminiscent of cooing at something cute. Grace thought might actually die. From embarrassment or from being tickled to death, he wasnât sure. Most likely a mix of the two.
âGrace! Be! Still!â Rocky reiterated, intensifying a squeeze with each whistling word. He was absolutely evil! His technique even more so! He squeezed and pinched and poked and skittered erratically with no rhyme or reason, swapping tactics in a way that drove his cackling victim up a wall.
The final nail in the coffin, though, was when Rocky had discovered the effectiveness of sticking his hands under Graceâs shirt and vibrating his curled claws rapidly back and forth. In all the months theyâd known each other, the last and only time heâd heard Grace this loud was their first real meeting when Grace had shrieked with fear, wielding a wrench.
Now, under much sillier circumstances, Rocky was positively enamored with the joyful noise coming from his squishy companion under his claws. He could hear the surface of his smile, his nose wrinkled and scrunched, his brows furrowed and his eyes screwed shut with mirthful tears pricking at the corners, his glasses crooked on his face as he shook his head back and forth. And best of all, his laughter. Bright and happy and contagious even to a complete different species. Second only to his mateâs song, it was definitely Rockyâs favorite sound.
However, to both Rockyâs dismay and understanding, Grace could only take it for so long. In all seriousness, human adrenaline and stamina was something to be admired, but he was definitely reaching his limit.
âOHOHOHOH MY GOD OKAHAHAY!â he yelled, clutching his stomach and kicking his legs in the air as if trying to run from the ticklish touches. âENOUGHENOUGHENOUGH UHUNCLE! UHUHUHUNCLE HAHAHAHAHA MEHEHERCYHEHEHEHE!!!â
Rocky scuttled off with incredibly fond giggles, perching by Graceâs head to fix his glasses and give him space to breathe. He carded his claws gently through the blond hair as Grace fought to regain his bearings. His chest heaved, his shoulders shaking with leftover breathless giggles.
âYohohohou,â he huffed, pointing a floppy hand at the Eridian, âahahare awfuhul!â
âAnd you are stuck on Hail Mary with Rocky for next four years,â Rocky quipped back through pleased chirrups.
âBite me.â
âRocky cannot bite, not have mouth.â
âIhitâs a joke, bud.â
âAh, understand.â
Jeez, he felt like he had just run a marathon. His abs hurt, his face was sore, his throat was hoarse. Rocky had really did a number on him. But despite all that, he couldnât deny the pleasant buzz of dopamine in his brain from the physical exertion and all the laughter.
âGod, Iâm living with a flipping tickle monster,â he cleared his throat and groaned, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
âGrace okay, question?â
âOh yeahaha, pal, Iâm all good.â More than all good, actually. Thinking back on the past few days filled with meal prep and rationing math and dread, he needed that. A good tussle was exactly what the doctor ordered. Even if it was pretty one-sided.
Rocky nudged Grace with his carapace once the human finally got his breath back. âRocky turn next, question?â
Grace sat up and looked at Rocky with a quirked brow and crooked smile. âYohou want me to tickle you back?â he asked, a chuckle lacing his voice. In all honesty Grace was planning some thorough revenge anyways, but he wasnât expecting Rocky to ask for it outright!
âYes yes yes,â Rocky chirped, doing his little jazz hands in place. âGrace want to learn Eridian biology, and tickle is bonding between good good good friends! Play, silly, happy happy happy for Grace and Rocky.â
Grace smiled from ear to ear. Oh, this guy had no idea what heâd just unleashed upon himself.
If Ryland Grace was anything, he was competitive. He wouldnât let that moron with a doctorate tell him water was always necessary for life to evolve, he wouldnât back down when Lokkens tried her best to convince him Earth life and astrophage evolved from completely different root species, and now he definitely wasnât letting Rocky get off the hook for tickling him within an inch of his life.
âAre you sure about this, Rock?â He sing-songed. âBecause Iâm not going easy on you.â
âRocky tough, Rocky take it!â the Eridian beside him whistled, sticking out his carapace boldly.
Oohohoh, challenge accepted buddy.
He curled his fingers into wiggly claws and tried his best to make his smile look more predatory, but he knew he just looked like a dork. He could live with that, he was happy to be goofing around with his best friend, dang it. âYour funeral!â
Grace gave Rocky zero buildup. No test squeezes, no pokes or taps, no trying to hide his intentions, just immediately digging aggressively into Rockyâs joints.
The pitch at which Rocky squealed was almost painful to his ears, but Grace was too giddy to care. He grabbed onto one of Rockyâs flailing limbs and pulled himself closer, curling his legs criss-cross-applesauce around his giggling friend.
âSo, you wanna tell me where Eridians are most ticklish?â He asked, as casually as if he was having a normal conversation. He had to raise his voice a little bit over Rockyâs laughter. âYou already told me about riiiiiight here!â He grabbed two of Rockyâs elbow joints and squeezed rapidly through the Xenonite mesh. Rocky did his best to scuttle away through shrill cackles, but only ended up tipping himself backwards onto his side, his legs flopping and flailing and looking for all the world like a mix between a spider and a turtle stuck on its back.
