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Another great commission from @jettorii! Thank you so much for this incredible comic! You did a spledid job 😆🥰💖😍

OCs used: The Lanister Twins

another lovely commission for @gladdygirl18 !!!!! thank you soso much for the comic commission, loved the ocs n had vv fun writing the script for them >:]

#my ocs #commissioned art

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Thank u so so so very much @jettorii! I absolutely adore this 💖🥰😍

But yeah this is like an every week or so occurrence in the Laverre House 😅😂💖 Justin being a brat and Kent punishing him for it (as an older brother should😌)

OCs used: Kent & Justin

commission for @gladdygirl18 !!!! thank you sm for commissioning me to draw your ocs hehe they were an absolute pleasure to draw :]

#my ocs #commissioned art

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Funny OC Charts for my FE OCs

I've been seeing a few of these across Tumblr and wanted to try it out for some of my OCs

OFC, click for better quality

Also, below the cut are blank charts so you can use them on your OCs too

I found all of these on Pinterest, and there's a ton of them

I might start posting more of these later down the line until I get the motivation to draw again, so stay tuned!

#my ocs #fire emblem fanart #oc chart

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Favorite art from 2023

Saw a few other blogs do it and wanted to do the same!

Wish I drew more during 2023, but these are the few I'm really proud of! Again, sorry for the lack of posts for the remaining months of 2023 but school work and the lack of motivation to draw was devastating.

Here's to drawing more in 2024!

#gladdy draws #fanart #2023 art

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Fooled by a Snore - TickleTober2023 Day 29 (Wake Up!)

This is for the lovely and amazing @giggly-squiggily for helping me throughout my Fire Emblem OC phase! Hope you like it!

Summary: When Henry sees Ashton napping in a nearby flower field, he decides to give him a little wake-up call. However, it doesn't go as planned when Ashton turns the tables.

Word Count: 1578

"Welcome, Lady Allison," said Countess Melody with a bow, "And welcome to your sons. It is an honor to have House Leiado visit us."

It was early autumn, and House Leiado decided to visit House Galileus. Lady Allison Leiado and Countess Melody Galileus have been best friends since childhood, and they rarely ever get to see each other, so when Lady Allison found a window of time to visit her friend, she didn't hesitate to see her, and the Countess couldn't be happier. Lady Allison knew Hunter and Henry were good friends with Ashton, so she brought them along to catch up.

"Oh, Melly, no need to be so formal," Lady Allison said, waving a lazy hand, "We're childhood friends, are we not?"

The Countess looked up from her bow and grinned.

"That we are, Ally," she said, "Ashton is… somewhere around the castle. Your sons are more than welcome to search for him."

The Leiado Twins thanked the noblewoman before leaving their mother's side, the chipper voices of the two women fading as they walked away.

"So, where do you think ol' Ash is hiding?" Henry asked.

"Some place to not be disturbed by you." Hunter said, a smug grin growing.

Henry scoffed before flipping off his brother. As the brothers continued their mini search for the nobleman, Hunter yawned before leaning against a nearby pillar.

"This is getting boring," Hunter said as he straightened his posture, "You can go look for Ashton; I'm gonna go take a nap in the living room,"

"Aw, c'mon, bro," Henry whined, "Just a few more minutes?"

"Nope. Tell Ash I said hi when you find him."

The blue-haired nobleman turned on his heel and gave a lazy salute to his twin as he walked away. Henry sighed as he smoothed his hair back.

"Well, if you want something done, you gotta do it yourself." Henry muttered.

The orange-hair nobleman straightened his posture before continuing his search for the heir of House Galileus. When Henry took an unfamiliar turn, he stood before a beautiful garden, flowers of every rainbow's hue dancing in the delicate breeze, large hedges in the shape of pegasi, and a fountain in the middle. Henry smiled as he strolled through the castle garden, lightly caressing the cluster of flowers.

"Hunter is so missing out." Henry chuckled.

As Henry roamed the garden, he saw a small flower field with rolling hills and small yellow and pink flowers a few meters away. Lying in the flowers was House Galileus's heir, staring up at the clear blue sky. Henry grinned before jogging over to the other nobleman.

"Hey! Ash!" Henry called out.

The young heir glanced over at the sound of his name. When he saw Henry jogging over, he sighed.

"Well, there goes my peace and quiet…" he mumbled.

As Henry drew near, Ashton grinned as a devious idea came to mind. Shifting slightly, Ashton closed his eyes and remained still. When Henry was next to him, he saw that he was "sleeping."

"Ash?" Henry asked, lightly tapping the other's shoulder, "Ashton?"

Henry poked his cheek; no response.

"Ashton Cromwell Galileus!" Henry shouted.

Ashton bit the inside of his cheek, trying his hardest not to smile. Henry groaned before sitting beside the "sleeping" nobleman.

"Is he really out cold?" Henry asked aloud.

When Ashton heard that, he let out a few soft snores as he shifted in his "sleep." Henry chuckled as he glanced down at the "sleeping" nobleman, smirking when an idea came to mind. When Henry scooted closer to Ashton, he poked it. Giving what the orange-haired noble wanted, Ashton flinched a little. Henry grinned before poking his side again, trailing it over his belly. Ashton shifted in his "sleep" with a smile growing on his face.

"Wake up, Ash." Henry said in a sing-song voice.

Ashton chuckled before turning on his side, feeling his devious grin grow. Feeling impish, Henry chuckled as he straddled Ashton. Henry raised his hands and positioned them to the other noble's sides.

"Time for a little wake-up call." Henry said.

"I agree." Ashton said.

Henry's stomach flipped when he saw Ashton's piercing teal-green eyes staring at him.

"Hey, Hen." Ashton said.

Before Henry could react, Ashton grabbed the other's wrists and flipped them over. With little to no effort, Ashton was now straddling a very shocked and confused Henry.

"A-Ash!? You were awake this whole time?" Henry asked.

"Obviously," Ashton said, "What kind of fool do you take me for?"

When Henry tried to free his wrists, Ashton's grip tightened.

"So, what were you trying to do to wake me up?" Ashton asked, smirking at the fear in the other's ruby eyes.

"N-Nothing, I-I swear," Henry stammered, "W-Well, granted, you weren't asleep to begin with, so…"

"Really? Is that your excuse?"

Holding the other's wrist with one hand, Ashton placed his free hand on Henry's side, chuckling when the other jerked hard.

"You know retribution needs to happen, right, Leiado?" Ashton questioned.

"It really doesn't." Henry chuckled.

Ashton grinned before tweaking the other's side, making the orange-haired nobleman yelp.

"Oh, this is gonna be fun." Ashton chuckled.

Before Henry could protest, the younger nobleman was thrown into a fit of giggles as the other tickled his sides.

"Ahahahahash, nahahahaa!" Henry giggled, "Not fahahahair!"

"Oh, but it was fair when you did this to me, huh?" Ashton asked.

"I wahahahas only poking yohohohou! Not tihihihihickling yohohou!"

"But when you straddled me, is this not what you were going to do to me?"

Henry couldn't object to that, for it was true. Ashton hummed in satisfaction as he released the other's wrists to use both hands on Henry's sides. Henry squealed

"Hahahahahehehe! You're such a jeheheheheherk!" Henry giggled, "Stohohohohohop!"

"Oh, I'm the jerk? Is that right, Leiado?" Ashton asked.

When Ashton moved his hands to the other's hips, Henry gave a small buck as he tried to push away the other's hands.

"Nahahahaha! Ashtohohohohohon, plehehehease!" Henry cried.

"You know, this is sort of a wake-up call, for you, that is," Ashton said, "A wake-up call to remind you that you will never gain the upper hand against me,"

"Ohohohoho, you suhuhuhuhuck!"

"I beg your pardon?"

Ashton stilled his hands from squeezing the other's hips, watching with patient eyes as Henry panted slightly.

"I… Ihihi said… you suhuhuck…" Henry said, giggling slightly.

Ashton gave the orange-haired noble a playfully dangerous look as he leaned closer, their noses almost touching.

"You're dead, Leiado…" Ashton growled in the other's ear.

Before the other could protest, Henry let out a scream-like laugh as he kicked out his legs. Henry squirmed as he tried to push Ashton's hands out of his armpits.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA! AAAHAHAHAHASH!" Henry cried, "STAAHAHAHAP! NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

"Oh, not here?" Ashton asked, using two fingers to massage into the sensitive spot.

Henry let out a snort before dissolving into hysterical laughter.

"ASH, PLEHEHEHEHASE! STAAAAHAHAP!" Henry laughed.

"Take back what you said, and I will." Ashton said calmly.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAY! YOU DON'T SUHUHUHUHUCK! YOU DOHOHOHON'T SUHUHUHUHUCK!"

Ashton grinned and nodded before dropping his hands down to Henry's ribs, eliciting a snort and a wheeze from the orange-haired noble.

"YOU SAID YOU'D STAHAAAAAHAHAHAP! HEHEHEHAAHAHA!" Henry cried.

"Yeah, I'd stop tickling your armpits if you'd take back what you said," Ashton said, "Now, I'll stop if you apologize for bothering me."

Henry felt tears of mirth dotting the corners of his eyes as his laughter rang throughout the rolling fields.

"ASH, PLEHEHEHEEEEE!" Henry wheezed.

"Apologize, Leiado." Ashton said.

Henry snorted as he tried to grab the other's wrists, but Ashton's hands easily escaped his grip.

"If and when you apologize, I'll stop." Ashton said.

Ashton growled through his laughter as his legs drummed against the shamrock-colored grass, not wanting to give in to the heir's demands, but when Ashton hit a sensitive spot near the top rib, Henry lost it.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! I'M SAHAHAAAAA!" Henry cried, "I'M SOHOHORRYHYHYHY! SO VEHEHEHEHERY SOHOHOHORRHYHYHY!"

Ashton nodded before pulling his hands away, leaving a breathless Henry beneath him.

"Now you know better than to mess with me." Ashton said.

"Now I know… not to trust you… when you're sleeping." Henry panted.

The heir chuckled before climbing off the nobleman and helping him sit up.

"I will say that was pretty fun," Henry said, "I didn't know you could be so ruthless."

"Oh, believe me, I could be a lot worse," Ashton commented, "Just be lucky I didn't use my magic against you; I could've had you in tears in seconds."

The thought of Ashton's magic doing the tickling made Henry shudder and giggle.

"T-Thahat'd be interehehesting." Henry said.

Ashton chuckled before laying back on the grass and staring at the sky.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Henry said suddenly, "Hunter says hi,"

"Is he not here?" Ashton asked.

"He's here; he just got bored looking for you."

"Is that so?"

The heir sat up and gave the nobleman a knowing look.

"Well, why don't we pay him a visit and show him the error of his ways for not being as persistent as you," Ashton suggested.

"Now we're talking!" Henry said, a devious grin growing on his face, "He said he was gonna take a nap, so it looks like another wake-up call is needed."

"Indeed."

The two noblemen stood up before jogging back to the castle in search of Hunter. That boy has no idea what he's in for. Let's say when Henry and Ashton found him, Hunter had a very rude awakening.

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

[gladdyator18]

Magic Malfunction - TickleTober2023 Day 18 (Magic)

Summary: When practicing a new spell on a practice dummy, it ends up ricocheting and hitting Ashton. While it doesn't hurt him, it does have him writhing in ticklish agony.

Word Count: 1152

⚠️Warning⚠️: slight swearing

"Alright, let's try this again." Ashton said.

The young nobleman charged up a small amber-colored energy blast before firing it at a wooden dummy. When the blast exploded on impact, the particles left behind joined in a chain-like form and coiled around the wooden figure, constricting it before it snapped in two.

"Yes!" Ashton cheered.

It was early fall, and the heir to House Galileus was practicing a new spell a friend told him about. The young nobleman has been training for what felt like hours, unsuccessfully doing the spell. However, Ash was overjoyed to get the spell to do what was intended finally.

"So I only need to charge the blast for about five seconds before releasing it at my foe," Ashton said, "That's going to be tough in certain manners of combat when I need the spell right then and there."

The young nobleman hummed as teal-colored magic wafted from his hand.

"Maybe there's a way I can charge it quickly enough to have the same effects as before," Ashton thought aloud, "Let's give it a try!"

After repairing the wooden dummy with magic, Ashton stepped away from the figure and took a deep breath.

"Instead of charging the blast for five seconds, let's charge it for only three seconds." Ashton said.

The young heir raised his hand to the wooden dummy, and a small energy blast formed in the palm of his hand. After counting in his head, the heir sliced the air, releasing the energy blast. Instead of the energy blast being amber-colored, it was a blush pink. When the attack collided with the dummy, the wooden object rattled before deflecting the blast back at the young heir. Before Ashton could react, the energy blast hit the nobleman's chest, pushing him back a few inches. When Ashton inspected his body for any injuries, he sighed in relief.

"Okay, maybe I should just stick to the instructions and master this spell's basics before adding my own flair to it." Ashton said.

When Ashton dusted off his side, he let out a giggly yelp when he felt something light brush against his side.

"W-Whahat the hell is thihihis?" he questioned, giggles flowing from his lips.

When he glanced down at his side, he saw some blush pink particles bouncing around his side. Ashton covered his mouth to muffle the giggles that dared to spill.

"Ugh, dahahahammihihihit!" Ashton giggled, "Juhuhust what I neheheheeded!"

When he tried to swipe away the particles, they dodged his hand before slithering up to his ribs, causing the young nobleman to giggle softly.

"No, no! Hahahaha!" Ashton giggled, "Stohohohop!"

Ashton staggered as the particles buzzed and nuzzled against his ribs.

"Why ihihihis my mahahagic tihihihickling mehehehe?!" Ashton questioned, "This wahahahasn't suppohohohosed to hahahahappen!"

The young heir staggered back into a wall before slumping down and giggling his head off. The unbearable buzzing on his ribs made him fall to his side as he tried to cover the spot that was getting attacked.

"Stop, stohohohohop!" Ashton pleaded, "Nahahahaha! Hahahahehehe!"

When Ashton tried to swipe away the magic again, the blush pink particles slithered past his hand before nuzzling into his armpit, causing Ashton's giggles to escalate in volume.

"Not thehehehehere!" Ashton cried, "Why does thihihihis tihihickle so bahahahahad!?"

Ashton tried to cover his armpit but regretted it once he felt the particles nuzzle deeper into that spot, causing him to squeal.

"Bad idea, bad idehehehehea!" Ashton giggled.

Ashton growled through his giggles before raising his free hand. When he snapped his fingers, the tickling came to a halt. Ashton panted as he sat up, dusting off his outfit.

"Thahat… was somethihihihing…" Ashton panted.

However, his moment of rest was short-lived. When Ashton prepared to stand, Ashton squealed before dropping to all fours and letting out airy laughter.