âOhoh no you donât!â Grace growled, getting onto his knees and reaching forward to follow Rockyâs momentum. He stuck his hands flat on Rockyâs sideways carapace, looming over him and grinning. âSpill it! Where else?â
âGraceâŚ.find outâŚ.for yourself!â Rocky challenged through his squeaky tittering.
Graceâs grin got impossibly wider as he curled his fingers, making Rocky squeal and his legs scrunch in anticipation. âOhhhhhkay, youâre asking for it now!â
Caution of getting his fingers pinched to the wind, he clawed at the joints where Rockyâs arms met his body, where his âarmpitâ would be, and Rocky went absolutely berserk. He squirmed and flailed and cackled. It sort of sounded as if someone was shriek-laughing into one of the recorders the Grover-Cleveland music room used to have. Grace used to hate hearing that squeaky sound through the halls when the kids first learned to play the instrument, but now this similar sounding song was music to his ears.
âSoooooo Iâm guessing the elbows and leg joints because thatâs where parasites can get in, right?â Grace asked as he continued to take his friend apart. Said friend couldnât speak through his cackling. Or, maybe he could, but it was so intermingled with his laughter that Grace or the translator couldnât pick it up.
So, he slowed down a bit, letting Rocky get a breather in. His vents were steaming a little bit from the exertion. All that movement and laughter mustâve been a little taxing on his body. Another similarity between humans and Eridians.
Grace huffed an affectionate laugh through his nose, scratching gently at the top of Rockyâs carapace in a soothing way rather than a tickly one. He didnât want to overwhelm the poor guy. Or worse, send him into an unexpected slumber before he ate.
âDid you hear me, bud?â He asked, tapping twice. It was a normal behavior, but those two taps made Rocky squeak and giggle.
âYesâŚRocky hearâŚapologyâŚneed moment,â Rocky huffed, still tittering a little all the while.
âNo worries, pal, take all the time you need,â Grace said, resorting from scratching to just rubbing the flat of his palm and pads of his fingers along the tip of the Xenonite suit. Rocky trilled, leaning as much as he could into it from his lopsided position.
âAlright buddy, on your feet,â Grace chuckled, bracing his feet against the floor and holding Rockyâs claws to pull him right-side up while Rocky pushed with his back legs. Rocky didnât leave his position in Graceâs lap, though, he just curled his legs underneath him and settled right there.
âOkay, recover now,â Rocky announced. âAnswer to Grace question is yes. Eridian joints much much much ticklish because easiest for parasites to enter body. Bad bad bad. But also limbs are place most touched by other Eridians. Sensory input from external stimuli aid in social interaction and bonding between individuals.â
Grace nodded along. âGotcha. Not so different, are we pal?â He smiled fondly, tapping twice once more with his question on the top of Rockyâs carapace.
Once more came the giggling, making Grace smile in his endearment. âWhahat is going on, youâre never this giggly when I do that,â he asked, unable to help the laughter weaving in between his words.
âGrace tickle Rocky within minutes of deep sleep! Still tickle! Vibrations from question tap tickle!â Rocky said indignantly, poking Grace in the stomach and making him yelp and squirm.
âOkahay! OkAHAhahay I gehet it! My bahahad!â He laughed, holding the offending claw with one hand and clutching at his stomach with the other.
Rocky ceased his attack, giggling and swinging Graceâs hand back and forth like Grace had done with him several minutes before while looking rather pleased with himself.
âOne of these days Iâll have to introduce you to the long-standing earth tradition of tickle fights,â Grace said with a smile, tapping Rockyâs carapace a little more to make him squirm. âWeâd have to do it in zero G, though, otherwise youâd win by a long shot.â
âYes yes yes, Rocky win fight. Much stronger than leaky space blob!â
âYeah? Well Iâm faster,â Grace retorted. âI could run you down any day of the week. I gotta teach you about persistence hunting one of these days.â An idea was quickly coming to mind on how thatâs go down, a smile already curling his lips at the prospect.
âFaster not help when Rocky have Grace like this!â
Grace shrieked as Rockyâs claws shoved at his shoulders and pinned him down again, descending upon his belly once more shortly after and immediately eliciting cries for surrender. âAAAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY YOU WIN!!! YOU WIHIHIN GET OHOHOFFA MEHEHEHEHEHE!â
Rocky took mercy on him quick, thankfully, backing off with smug giggles and helping Grace back up.
âNohohoâŚnoho more for today, alright? Iâm beat,â Grace giggled, waving his hand back and forth and shaking his head with a smile still plastered on his face.
âYes yes yes, Grace sleep, Rocky watch!â Rocky chirped happily. They gathered the translator and notebook (the pen had been kicked off of the walkway in the scuffle and was long gone), and made their way to the dormitory.
It was a routine that took very little time to fall into. Grace changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth with Rocky giving him his privacy as normal, Grace settling into bed and getting cozy under the covers as normal, and then lifting up the quilt so Rocky could hop up and settle down to watch, which was their new normal. Grace even kept the room a little cooler than the rest of the ship, so he wouldnât overheat with Rocky snuggled up next to him.