"NAHAHAHAHA! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Ashton cried.

The particles migrated from the nobleman's armpit and retreated to his biceps, a few inches away from his armpit. Somehow, the particles morphed into a small sheet of transparent magic, wrapping around the heir's bicep, vibrating lightly to send the nobleman into hysterics.

"AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! GET OHOHOHOHOFF!" Ashton cried, trying to scrape away the magic sheet.

When he did this, the magic sheet spread further up the nobleman's body, encasing his entire arm up to his neck in tickly magic. To any passerby, the magic looked like Ashton was wearing a piece of translucent armor that only covered his arm and shoulder. When Ashton felt the same buzzing feeling on his shoulder blades, he lost it.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NAHAHAHAHAHAA!" Ashton cried, rolling around on the ground, "MAKE IT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"

The young heir writhed in ticklish agony, trying to scrape away the magic sheet and cease the tickling. Ashton pounded at the ground in ticklish agony, knowing that won't do anything to stop the constant buzzing on his body.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE! AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ashton laughed, "SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHEHELP!"

Ashton didn't want to risk trying to snap away the magic again, fearing it would result in something worse than this, so he resorted to calling for help.

"HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!" Ashton cried, "I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!"

A few seconds later, a young mage came running into the training grounds with a tome in hand.

"Young Master Ashton!" she said, "Is everything-"

When she noticed the young heir laughing, her demeanor changed, and her worry disappeared. Ashton glanced at her with tears of mirth in his eyes.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHASE! GET RID OF THE MAHAHAHAHAGIHIHIHIHIC!" he pleaded, "IT'S TIHIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!"

The young mage found herself chuckling. When she raised a hand towards the young nobleman, the translucent magic sheet disappeared, leaving Ashton to pant like a dog.

"Are you alright, Young Master?" the mage asked, kneeling beside him.

Ashton panted as he nodded to the mage. As the mage helped him stand, Ashton dusted off his clothes and sighed.

"If you do not mind me asking, how did you get yourself in such a… precarious situation?" the mage asked with a chuckle.

The young nobleman took a minute to catch his breath before answering.

"I was trying to learn a new spell, but it backfired on me," Ashton confessed, "I didn't know magic could… tickle someone."

"Magic can do just about anything, Young Master," the mage said, "If you would like, I would be more than happy to assist you in mastering the spell."

Ashton's head perked up to the offer, and he smiled.

"I would greatly appreciate that, thank you." Ashton said.

After Ashton gave the young mage a rundown of how the spell was supposed to go, the mage started tutoring the young heir, and in an hour, Ashton mastered the spell. He thanked the mage for tutoring and saving him from his tickly situation. He practically begged her not to say a word about what she saw, and the mage obliged, but the sight of the young heir smiling and laughing without a care in the world will forever remain rent-free in her mind.

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

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The Hand of a Gardener - TickleTober2023 Day 16 (Unusual Spot)

Summary: After Hunter earns some cuts from tending to a rose bush, Henry is determined to help treat his brother's wounds. However, Henry finds out something very interesting about his brother while tending to his wounds.

Word Count: 1998

Okay, let's get one thing straight: Hunter, heir to House Leiado, is probably the quietest nobleman you will ever meet. He's the type that only speaks if he's spoken to. He's very respectful to those he meets and knows how to hold his own in a battle. However, when Hunter's not out for work or in the heat of battle, you can find House Leiado's heir tending to the flowers in the castle's greenhouse.

It's a hobby he inherited from his father. When Hunter was younger, he often aided his father in tending the plants, a pastime he always enjoyed. Now that his father is growing old, Hunter tends to the plants on his own. He finds such hobby very therapeutic, saying it helps him clear his mind whenever the stress of becoming the next Lord of House Leiado gets too much. However, such an action comes with a price. In addition to his calloused hands from battle, Hunter has cuts all over his hands, arms, and legs. This is because thorns catch him by surprise when tending to certain plants. Hunter is always cautious when tending to the vegetation in the greenhouse, but he doesn't know where half of the cuts came from. Henry, Hunter's overly-energized and hyperactive twin, always tries to help his brother when tending to his wounds, but Hunter always says, "I can do it myself." However, Henry was determined to treat his brother post-greenhouse tending this time.

It was a warm summer morning, and Hunter was in the greenhouse, tending to a bush that started to overgrow, specifically a rose bush. While Hnuter snipped away at some of the branches on a rose bush, he winced in pain when his hand got too close. A stray thorn sliced the back of the young man's hand, causing a thin red line to surface. Shaking off the pain, Hunter continued to prune the rose bush, carefully avoiding snipping off the flowers. For the next few minutes, Hunter would wince or groan in pain when a thorn unexpectedly cut him. When Hunter finished pruning, his hands and wrists had thin red lines, some leaking with blood. Hunter sighed before going over to the small spring in the greenhouse and dipping his cut-up hands in the cerulean water. The heir winced as the cool water lapped at the open cuts. When he pulled them out of the water, some pain was gone, but the red lines remained.

"Time to wrap these up again." Hunter muttered.

Shaking out his hands, the young man walked out of the greenhouse and back into the small castle to his room. As he walked through the hallway, Hunter bit his lip as a cool draft brushed against his hands, sending small waves of pain. When Hunter reached his room, he opened the door and was shocked to see Henry sitting on his bed with a small box beside him.

"I was wondering when you'd get back, Ocean Locks," Henry said, smirking at the name he called his brother, "Did you get cut up again?"

"I did," Hunter deadpanned, "But I don't need your help, Carrottop."

Henry chuckled at the nickname.

"Come on, Hunt, please?" Henry asked, "I promise I'll be careful."

"Henry, for the last time, I don't need your help," Hunter said, "I can do it myself."

The twins were at a stalemate. Before Hunter could leave, Henry held out his hand and used some magic to stop his brother.

"I insist." Henry said, dragging his brother over to the bed.

When the orange-haired twin made the other sit on the bed, he released him from his magic. Hunter sighed, reluctantly accepting his brother's assistance. Seeing his brother's compliant face, he grinned before opening the small medical box.

"Now, let me see your hand." Henry said.

Hunter sighed heavily before holding out one of his scarred hands, the thin red lines slowly becoming deeper in color as blood made its way from the pale hand. Henry winced as he admired his brother's hand.

"Let me guess," Henry began, "Pruning a rose bush?"

Hunter only nodded. Henry let out a dramatic sigh as he dipped the tip of a cloth in rubbing alcohol.

"You've gotta start wearing gloves when pruning that thing, Ocean Locks." Henry said, gently taking his brother's hand.

Hunter winced and flinched hard when the other patted a cut on his hand.

"Gentle," Hunter scolded, "The wounds are still fresh."

"My bad." Henry said.

Hunter relaxed as he opened his hand again. Henry took a deep breath before gently dabbing the cloth along the red lines. Hunter winced a bit but didn't flinch away. When that hand was clean, Hunter presented the other scarred hand to his brother. Henry grasped his brother's hand in a firm yet gentle grip as he patted the other's scars. Hunter grew used to the stinging and stayed still.

"Perfect," Henry said, "Now that the wounds are disinfected, we can clean them up."

Hunter felt himself swallow a lump in his throat. When Henry took out a clean, white cloth, he took his brother's hand and gently swiped it over a scar. The blue-haired teen flinched and covered his mouth, not wanting his brother to see the growing grin.

"Oh, sorry, Hunter," Henry said, "I'll be gentler."

When Henry slowly swiped over the same scar, Hunter turned away from the orange-haired twin and snickered. Henry glanced at the other and quirked a curious brow.

"You okay over there, Hunter?" Henry asked.

"Y-Yeahaha, I'm fihihihine." Hunter said, letting a giggle slip.

The pieces gradually came together in the orange-haired twin's head, causing him to chuckle.

"Ohh, I get it now," Henry said, halting his hand.

"W-What do you mean by that?" Hunter asked, growing concerned.

"It only means that I have to be extra gentle when cleaning your wounds."

Something in Henry's voice made the other shiver. When Hunter tried to remove his hand from his brother's grasp, he found out he couldn't move it. He glanced down and saw that Henry had immobilized his hand with magic.

"I can't have you moving around when I tend to your wounds, Ocean Locks," Henry said, "I won't be able to clean them properly if you move them."

"H-Henry, let my hand go." Hunter said, reaching over to free his hand.

When Hunter did that, Henry quickly immobilized his other hand with magic.

"Now, which hand should we tend to first?" Henry asked aloud.

Hunter tried to move his hands, but they were stuck in midair. Henry picked up the clean cloth and dragged it along the other's scars. Hunter snickered as he tried to squirm away.

"H-Henryhyhyhyhy! Nohohohoho!" Hunter giggled, "Stop thahahahat!"

"What are you talking about, dear brother?" Henry asked, feigning ignorance, "I have to tend to your wounds. What are you laughing for?"

"It tihihihihickles!"

Henry felt his grin grow more impish.

"Oh, does it now?" Henry asked, "Well, this is quite the unusual tickle spot, wouldn't you agree?"

"Henry, stohohohop!" Hunter giggled, "Lemme gohohohoho!"

"But I still have to tend to your wounds, so stop complaining and let me work my medicinal magic."

When Henry swiped over another scar, Hunter squealed and tugged at his trapped wrists.

"Ahahahaha! Stahahahap!" Hunter giggled, "It reheheheally tihihihihickles! Hahahaha!"

"Well, it's not my fault you have ticklish hands, now is it?" Henry asked.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup! Just stohohohop alreadyhyhyhy!"

Henry chuckled and shook his head. While Henry was tickling his twin, he really was cleaning his wounds and making sure no more blood was seeping through the cuts. Hunter giggled his head off as Henry continued swiping the soft cloth over his twin's hand.

"Plehehehease! Henryhyhyhyhy!" Hunter giggled as he tugged on his trapped hands, "It tihihickles sohoho bahahahahahad!"

"Haha, don't worry, Hunter," Henry chuckled, "I'm done."

When Henry stopped, Hunter took in the much-needed air.

"Thank… thahahank yohou…" Hunter panted.

"Well, I mean," Henry began, "I'm done with your right hand."

Hunter felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

"Henry, don't!" Hunter cried.

The orange-haired twin only grinned before swiping the cloth across the other's left hand, sending Hunter into a frenzy of giggles.

"You're suhuhuch a jeheheherk!" Hunter giggled, "No mohohohore, plehehehease!"

"But I've only just begun, Hunter," Henry said, "And if you know me, once I start, I can't be stopped."

Hunter wished he could slap that smug look off his twin's face, but his hands were still trapped. Henry gently rubbed the cloth across the other's palm, making the light, feathery sensation unbearable for Hunter.

"Henry, plehehehehase!" Hunter cried, tugging at his trapped hands, "Make it stahahahahap!"

"Don't worry, Ocean Locks," Henry said, "I'm almost finished."

"Well, huhuhuhuhurry uhuhuhp! Hehehehahaha!"

Henry chuckled as he continued to clean the wounds. When Henry finished, the blood stopped seeping through the cuts.

"There, all finished." Henry said, putting away the cloth.

Hunter panted slightly as residual giggles flowed from his lips.

"Are… are you done?" Hunter asked.

When Henry didn't answer, Hunter grew nervous.

"Henry, you're done, right?" Hunter asked.

"Well, yeah, but…" Henry began, "I've just gotta know."

When Hunter tried to free his hands, Henry started lightly scribbling his fingers across the other's palms, throwing the other twin into a frenzy of laughter.

"HENRYHYHYHYHY! NAHAHAHAHA!" Hunter cried, "YOU JEHEHEHERK! AAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHOHOP!"

"This is such a peculiar spot," Henry said, "I've never known anyone with ticklish hands, let alone palms. It's cute, Ocean Locks, and so is your laugh."

Hunter felt his cheeks grow hot at his brother's teasing, causing tiny squeaks to surface every time he took a breath to laugh, making him sound like a squeaky toy.

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!" Hunter laughed, "HENRY, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAN'T!"

"Can't what, Hunt?" Henry asked, "Can't take the teasing or can't take the tickling?"

"BOHOHOHOHOTH!"

Henry scoffed and rolled his eyes as he dragged his dull nails lightly along his twin's hands like a feather, making the other throw his head back with laughter.

"HENRYHYHYHYHY! AAHAHAHAHAA!" Hunter laughed, "LEMME GO, LEHEHEHEMMEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOO!"

"Haha, is it that bad, brother?" Henry asked, lightly dragging his fingers from the other's wrists to his fingers.

Hunter would've fallen back on his bed with laughter if Henry's magic hadn't kept him in place. The blue-haired twin let out a slight wheeze as tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"HENRY, PLEHEHEHEASE!" Hunter cried, "I CAN'T TAHAHAHAKE IT! ENOHOHOHOUGH!"

Seeing his brother growing tired, Henry stopped, leaving his twin breathless.

"You alright?" Henry asked, chuckling at his brother's flustered and giggly state.

"You… are an absolute… jerk…" Hunter panted.

Henry smiled and pushed back his carrot-orange hair.

"So I've been told." he said.

Before Henry released the other from his magic, he reached into the first-aid box and pulled out a bandage roll. Henry then wrapped the bandage around Hunter's hands, ensuring he didn't accidentally tickle him.

"There, all done." Henry said, snapping away the magic.

When he was free, Hunter sighed and gently rubbed his hands, still feeling the feathery sensation from earlier.

"Feel better?" Henry asked genuinely.

Hunter glanced at his brother and sighed.

"Minus the tickling, I do feel better," Hunter said, "Thanks, Carrottop."

"My pleasure!" Henry said with a bright smile.

The smile from his twin made Hunter grin.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Henry asked, setting aside the medical box.

Hunter looked down at his bandaged hands and flexed his fingers, curling and uncurling them repeatedly. When he felt no pain, the blue-haired twin glanced at his brother with mischief in his eyes and a sinister grin growing on his face.

"Payback." Hunter said.

Before the other twin could protest, Henry was thrown into a fit of laughter, with Hunter laughing along. At first, Hunter was skeptical about his brother's ability to tend to wounds, but he didn't want him to treat them because his hands were way too ticklish to be treated. He can handle getting his hands cut by thorns but can't take getting them touched by the gentlest touch. How ironic is that?

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

[gladdyator18]

A Gentle Reminder - TickleTober2023 Day 15 (Tickle Fight)

Summary: At times, Cedric feels like he's losing his brother more and more to the prophecy, but Cecil gives his twin a little reminder that he's still his playful brother from years ago.