Rocky curled three of five limbs comfortably underneath his carapace, the other two left free to wander and keep busy as Grace slept. One drifted up to run through Graceâs hair, while the other splayed across his chest.
âYou know,â Grace said after a moment, a yawn following his voice, âI think this is one of your best ideas to date,â he smiled. Sure, the idea to eat the Taumoeba may end up saving his life, hopefully, but he was pretty sure this whole being able to touch thing saved his heart and soul. He couldnât believe he and Rocky had gone so long without a proper hug.
Rocky chirped in amusement, his frequency rumbling deep into Graceâs chest. âGrace stupid from little sleep and too much tickles,â he said, and Grace could recognize his tone as incredibly fond. It made his chest feel fuzzy with affection. Still canât take a compliment. One more thing they had in common. âGrace sleep, I watch.â
I just love the idea that rocky when tickling grace always teases him about how "grace most ticklish human" and it makes grace stupidly flustered cuz how is that space rock so on point with his teases when he never met another human? and rocky feels all smug and proud cuz he has that one tease that always just makes grace fold UNTIL they finally reach erid and it turns out that rocky is also one of the most ticklish eridians out there
I just love the idea that rocky when tickling grace always teases him about how "grace most ticklish human" and it makes grace stupidly flustered cuz how is that space rock so on point with his teases when he never met another human? and rocky feels all smug and proud cuz he has that one tease that always just makes grace fold UNTIL they finally reach erid and it turns out that rocky is also one of the most ticklish eridians out there
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I've noticed that sfawtde is on your fandom list and I wanted to ask if you'd be able to draw something with lee!Avery and ler!derlord? they are constantly on my mind and there's just not enough tkl content with them out there!! OF COURSE NO PRESSURE!!
anyways I also wanted to say that I love all your phm stuff and your posts always make my day better !! hope you're having a good day!!
THERES NEVER ENOUGH SFAWTDE TKL CONTENT!!
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eeeksjdksj if your rqs are still open⌠your artstyle is so gorgeous and iâm such a sucker for grace being destroyed so maybe just rocky or simon gushing abt how cute he is while being tickled. ryland âcanât take complimentsâ grace btw
ok i suck at dialog so this one is significantly more embarrassing than the rest of them </////3 to make up for this fact, i have drawn both rocky and simon ⤠hope it suffices â¤â¤
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D3rLord -
The most calculated Houdini of a Lee youâll ever see. Dude can get out of any situation or position he may have found himself trapped in so you better hope to find his worst spot quickly since you donât have long until he will be on the run again.
Post KIY gain of knowledge, he knows when Avery is about to jump him. Somtimes he lets it happen since he also knows how much Avery has also been through and just wants the guy to laugh and have fun, and if that means biting back his pride and letting himself be âsurprisedâ when Avery jumps on him and starts digging his fingers into his sides, then so be it.
Is aware what will happen next when heâs being tickled, sometimes heâs aware that the ler is about to find a bad spot and his mind will short circuit in anticipation getting flustered about the idea that the ler WILL find that spot any second now.
Also knows exactly where Avery is ticklish. Before ever actually meeting him in person D3r knew all about the guy and what would get the best reaction out of him.
His sides and tum are BADDD do you see how unprotected those spots are with his armour, poor design choice of armour for defending himself if you ask me.. but perfect for Avery to wiggle his fingers right into Derekâs tummy.
Surprisingly light and airy laughter for such a calculated and strong man, I can just imagine him after his supposed âdeathâ where the king takes over his mind and dies with him that when he does actually survive (yes Iâm being delulu about this stay with me.. he absolutely survives. Avery carries him out. Bridal style.. you canât convince me otherwise.) he definitely is much more scrawny and quiet after, Avery spends a lot of time getting to know Derek and how to work around these new complications. Keeping Derek out of super bright areas or areas with a lot of stuff, to not overload his mind with information.
When he realizes that Derek isnât eating much from stress and has to help him. Thereâs definitely tickles mixed in with that. Derek getting to caught up in his own mind thinking about indefinite questions and answers, so Avery just needs to pull the man to the ground and start tickling him to get his mind off things.
Avery -
Actually such a sweetheart, he can get down on himself at times as he is trying to take care of Derek. But with Derek knowing so much about him, he knows when Avery is feeling down and will fight his own body and mind to get to Avery to try and cheer him up. With tickles ofc. And hugs
Avery I fear is one big tickle spot, like just such a squirmy guy that canât settle down when heâs being tickled.
Is absolutely a screamer, he finds himself trapped on his stomach frequently while Derek leans over him and tickles his ribs while the man below him squeals and screams.
He definitely got tickles by the king a few times while trying to track down D3rlord. Itâs just not fair for him huh? Two guys who both happen to have infinite knowledge able to pinpoint specifically where Avery is ticklish.
The king trapping Avery and sitting there for awhile scribbling his claws all over Averyâs tummy until the slime hybrid can barely form a coherent sentence.