Word Count: 2968

⚠️Warning⚠️: slight swearing

Do you have a brother or sister you used to get along with so well, but after some recent events, the two of you drifted apart? That's basically the Lanister Twins' case, Cecil and Cedric. Though they are twins, Cedric is the younger twin, and Cecil is the older twin. As kids, they were inseparable. They were always training together, playing together, and doing everything as twins should. However, the twins were separated when the prophecy swept the land, and Cecil was the prophesied child. Their parents raised them separately since Cedric would be House Lanister's leader and Cecil was destined to be king. Because of this separation, the twins grew distant. In Cedric's words, Cecil used to be so kind and loving, but after being apart for so long, his heart hardened, and his once warm gaze turned cold. Cedric's once kind words were filled with malice; they used to encourage and tease, but now they cut and disheartening. There was a point in time when Cedric questioned if the person he grew up with was even his brother anymore. Thankfully, from time to time, Cedric was reminded that Cecil was still his loving brother behind that cold facade.

It was a late summer afternoon, and Count Oliver and Countess Teressa were out having a meeting with the royal family, leaving the twins on their own at the manor. The twins were on opposite sides of the large house doing their own thing; Cedric played piano in the music room, and Cecil was at the training grounds honing his sword skills. They didn't know when their parents would return, considering they would probably spew insults at the royal family to prolong the meeting.

Cedric sighed as his fingers waltzed across the grand piano, creating beautiful melodies. However, he stopped when he was in the middle of the chorus. The younger twin glanced out the large window beside him, watching the different flowers sway in the breeze.

"I wonder what Cecil is up to." Cedric said to himself.

The younger twin closed the piano's cover before standing up and leaving the music room. As Cedric walked down the hall, he came across one of the maids who aided Cecil.

"Pardon me." he said.

The maid turned around and bowed to the young nobleman.

"Young Master Cedric," she said, "What can I help you with?"

"Do you know where Cecil is?" Cedric asked.

"Certainly. He is at the training grounds, though he wishes not to be disturbed."

Cedric hummed in response and nodded.

"Thank you," Cedric said as he walked away.

"W-Wait! Young Master Cedric!" the maid called out, "He truly does not want to be disturbed!"

"He says that but never truly means it."

The maid winced as she watched the younger twin walk away. When Cedric arrived at the training grounds, he heard fierce grunting and wood clashing together. Cedric peered around the corner and saw his brother slashing a wooden dummy with a long wooden sword. Cedric found himself smiling as he stepped further into the training grounds. When Cecil heard a faint noise, he quickly whipped around with a powerful swing. Cedric gasped before holding out his hand and stopping the sword with magic. Cecil breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was his twin.

"Cedric, what are you doing here?" Cecil asked, lowering the wooden weapon.

"I came to see how you were," Cedric said, "Clearly, you are fine."

Cedric chuckled as Cecil rolled his eyes. The older twin turned around and started slashing the wooden dummy once more. Cedric watched as his brother gracefully slashed the dummy, panting slightly as he maneuvered around it as if it were a real person. Cecil glanced over at the wooded weapons and picked up a wooden sword. He walked over to another wooded dummy before he started slashing it. The older twin turned to his side at the new sound and watched the other swing the sword against the wooden opponent.

"What are you doing?" Cecil asked.

"Training with you," Cecil grunted slightly, "A knight's mind must be as sharp as his blade."

"What made you think I wanted you to train with me?"

What the other said made Cedric stop mid-swing.

"W-What do you mean?" Cedric asked, "We used to train together all the time when we were younger."

"And now we are older," Cecil said, "Besides, you specialize in magic, not swords. It would be useless training with me if using a blade is not your ideal weapon."

Cecil gripped the wooden sword before he continued.

"Refrain from wasting your breath on things that will not help you grow, especially since you are to be the head of House Lanister," he said, "You should know this by now."

The older twin returned to slashing the wooden dummy as if his words didn't cut Cedric deeper than any blade. The younger twin inhaled sharply before dropping the wooden sword and storming out of the training ground, tears stinging his eyes.

"Why would he say that?" Cedric asked himself, "It is just not like him..."

The younger twin ignored the maids and butlers, who asked if he was alright on his way to his room. When Cedric reached his room, he closed the door behind him and flopped onto his bed, sobbing into his pillow. At the training grounds, Cecil continued to cut the wooden opponent before him. His features darkened as he recalled what he said to his brother.

"What made you think I wanted you to train with me? Refrain from wasting your breath on things that will not help you grow, especially since you are to be the head of House Lanister. You should know this by now."

The older twin growled before swinging near the dummy's head, the force strong enough to cut off the wooden dummy's head and snap the wooden blade in half. Cecil panted as he gripped the wooded hilt.

"Such an idiot," Cecil mumbled, "Why did I say that? Why did I... push him away...?"

The older twin dropped the broken training weapon before leaving the training grounds. When he walked by some of the maids, he stopped.

"Where is Cedric?" he asked, trying to calm the upset in his voice.

"He is in his room." one of the maids said.

"He seemed rather upset," said the other maid, "Is everything alright?"

All Cecil did was nod before walking away from the two maids. When Cecil reached his brother's room, he sighed before knocking on the door. Cedric looked up from his pillow and groaned before turning on his side, his back facing the door.

"Cedric, please let me in." Cecil said.

When he heard his brother's voice, the younger twin sighed as he raised a hand to the door and used his magic to open it. Cecil walked in and furrowed his brows when he saw his brother.

"Cedric," Cecil said, shutting the door behind him, "Are you-"

When he heard his brother sniffle, the older twin's heart ached.

"Were you... crying?" Cecil asked.

"N-No, I was not..." Cedric said, feeling another wave of tears well again.

The older twin frowned before going over to his brother and sitting on his bed. A beat of silence fell between the brothers; neither moved nor said a word for what felt like hours.

"I am sorry for saying those things to you," Cecil finally said, "I did not mean it."

"Then why did you say it then?" Cedric asked, his voice a bit shaky.

Cecil turned his gaze to the dark oak floor and sighed.

"You know I am only hard on you since you are going to be head of House Lanister one day," Cecil said, "But I know that is not an acceptable answer."

"I do not even want to be head of this house," Cedric said, his voice raising slightly, "I want to serve the royal family."

Cecil sighed as he listened to his twin.

"You know the royals hate our family, so you attempting to work for them is nothing but a dream." Cecil said.

"The royals do not hate us," Cedric countered as he sat up, "We hate the royals... well, you, Mother, and Father, anyway..."

Cecil glanced at his brother and frowned.

"Ever since we found out you were the prophesied child, you... changed," Cedric said, "You used to be so nice and kind, but... now, you are the complete opposite."

Cedric wiped away a tear that streamed down his cheek.

"We used to play together all the time, but now, it is like you want nothing to do with me," Cedric said, his voice breaking, "I... I feel like... I do not even know you anymore..."

What Cedric said broke Cecil's heart. What the younger twin said was true; he had changed after discovering he was the prophesied child. Cecil hadn't realized how much he had changed after he and Cedric were separated. He hated how much his twin was hurting right now, and to make it worse, he was the cause of this hurt. He had to make this right, but how?

When Cecil didn't say anything after that, Cedric sighed before lying down again, tears flowing through his closed eyes. As Cecil thought back to what the other had said, an idea came to mind, and the older twin found himself smiling. Cecil removed his long black gloves and flexed his fingers, groaning softly since they had stiffened from training. He glanced at his twin and grinned when he wasn't paying attention. Cecil suppressed a chuckle as he hovered his hands over the younger twin. Then, the prophesied child pounced, dancing his fingers all over Cedric's side. The younger twin yelped before turning on his back and giggling madly.

"C-Cecihihihihihil! Nohohoho!" Cedric giggled, "W-Whahahat are yohohou dohohohoing!?"

"Reminding you that I am still the brother I was all those years ago," Cecil said, "You said it yourself; we used to play together all the time, and this is one of the things we used to do. Is it not?"

Cedric rolled around on his bed, trying to evade his brother's fingers. When Cedric was on his back, Cecil quickly straddled him before digging into his brother's sides, causing Cedric to give a small buck.

"Cecihihihihil! Enohohohough!" Cedric giggled, "This is nohohot funnyhyhyhyhyhy!"

"Really? Then why are you laughing?" Cecil asked.

"Becahahahause you are tihihihickling mehehehe! Stohohohop!"

Cecil gave his twin a smug smirk.

"I had no idea I was doing such a thing," Cecil commented, "How is it?"

"Hahahaha! I'll show yohohohou!" Cedric proclaimed.

When Cedric shot his hands at his brother's side, Cecil tensed his muscles and giggled slightly.

"C-Cedrihihic, don't!" Cecil said.

Cedric chuckled before flipping them other; now, Cedric was on top of Cecil.

"Let's see how you like it!" Cedric proclaimed.

The younger twin started digging into Cecil's ribs, causing the older twin to giggle madly.

"Cedrihihihic! Stohohohop!" Cecil cried.

"Now, why would I do that?" Cecil asked, feigning innocence, "Does it tickle, brother?"

"You know dahahahamn well it dohohohoes!"

"Really? I had no idea."

Cedric chuckled as he reduced his twin to a giggly mess.

"Now, what was that spot that always got you when we were kids?" Cecil thought aloud, "Ah! I remember! It was right around... here!"

The younger twin punctuated his words when he started squeezing the sides of Cecil's stomach, causing the older twin to produce louder giggles that were richly deep.

"Cedrihihihihic! Dammit, stohohohop!" Cecil cried, "Ahahahaha! That is sohohoho bahahad!"

"Figured as much," Cedric chuckled, "Look at how much you are laughing, brother; it is adorable!"

"Ohohoho, that is ihihihihit!"

With a burst of energy, Cecil managed to grab his brother's wrists and stop the tickling. Cedric giggled as he tried to get his wrists free.

"Cecil, let go!" Cedric giggled.

"As if," Cecil retorted with a grunt, "You must have forgotten, dear brother."

After he said that, Cecil quickly turned the tables on Cedric, sitting on his legs and pinning his wrists beside his head.

"I am much stronger than you, physically, anyway." Cecil said with a slight pant.

Before Cedric could protest, his words were turned into wild giggles when Cecil used one hand to squeeze his knee.

"Nahahaha! Cehehehecihihihil!" Cedric cried, "Yohohohohou bruhuhuhute! Nahahahahat thehehehehere!"

"Huh, and here I thought you had grown out of being ticklish here," Cecil said, leaning in to savor his twin's laughter, "Tell me, Cedric, how does it feel when I do this?"

Cedric let out a squeal when Cecil started scratching behind his knees.

"EEEEHEHEHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAAA CECIHIHIL!" Cedric cried, kicking out his leg, "STAHAHAHAP!"

"You are quite ticklish there indeed, brother," Cecil chuckled, "Oh, how I have missed that laugh of yours."

Cedric tried to push against his brother's chest, but he wouldn't budge.

"CECIHIHIHIHIL, PLEHEHEHEHASE!" Cedric laughed, "THAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

"Well, that is the whole point, Cedric," Cecil said, "And I am not stopping until you admit that I win."

Cedric growled through his laughter as he reached out and tweaked his brother's side. The older twin jerked to the side, shifting some of his weight off the other, allowing Cedric to dislodge his trapped wrist and use both hands to attack his brother's sides. The older twin let out soft, deep giggles as he tried to fight off his twin's hands.

"Aahahahaha! Cedrihihihic!" Cecil giggled, "Stohohohohop ihihihihit!"

"No way! Not until you admit defeat!" Cedric giggled.

Cedric quickly got from under the other before sneaking behind him and digging into ribs again, causing the older twin to try and shake off the other's hands.

"Cedrihihihihihic! Ahahahaha!" Cecil giggled, "Enohohohohohough!"

"Only if you admit defeat!" Cedric said.

When Cedric dropped his hands to Cecil's lower back, the older twin lost it. Deep, handsome laughter spilled from his lips.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! WAHAHAHAHAHAAAAIT!" Cecil cried before falling onto his side, "HEHEHAHAHAA! CEDRIHIHIHIHIHIC!"

Cedric chuckled before sitting on his twin's waist and massaging his thumbs into the other's lower back, making Cecil howl with laughter.

"CEDRIC, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! MAKE IT STAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Cecil cried.

"Are you going to admit defeat?" Cedric asked.

"LIKE HEHEHEHEHELL I WOHOHOHOHOULD!"

"Very well, then."

Cedric then moved a hand down to squeeze the other's thigh, eliciting deep belly laughs from the older twin. Cecil could barely speak as he laughed and pounded his fists into the bed in ticklish agony.

"CEDRIHIHIHIHIC! AAHAHAHAHAAA!" Cecil laughed.

"Say that I win!" Cedric laughed.

Cecil growled through his laughter as he reached behind him and grabbed the younger twin's wrists. Cecil panted as he struggled to keep his grip on the other.

"Let go, Cecil!" Cedric laughed.

"Over my dead body." Cecil said.

With enough force, Cecil was able to knock Cedric off him. Before the younger twin could get up, the older twin sat on his back and held down his shoulders.

"Get off me, Cecil!" Cedric proclaimed.

"Not until you admit defeat, Cedric." Cecil retorted.

Before the younger twin could protest, loud, adorable laughter replaced his words when he felt two hands claw at his armpits.

"AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!" Cedric cried, "NOT THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!"

The younger twin pressed his arms to his sides, which only worsened the buzzing sensation. Cedric slammed his legs against the bed as his laughter muffled in the pearl white bedsheets.

"DAMMIHIHIHIHIT! AHAHAHAHAAA!" Cedric laughed, "CECIHIHIHIHIL, PLEHEHEHEHASE! ENOHOHOHOHOHOUGH!"

"Until you admit defeat, Cedric, I am not stopping." Cecil deadpanned.

Cedric howled with laughter as he tried to squirm away from his brother, but the older twin wasn't budging. But in all honesty, Cedric didn't mind this. He missed this; he missed his twin. This is how they used to act as kids and to be acting as kids now made Cedric so happy. His own thoughts were interrupted when he heard himself squeal.

"CEHEHEHCIHIHIHIL! STAAAHAHAHAHAA!" Cedric wheezed, "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAAHAHAHAN'T!"

Cecil stilled his fingers against his brother's armpits, allowing the younger twin to catch his breath. The older twin couldn't help but chuckle at the other's state.

"So, do you yield, Cedric?" Cecil asked, twitching his fingers.

The younger twin let out a giggly yelp and nodded.

"Yehehehes, yes! I yihihihield!" Cedric giggled, "No... nohoho mohohore..."

Cecil smiled and pulled away his hands as he got off the other's back. Cedric's once-styled lavender hair was now glued to his face.

"Are you alright, Cedric?" Cecil asked, sitting cross-legged beside the other.

Cedric sighed before sitting up and nodded.

"Much better than I was before," Cedric said, "Thank you, Cecil. That was fun."

The older twin scoffed with a smile.

"Only because you got to tickle me in return?" Cecil deadpanned with a grin.