Derek also being aware of that whole situation happening ^ And lowk being flustered by it because like, what if the king did that to him?? The king knows all of D3rlords spots too.
Avery definitely tried to bribe the king at some point to dime out D3rlords tickle spots so that he could win a tkl fight against D3rlord much faster. What he tried to bribe him with, I couldnât tell ya. But he definitely got the answer and definitely uses it against Derek.
hi hello it's me again, sorry for sending another ask however sfawtde is all I can think about recently and your headcanons are so so good
I wanted to ask who do you think is more ticklish between them? who's more of a ler and more of a lee? do they tease eachother?
ofc don't feel pressured to answer this and have a good day!!
HI SORRY I JUST SAW THIS don't be sorry for sending asks !!! I love getting them !
as for your questions, I'm actually not sure ! I think they're both pretty ticklish, but I'd say Avery is definitely the more ticklish one
I feel like they're both pretty switch-y . they both like giving and receiving fairly equally, but I wanna say Avery is more on the lee side !
they absolutely tease each other . D3rlord3 is more of a snarky dickhead with his teases ("something wrong?" "c'mon, it can't be that bad!") while Avery loves to make jokes and pretends to be clueless ("yes, I'm right here! need something?" "did I say something funny?")
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so uh. uhm. hi. i kept forgetting to post this and i feel really bad about it. i'm so sorry tadc nation here's some food for you
npc oc because i didnt feel comfortable writing anyone as a ler - not yet, anyway. but pomni needed to get wrecked so bad. she's so cute. i get cuteness aggression every time she's on screen
usual disclaimer; sfw tickling fic, very soft and fluffy, even a little goofy and silly.
"Given that our last adventure took an exciting turn, I thought doing a rerun would be a better idea today!"
A rippling groan passed through the veteran players that Caine seemed to entirely ignore, turning his attention to Pomni with an exaggerated movement.
"Something a little more calm, I'd say! Should help bring you down from any thoughts of the Void from the other day!"
"Ahh⌠I don't â"
"You'll love it," He interrupted, swooping back into the air with an extravagant gesture; "It's a fan favourite! Everyone knows it, everyone loves it, it's⌠'Where in the World is Sir Wigglesburg?'!"
Pomni, of course, didn't miss the way everyone else in the room tensed up â though she didn't catch the way Gangle actually perked instead, immediately shooting sideways glances at everyone else before poorly mirroring their tension.Â
"... You're kiddin'," Jax muttered, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Caine simply continued as though he didn't hear the rabbit while Bubble floated nearby with an empty look in her eyes.
"Sir Wigglesburg is one of our most esteemed citizens â"
"Not an actual player," Ragatha helpfully cut in with a glance to Pomni, trying to give her context.
" â with a terrible habit of wandering off! His dear wife has, once again, asked us â rather, you â to lend a helping hand and bring him home safe! The first to lead Sir Wigglesburg back to the stage shall win a prize! (To be determined, prize may or may not meet or exceed expectations.) Good luck!"
And, with no further context or instruction, their ringmaster and his companion entirely disappeared. There was a brief silence before Zooble grunted, already walking away.
"... Right. I'm going back to my room, then."
"Aww, somebody too chicken to help the poor guy?"
Jax sneered in their direction, and they shot him a searing glare; "Well, if you want a repeat of last time, be my guest. I don't."
"I will also take my leave," Kinger muttered in a hurried fashion, looking askance; "The last time we did this, it was before⌠MnghâŚ"
Ragatha offered him a sympathetic smile, nodding as the other two softened just slightly.Â
"It's alright, Kinger. We understand."
"Thank you⌠If you do take on the quest, give Sir my best."Â
With that, both Zooble and Kinger headed towards the living quarters, leaving Pomni to finally pipe up again, looking between Ragatha and Jax.
"... So, um⌠W-what's so upsetting about the rerun, anyway? Is it, um, bad�"
"Oh â no, not â not per se," The ragdoll replied quickly, tapping her chin; "I mean, Caine wasn't lying⌠This is one of the calmer adventures."
"Yeah. You should do it, newbie."
Both sets of eyes snapped to Jax, who simply grinned passively. Ragatha squinted.
"... And I don't suppose you'd be coming along?"
"I will, actually. Could be funny. What about you, Rags?"
Though she grimaced, Ragatha sighed in resignation, turning a little to give Pomni a small smile.
"Well, I'm not gonna let her go it alone⌠Again."
That much, at least, gave Pomni heart, and she almost smiled back â until she realized one of their party wasn't accounted for, and her brow furrowed.
"Uh⌠Where's Gangle?"
The other two also seemed to only just notice Gangle's absence, and the three of them glanced around briefly before their search was cut short by a distant shriek from the player in question.
"That sounded like herâŚ!"
"Is she getting hurt?! W-what if someone else abstracted?!" Pomni shot them a panicked glance; "Sh-should we â"
"Let's go investigate before anything else," Jax interrupted calmly, barely keeping the amusement from his face as he gestured for Pomni to take the lead. When Ragatha shot him a glare, he simply shrugged, following after her with the ragdoll shortly behind.