"Not just that," Cedric chuckled, "Being able to play like this again helped me know that there is still some of that lovable kid in there."

Cedric emphasized his point by placing a finger on the older twin's chest. Cecil smiled and gently grasped his brother's hand. He then yanked the other into his chest and embraced him.

"I love you, Cedric." Cecil said sincerley.

What the older twin said made the other tear up. He let out a small sob before hugging his brother tightly.

"I love you, too, Cecil." Cedric said.

The brothers held each other in a peaceful silence. At the door, some maids and butlers peeked their heads through as they watched the heartwarming scene play out.

"How touching." said one of the butlers as he dried his eyes.

"Very touching indeed." said a maid.

"It is nice to see those two get along again." said another maid.

The other maids and butlers agreed. The manor's help smiled before leaving the twins alone. As Cedric buried his face into his brother's chest, he smiled.

"Thank you for the reminder, Cecil," Cedric thought, "No matter what becomes of us, you are still my brother. You are as you have always been..."

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

[gladdyator18]

Playtime During Grooming Time - TickleTober2023 Day 14 (Soft)

Summary: While Emery is trying to groom his pegasus, his winged friend wants to continue playing and finds a way to do just that while Emery is grooming her.

Word Count: 993

They say owning a horse is a lot of responsibility. Feeding it, grooming it, ensuring it gets enough exercise, and the like. However, when it comes to owning a pegasus, those responsibilities are the same, but just three times more complicated because you're not just taking care of a horse; instead, a horse with wings. Emery was one of many blessed but also burdened with those responsibilities.

"Come on, Axerria," Emery said, "Let's get you cleaned."

The pure white pegasus snorted as it followed the young man to the stables. Emery and Axerria were out taking a fly as they do every morning, and unbeknownst to the rider, Axerria had landed in a mud puddle, covering both of them with mud. Emery didn't mind getting dirty; it was normal when flying on a pegasus, but Axerria loved getting messy for whatever reason. Now, Emery was left with muddy armor and undergarments. After taking off his thin armor, he hung it on a nearby rack and sighed as he glanced at his muddy pegasus.

"Alright, Axerria, let's get you clean." Emery said, picking up a water bucket.

Emery didn't waste any time dumping the soapy water onto his pegasus. The winged horse snorted as it shook out her mane and wings, splashing Emery. The young man chuckled as he shielded himself from the water.

"Easy, girl!" Emery chuckled.

The young man picked up a wet rag before using it on the muddy spots on his pegasus. Axerria let out a content grunt as she leaned into her owner's touch. As Emery cleaned her, the pegasus turned to her owner and affectionately nuzzled her nose into Emery's side. The young man jumped with a squeal before shuffling away. Axerria tilted her head quizzically before she made the motion again, only this time, Emery breathed out a small giggle.

"E-Eheheheasy, Axerria," Emery chuckled, "I'm ticklihihihish."

Emery shouldn't have said that. His pegasus is known to be playful and sometimes mischievous, and now that she knows what she did tickled him, all hell was about to break loose. Axerria snorted before burying her muzzle into Emery's side, causing the young man to giggle softly.

"Axerriahahahaha! Cut it ohohohout!" Emery laughed, "I-I'm trying to grohohohohoom yohohohohou!"

The pegasus whinnied with a smile, not ceasing the tickling. Since Emery had on a loose, thin shirt, it did very little to protect him from his mischievous pegasus.

"Come ohohohohon, girl!" Emery giggled, "I neheheheed to get you clehehehehean! I cahahahan't if you're tihihihicklihihing mehehe!"

Axerria snorted before coming up with a sneaky idea. The pegasus shook out her wings and glided the feathers up and down Emery's other side. The young man jumped at the touch, and his giggles went up an octave.

"Yohohohou lihihihittle sneheheheheak! Ahahahehehehehehe!" Emery giggled, "Stohohohop! Axerria, thahahahat tihihihihickles!"

The pegasus neighed and continued her playful torment. Emery giggled madly, trying to protect his sides from his naughty friend. He tried to push away Axerria's head, but it wasn't going anywhere.

"Axerriahahahaha, plehehehase!" Emery giggled, "Hahahahaha! Let me grohohohohoom yohohou! That way, I cahahahahan clehehean mysehehehelf!"

The pegasus snorted and shook her head, surprising the young man.

"Whahahahat do you mehehan nohohohoho!?" Emery questioned, "It rehehehally tihihihickles!"

The winged horse's muzzle soon found a way to Emery's ribs, and the young man's giggles increased in volume.

"Nohohohoho! Bahahad pegasuhuhuhuhus!" Emery said half-heartedly, "Stop tihihihickling mehehehe!"

The pegasus whinnied again as she started gliding her wing up to his other rib, making Emery's knees hit the ground, sliding away from his pegasus's tickle attack.

"Okay, thahahat… was torture…" Emery panted.

However, Axerria wasn't done with him just yet. The pegasus kneeled before nuzzling her muzzle into Emery's neck, causing the young man to squeal and laugh.

"AHAHAXERRIAHAHA, NOHOHOHO!" Emery laughed, "NOT THEHEHERE! AHAHAHEHEHE!"

The winged horse smiled as she breathed softly through her nose against her owner's neck, making him fall back into her and laugh.

"COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Emery cried, "JUST LET MEHEHEHEHE- AHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHA! GROHOHOHOHOOM YOHOHOHOU!"

Axerria whinnied again before adding her wing into the mix. When her feathers brushed over Emery's neck, he felt a tickly shiver run down his spine as he squealed.

"EEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAA! WHY AHAHAHARE YOUR WINGS SO SOHOHOHOFT!?" Emery questioned, "IT'S AHAHAHAWFUHUHUL!"

The pegasus smiled as she playfully tormented her owner, watching him squirm and laugh adorably.

"NAHAHAHA! THAT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!" Emery laughed, "AXERRIA, PLEHEHEHASE! ENOHOHOHOHOHOHOUGH!"

In all honestly, Emery didn't mind this at all. While protesting, he wasn't making any real effort to try and stop his pegasus from tickling him. He needed this after a long morning of flying. Axerria snorted before pulling away from her owner, leaving him breathless.

"Thahahank yohohou…" Emery panted, giggling slightly.

Axerria snorted before nuzzling her cheek against her owner's. Emery chuckled as he patted the pegasus's head.

"I suppose I can forgive you for that unnecessary display of torture." Emery said sarcastically.

The winged horse whinnied, licking her owner's cheek affectionately. Emery smiled as he grabbed the fallen rag and stood up.

"So, are you gonna let me groom you now?" Emery asked.

Axerria neighed before straightening her posture. The young man smiled as he resumed his grooming. The pegasus stayed true to her word and didn't pull any more dirty little tricks while Emery groomed her. After a few minutes, Axerria was finally clean.

"There, all finished." Emery sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

The pegasus neighed as she reared, spreading out her now clean wings. Emery chuckled as he looked down at himself, still muddy.

"Now I have to get myself cleaned up before lunch." Emery said.

Axerria grunted before using her wing to dust off some dirt on her owner's cheek, causing Emery to giggle.

"Ahahaw, thahahahanks!" Emery giggled.

Seeing that her owner didn't mind, Axerria continued to dust off the mud and dust, only making Emery giggle more.

"Axerriahahaha, nohoho!" Emery giggled, "I know yohohohou're only tryihihing to help, buhuhut it tihihickles!

This was going to be a long afternoon.