They had little more than a vague direction, down a corridor and two left turns that seemed to dim the further along they went; Gangle made no further sounds, giving them little in the way of direction, and eventually Pomni sighed haplessly, squinting into the darkness.
"... It's no use⌠Should â should we go find Caine againâŚ?"
She was met with silence, and turned around â only to find Ragatha and Jax were nowhere to be seen, and her stomach dropped with dread.
"... Guys�"
"Ooh? Who is this� A face I've yet to see and greet?"
At a new voice, Pomni yelped, whipping around â and coming face-to-face with what appeared to be some kind of massive, cartoonish caterpillar. His body appeared to be covered in green fur, disappearing into the darkness past his neck â or so Pomni assumed at first glance, anyway. His face and what could only be described as underbelly were covered in white fur that parted around his features, such as a long purple nose and big black eyes â one of which sported a golden monocle. And, of course, his hands had the same cartoon glove sort of thing that Kinger had going on, though this time with black noodle arms seemingly attached.
In her shock, she entirely lost her voice, merely stammering wordlessly â and earning a chuckle from the caterpillar looming over her.Â
"Such a small thing, you are! 'Tis a pleasure, indeed!"Â
Smiling, he extended one of his hands for a shake, a gesture that finally managed to pull Pomni from her stupor.
"I am Sir Wigglesburg! And you, my gentile jester, would be�"
"A-ahhhâŚ" Though hesitant, she extended her own hand, despite it being barely half the size of his own, "P-Pomni â woah â!"
The moment their palms yet, Wigglesburg pulled her closer, twirling her around so suddenly that her eyes spun in alternating directions â and as she was steadied again, pulled along by his sudden movements, she was abruptly made aware of his overwhelming amount of hands, with a second dominant one taking her free hand to hold her steady while two more settled on her back and hip, respectively.
"Pomni, Pomni! A wondrously adorable and charming name! Please, indulge me with a dance â 'tis a formal greeting between my people!"
"I â I'm actually â ah!"
The hand on her hip pinched her side unexpectedly, making her jerk in an attempt to escape â yet Wigglesburg easily moved with her reflexive maneuver like it was a step in her dance. Â
"I'm actually â ehh! â l-looking for s â hey! â some â sohome â"
The hand squeezed again, and again, and again; and every time, she tried to sidestep or wiggle away â and every time, it just encouraged their "dance", with Wigglesburg's gentle but firm grip keeping her upright despite the giggles bubbling in her chest and the involuntary smile that had been pulling at her lips.Â
"My dear Pomni," Wigglesburg crooned as though she wasn't struggling to articulate a sentence; "You are a wonderful dancer!"
" â Ghhh, thank youâŚ? But I â ah!! â would you plehease â"
She squeaked again as she was suddenly pulled into a dip, very nearly panicking before she realized Wigglesburg was still supporting her gently. His wide smile was kind and sweet, but undercut by the mischief in his eyes as he looked down at her.
"... That said, you are giggling quite a lot! I didn't think dancing with a wyrm would be that much fun for you!"
"I-It's not the dancing â GyaAH â"
"Is it not?"Â
Pomni couldn't manage a reply, stuck in a fit of uncontrollable giggles caused by the fingers wiggling at both sides, forcing her to squirm back and forth with no true escape from the unexpected and overwhelming sensation. Wigglesburg hummed, tilting his head with an adoring expression.
"I say, I was under the impression that it was the jester who caused nobles to laugh, not the other way around! Yet, here you are, practically beside yourselfâŚ"
For a mercy, he did release her hands, and she immediately brought her arms in â not that they did much, proportionately, to protect her.Â
"Aheheh, I can't â I cahahan't â"
"Oh, my poor dear, does it tickle? Are we feeling a little sensitive?"
She hiccuped through her laughter at that, shaking her head and ducking down; it felt like the teasing sent a shot through her nerves, which only made it worse when he started scratching experimentally at her ribs, prompting a few snorts to escape her as well.
"Ngh â nahahaa, not th - thehehereâŚ!"
"What? Here? Or here â oh, dear me."
His hands shot to Pomni's underarms for just a few seconds, but it was enough to prompt a shriek from her, wriggling and kicking fruitlessly with even more vigour than before.
"NnnoOHOHO â gh â $%^@# â I cahAAHAAN'T â!"
"Yes, I can see that! 'Twould seem that 'tis an especially sensitive spot."
"Plhehe â PLEHEEHEEHEASE!"
She threw back her head with a loud cackle as Wigglesburg doubled down, every stroke of his fingers sending shocks down her arms and through her body â but she only had to endure it a moment longer before he finally laid off, lightly massaging her sides with his thumbs as she gasped for breath â an act that was more instinctual than actually necessary, given that breathing wasn't really a thing anymore â with a goofy, natural smile still stuck on her face.
"I do hope you can forgive my zeal in tormenting you," Wigglesburg offered after a moment, smiling apologetically; "I cannot help myself around the players."
"I â it's⌠HaahâŚ" With a final breath, Pomni shook out the residual giggles, looking back up at Wigglesburg; "It's alrightâŚ"
"Oh, I figured! You never once asked me to stop, after all."
She stiffened at that, her eyes widening as she searched her memory â because, surely not⌠And yet, he was right.
She had no idea if the digital avatar could blush, but with how hot her face felt upon that realization, she really, really hoped it couldn't.
"But enough of that â you were searching for someone, yes?"
"Uh! Um. Y-yeah. You, actually, but also â Gangle, if you've seen herâŚ"
"Oh! My dear Gangle has been here all along!"
Pomni blinked dumbly, and Wigglesburg chuckled, curling in on himself and cradling her close as his spine arched up to where she could see clearly â and, sure enough, Gangle was splayed out in the wyrm's green fur, seeming a little sleepy and out of it⌠Yet, content, even as she looked up and waved at Pomni.
"But⌠Her screamâŚ"
"'Twas a scream of joy and laughter," Wigglesburg assured her; "Gangle is one of my favorite dancing partners â and I, hers! I admit, I went overboard this time, though⌠It has been too long since the last time."
"Oh."
A lot of things made sense, now. The way everyone had seemed tense and awkward when Wigglesburg's name came up; Gangle's quiet disappearance in the wake of the adventure's start. The little comments everyone was making towards each otherâŚÂ
"Pomni! Are you alright?!"
Ragatha's voice pulled Pomni from her thoughts, and she looked down to see the ragdoll standing below, looking up with faint relief⌠And heavy amusement. Shortly behind her stood Jax, smug as ever â yet, notably, keeping a good generous distance between himself and the wyrm.
"Uh. Yeah," Pomni replied; "I found Gangle? And⌠And Sir Wigglesburg."
"We know. We heard you," Jax chuckled, easily side-stepping to avoid a tiny kick from Ragatha. For her part, the doll smiled.
"That's great! Let's head back to the stage and wrap up this adventure, then!"
Sir Wigglesburg, however, pouted a little, looking down at her.
"Oh, are you sure I can't convince you to share just one dance with me�"
"Ahh⌠Maybe next time?"
Ragatha offered him a nervous smile, and Wigglesburg sighed dramatically â but he didn't object, simply setting Pomni on his back near Gangle before he began to crawl along on the path back to the stage. Distantly, Jax grumbled about not being offered a ride as he and Ragatha followed on foot.
In the softness of his fur, Pomni felt a tempting urge to "nod off", partially encouraged by the dance she'd just been through â but Gangle's voice, just barely loud enough to be heard â kept her in the waking world.
"... I'm glad you like his game. I've been the only one for awhile⌠Knowing someone else likes it makes me feel less weird."
And, with a small nod in response, Pomni hid her smile in the wyrm's fur.
Maybe not every part of the digital circus was terrible or terrifying.
After a particularly strenuous adventure, It's taken a toll on everyone, Especially Ragatha. Pomni makes sure to check up on her, even in the silliest manners.
Characters:
Lee!Ragatha Ler!Pomni
Authors Note:
This fic is very inspired by In Stitches - @snowypolaroid!! Please go give that a read!
This is meant to be a shorter drabble to get me motivated to write again. Apologies if this is OOC, Its been a while since iâve written consistently.
If the Author of the fic this is inspired by requests for me to take this down I will. Other than that, I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: None.
[NSFW DNI]
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âWelcome back my Catastrophic Compiled batch of Chromosomes!!â
As per usual, their lively ringmaster was there to greet the cast after all their adventures. The day's adventure was a pretty stressful one, a muder mystery event at a high end galla event with each of the castmates getting picked off one by one. Pomni somehow managed to survive till the very end, baring witness to her friends disappearing one by one.
Everyone went their separate ways without paying much mind to their ringmaster. Zooble and Gangle left together talking about drawing with one another, Jax ran off as always to go take a nap in his room, and Kinger scurried off to his pillow fort. That only left Ragatha and Pomni together.
Pomni noticed how Ragatha looked more out of it today than usual, it was hard to watch really. She seemed soâŚsad?...distracted? she hardly even spoke to anyone once the adventure was over, usually sheâd at least follow the group to the living room area. Today however she seemed to drift away from everyone, Pomni didnât want to leave her behind again.
Pomni didn't want to hesitate any longer, she quickly caught up to Ragatha before she could lose her.
âHey, um, wait Ragatha!!â
Pomni spoke up.
Ragatha jumped before turning around, a little startled by the sudden voice.
âHuh? Oh! Yes Pomni? Whats up? Did you um need something?â
Ragatha hastily responded, hardly processing her words.
âOh n-nono Iâm alright, I was just wondering ifâŚyouâre alright?â
Pomni knew Ragatha had a bad habit of internalizing her struggles, but she couldn't just leave her hanging, she had to try right?
âOh! You don't have to worry about me! Todays adventure was just a bit of a doozy! But really its nothing to worry about!! You can just-â
âRagatha.â
Pomni cut her off before she could finish, her sudden response caused Ragatha to flinch a little.
âYouâre allowed to be upset, you know that right? You can be honest with me.â
Pomni tried to get through to her.
Ragatha hesitated before she spoke, struggling to find the words in her to speak. She took a breath and sighed before she continued
âWellâŚumâŚ-
Ragatha's thoughts were brought back to the adventure, The luxurious mansion, the itchy clothes fitting just too tight, the pleasantries and politeness of the classy crowd, the backhanded compliments, the judgmental stares, the whispers just out of sight, the drinks she spilt when escaping the murder, Her Mothers rage from the stained carp- Woah. Her thoughts were spiraling, re-opening old wounds shes tried to suppress with minimal success.
-Today's adventure was justâŚa lot. It kind of reminded me of things I donât really want to remember and I uh-â
Ragatha looked back at Pomni as she spoke, Pomniâs eyes burned into Ragatha's mind. She couldnât focus on reading her expression, she couldn't focus on her chest tightening, or her heart racing, all she could feel was the staring. Those eyes, those cold threatening eyes, it made her panic.
âUmm y'know just one of those things!! Itâs nothing I can't handle!!â
As expected, Ragatha choked, Pomni looked disappointed, but she held her patience. She didnât want to hold this against her, maybe letting her decompress after the day would be a better move.
âI see..â
Ragatha could sense the rising tensions, she hated herself for always messing things up, why was this so hard?
Before Pomni could say anything, Ragatha cut in
âWait!-â
Pomni, waited for her, giving her that patience Ragatha needed and tried to give her a reassuring look.
âUh, would you umâŚlike to come back to my room with me? Y-youre rightâŚI could use a little companyâŚif thats okay with you?â
Why was this so scary?
âUh yeah! Of course!â
Pomni was just glad there had been some progress.
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The two of them had made it in Ragatha's room and settled down on her bed. Pomni had been in here before, it was always one of the more cozy rooms compared to her own. It felt more homey or ânormalâ compared to the overcomplicated eyesore her and Zoobles room was. It was nice to hang out and spend time with her and
Ragatha looked a little more relaxed. She really did appreciate Pomni's company, and Pomni was happy to give it to her! However Pomni could still sense a little dread from the her.
She didn't really know what to do, but she knew she wanted to do something. She pondered ways to help her out, thinking of what to do to cheer her up. Pomni thought back to when she helped Ragatha patch herself up after a rough adventure a few days ago. She remembered a certain detail from that moment and an idea finally popped in her mind.
âHey Ragatha?â
Ragatha was lost in her mind till she heard Pomniâs voice, she glanced over to her, waiting for her response.
âHowâre your stitches holding up?â
âOh! Well, I didn't get any tears during the adventureâŚso, I would say you did a pretty good jobâ
Ragatha had completely forgotten about how recently she had been torn up, itâd had happened so many times for how long sheâd been here it just felt so mundane to her that sheâd hardly ever think about it anymore.
âCan IâŚcheck?, you were pretty roughed up this adventure. And I donât know how well theyâd hold up, I'm not really one for sewing..â
Pomni chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly while glancing at Ragatha's desk. That's where she remembered getting her sewing kit from.
Ragatha's heart fluttered from Pomniâs concern, tucking a strand of her yarn despite having no ears, some nervous ticks never leave you.
âAww Pomni, donât be so hard on yourself! You did pretty good for someone whos never sewn before!! Buuut I guess it wouldn't hurt to check.â
There it is, that smile, Pomni couldnât get enough of it. She needed more of it.
Ragatha turned to her back facing Pomni, Surprisingly her stitches did in fact hold well! It still looked a little sloppy but overall they stood intact. Pomni placed her hand on Ragatha's back and trailed down her work, feeling a few loose threads and some uneven bulk in the stitchwork. Hey, just because they never came undone doesn't mean they were good.
Ragatha felt a shiver down her spine, her shoulders hunched and she held her breath, already feeling her cheeks start to burn. Sometimes she hated how ticklish she was, or at least sheâd try to argue that she did even when its quite obvious of the opposite. Pomni continued to feel around her seams already knowing what she was doing to the poor doll.
âWell, you have a few loose seams but its mostly intact! Im a little surprised actually, just the other day you were losing all your stuffingâŚn-not that I think you should be ripped up again or anything!!â
âA-Aha yeah Caine can b-behe pretty inconsistent with our U-uh durability! Ehe and um P-Pain and such..â
Hearing the nervousness and giggles slip though made Pomni smile, If Ragatha got any cuter it might give her a heart attack.
âSo, is your stuffing okay too? I mean, I just want to make sure. Since yknow..â
Ragatha could already sense what was about to happen when she heard that tone in her voice. Ragatha would be lying if she said she wasnât feeling a wave of nervousness and excitement wash over her. Before she even had the chance to say anything she could already feel gloved hands wrap around her waist.
âP-pohohomni! M-my stuffings fine! I-I promise you did a good johob I feel fihihine!!â
Ragatha tried to protest, she didn't even know why she was protesting, she didn't really want to. She just couldn't help it!!
âIt wouldn't hurt to check would it?â
Pomni teased, squeezing her sides gently causing Ragatha to flinch, letting out a squeak. She started to quicken her pace squeezing up and down Ragatha's sides leading to her giggling frantically, squirming from side to side.
âPOHOHOMNI!!â Ragatha couldn't help but giggle between her sentences. âP-PhhOohohomni!! Y-Youre- doing this on purpose!!â
She could hardly finish her sentence without laughing.
âOh what do you mean? I just wanna make sure you arenât lopsided..â
Pomni stated matter of factly while traveling up her sides, squeezing her ribs now.
âWe canât have that! We should check thoroughly yknow?â
Ragatha squealed, falling back into Pomniâs arms while clamping her own. She covered her face from sheer embarrassment while laughing her heart out. She could feel Pomni gently knead into her ribs. Each of her digits pressing into a different spot, squeezing softly which drove Ragatha insane.
Hearing Ragatha's cackles made Pomin's heart flutter, it was like music to her ears and it was especially endearing to watch how little she fought back. Knowing Ragathaâs enjoying herself made Pomniâs chest feel all funny.
âYoure really soft you know..â
Pomni let her thoughts slip out a little.
âIt feels really nice! You really feel so comforting.â
Ragatha's face burned hearing this. Ragatha threw her head back into Pomin's chest while clenching her fists to her face and kicking her legs. The flustering feeling building up in her chest mixed with the fluttery feelings from the tickles is an overwhelming combo.
âP-pohomni!!!â
Ragatha whined. Only then did Pomni realize what she said. She nervously started to sputter out.
âAh uh! S-sorry!...but its- its true! You really feel like a pillow..â
Pomni paused the tickling for a moment, it took a moment but when Ragatha finally caught her breath she squeezed her shoulders.
âOh uh, aha you..really think so?â
Ragatha turned to face Pomni, a look of hope and a sparkle in her eye. She was so bright, it made Pomniâs face turn red.
âY-yeahâŚespecially right here.â
Ragatha's stare made her feel all funny, her expression brought warmth and a part of Pomni just couldn't resist tickling her again, another part felt too embarrassed and needed to distract her. This really sent Ragatha to cackles! Pomni had almost forgot just how ticklish her stomach was.
âP-POHOMNI W-WAHAIT NONO I- YOU CAHANTâ
Ragatha's reaction was almost immediate, she fell to her back on the bed and squeezed Pomin's shoulders as she followed her down. Pomni really got to have a real good look at her. The way her cheeks puffed up when she laughed, her eyes squinting from how hard she smiled, the way she scrunches her nose and hunches her shoulders, how despite her frantic squirming she doesn't try to get away at all. It was honestly adorable.
Pomni continued to squeeze Ragatha's tummy, squishing the sides of her belly and poking around her navel. Ragathaâs laugh sounded so much more boisterous. It was full of squeaks and squeals and tons of hiccupy or breathy giggles. Ragatha could hardly hold any reactions, she was ridiculously ticklish on her stomach!
âppPPOHOMNI!! AHAha i-IT TICKLES!!â
Pomni couldn't help but laugh with her, of course it tickles! And Ragatha couldn't help but continue to whine and fuss about it, she never asked her to stop though.
Pomni would hate to overwhelm her friend however and slowed her roll when she noticed how out of breath her laughter became.
âOkay okay, im sorry, Are you alright?â
Pomni sounded a little concerned for her, worried she went too far.
It took Ragatha a moment to catch her breath before she could respond.
âN-nonono! I-I meanâŚyoure okay! Or um Im okay! Don't worryâ
Pomni was rubbing her stomach, trying to soothe the tingles away
âSooâŚis my stuffing okay after all?â
Pomni was confused for a moment before she remembered that that was her excuse to tickle her silly, she had totally forgotten about it. She chucked and squished her tummy in response, eliciting a squeak from Ragatha.
âYou were right, maybe I wasn't so bad after allâ
âOh yeah?â
Ragatha scoffed and poked her side, Pomni jumping away. Her confidence shattered at that and she responded more nervously.
âY-yeahâŚâ
Pomni was lucky Ragatha was all out of energy from the onslaught of tickles, but she can't help but feel like sheâd have to keep her guard up for when Ragatha regains her energy. Regardless though, they spent the rest of the day relaxing in each other's company. No matter whatever adventure gets thrown their way, maybe it doesn't really matter when they have each other. Maybe its worth it to have each other.
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Lee Ragatha is always and forever wanted especially when sheâs in a lee mood, (which is often). However, consider..Pomni in a ler moodâŚAs in, Pomni gets the irresistible urge to tickle someoneâŚand Ragatha is right thereâŚPomni canât help ittttt, Pomni canât help it she needs to see that smile and hear that laugh!
-âŚyouuuu donât need to knowâŚI never send any asks..ever..never..
moonnot
im a very huge contender for ler pomni tbh ..... i think she'd prefer being the ler thanks to her being touch averse .. and her knowing ragatha loves likes being tickled sometimes does funny things to her feelings and she sits there like oh my f[BOINK]ing god i need to tickle her so so bad.
she once lets it slip by mistake that she loves doing it and ragatha just kinda dies a little bit from gay