#gladdy writes #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023

[gladdyator18]

Bullshit With A Twist - TickleTober2023 Days 8 & 9 (Truth & Lie)

One of my favorite card games to play with friends and family! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Tristan convinces the other boys to play BS, he adds one special rule that makes the game a lot more interesting and fun.

Word Count: 1806

⚠️Warning⚠️: swearing (obvi for the game being played; both in English and Spanish)

Bullshit, the game of bluffing. A deceptive card game where the players aim to get rid of all of their cards by bluffing. Sometimes players tell the truth; other times, they tell a lie. It's a fun game, especially when you add conditions if someone is lying, and that's just what these teens are about to play.

It was a late summer afternoon, and Diego and Jason were at Tristan's and Kain's place while their parents were out running errands. After an hour of racing games, Tristan suggested they play a card game that his father and Kain's mother is a master of, Bullshit.

"Remind me of the rules again." Jason said.

"Sure thing," Tristan said, dealing out the cards, "Everyone gets the same amount of cards to play. The play will go by card numbers. First, the aces, twos, threes, fours, and so on, and we place those cards in the center face-down. Depending on how many you have of that number, you can say something like, 'Two fours' or 'Three kings.' It only goes up to four."

"The game's object is to get rid of all your cards. If you don't have what is up next, whether it be a number or royal, you can bluff," Kain explained, "If someone thinks that I'm bluffing, they can call, 'Bullshit.' If I am bluffing, I have to take everything in the center. However, if I was telling the truth, the one who called 'BS' has to take the center cards."

Jason nodded as he listened.

"However, we're adding a little twist to this game." Tristan said.

The other three teens looked up at the blonde with confusion.

"What kind of twist?" Diego asked, scanning his cards.

"If someone calls 'BS' and is right, the person they called it on gets tickled for 15 seconds," Tristan said, "However if someone calls 'BS' and is wrong, the person who called it gets tickled for 15 seconds. Sound fun?"

Jason swallowed a lump while the other two were unfazed. The other three glanced at each other and nodded.

"Sounds good to us." Diego said.

"Alright, let's get this game started!" Tristan exclaimed, "We'll go in order by age. First will be Jason, then Kain, Diego, and me."

The burgundy-haired teen nodded as he scanned his cards.

"Two aces." Jason said, placing two cards in the middle.

"One two." Kain said.

"Three threes." Diego said.

"Two fours." Tristan said.

The game was progressing smoothly. That was until the first 'BS' was called.

"Three Jacks." Diego said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Diego quirked a brow before picking up the cards he placed in the middle. When he flipped them over, there were three Jacks.

"Damn it." Kain muttered.

Diego chuckled before standing up and positioning himself behind Kain.

"Ready?" Diego asked.

"Just get it over with." Kain said.

Diego smirked before digging his fingers into Kain's sides, eliciting boyish giggles from the redhead.

"Wait, wahahahahait!" Kain giggled, "Diegohohohoho! Stohohohop!"

"You have to get tickled for 15 seconds, Kain," Tristan said, "That was the rule."

"Ahahahaha shihihihit! Why did I agrehehehehehee?!"

The redhead twisted in his seat as the older teen tickled up and down his sides. A few seconds later, Diego pulled his hands away, leaving Kain panting. Jason and Tristan chuckled at the redhead's state. Kain groaned before picking up the cards in the center. When Kain controlled his breathing, the boys picked up where they left off.

"One Queen." Tristan said.

"Three Kings." Jason said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Jason tried to keep up the confidence, but when he flipped over the cards, it was two Kings and a Jack.

"Better luck next time, kid." Kain said, standing up.

Jason chuckled nervously when Kain stood behind him. Without warning, the redhead shoved his fingers under Jason's armpits, causing the younger teen to squeal and let out adorable giggles.

"Why there fihihihihihirst?!" Jason questioned, "That's a dihihihihick mohohohove! Nahahahahaa!"

"You weren't kidding when you said he was really ticklish here, Diego." Kain said, clawing at Jason's armpits.

"I would never lie about something like that." Diego said, grinning at his cousin.

Jason glared at his cousin and growled through his giggles. When Kain stopped, Jason groaned, chuckling slightly before putting his hands in his armpits.

"You're a dick for telling him that, primo." Jason said.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Diego asked, his face serious but his voice playful.

Jason sighed as he picked up the cards in the middle.

"Three aces." Kain said, picking up the game.

"Two twos." Diego said.

"One three." Tristan said.

"Two fours." Jason said.

For the next few minutes, the game went by smoothly without anyone calling BS.

"Four Queens." Tristan said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Tristan quirked a brow at the redhead before flipping over his cards. The blonde couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he revealed two Queens, a six, and an eight.

"You are a terrible liar, Katsunan." Kain said, walking behind Tristan.

Tristan snorted from his throat, anticipating what was to come. He was soon thrown into a frenzy of giggles when Kain pressed into his ribs.

"Nahahahaha! Stohohohohop!" Tristan giggled, "Aahahahahahehehehe!"

"15 seconds, remember?" Kain questioned.

Tristan bowed his head and pounded his fist against the wooden table in ticklish agony, handsome giggles slipping from his lips.

"Dahahahahammihihihihit!" Tristan cursed.

When 15 seconds were up, Kain stopped the tickling, leaving Tristan breathless.

"So, shall we continue?" Kain asked as if nothing happened.

Tristan groaned before flipping Kain off, only making the redhead smile. The blonde rolled his eyes before taking the cards from the center.

"Two Kings." Diego said.

"One ace." Jason said.

"One two." Kain said.

"Two threes." Tristan said.

The card game progressed without a hiccup, but as Diego played his hand, Jason had a sneaky suspicion his cousin was bluffing.

"Three eights." Diego said.

"Bullshit." Jason called.

Diego looked at his cousin and quirked his brow. The black-haired teen picked up his cards and flipped them over, revealing the eight of hearts, spades, and diamonds. Diego grinned as he stood up.

"Shit…" Jason muttered.

"Sorry, primo," Diego said, standing behind his cousin, "But you should know by now that I don't lie."

When he said that, the black-haired teen started digging into Jason's ribs, causing the young teen to squeal and laugh.

"DIEGOHOHOHOHOHOHO, ¡PARAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Jason cried, "NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You tickled the Spanish outta him!" Tristan laughed.

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP! NO TEHEHEHASING!"

Kain couldn't help but chuckle. Jason tried to pull Diego's hands away, but his cousin was unfazed.

"DIEGO, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" Jason laughed, "ENOHOHOHOUGH!"

"In 5 seconds." Diego deadpanned.

For the next 5 seconds, Diego tormented his cousin's top rib, making him snort. Diego couldn't help but laugh before stopping.

"Now that was cute." Kain commented.

Jason groaned as he flipped off the redhead, making him chuckle.

"Let's continue, shall we?" Tristan suggested.

Jason sighed and nodded as he gathered the cards in the middle.

"One nine." Jason said.

"Three tens." Kain said.

"Bullshit." Diego said.

The redhead quirked a brow at the older teen as he felt his heart skip a beat. Kain groaned as he flipped over his cards, revealing two tens and a Queen.

"Uh-huh, and I'm the terrible liar." Tristan chuckled, watching the black-haired teen stand up.

Kain cursed under his breath, feeling Diego's ominous presence looming over him. He then let out a loud laugh when Diego pressed into his armpits.

"FUHUHUHUHUCKING DAHAHAHAMMIT!" Kain laughed, "STAHAHAHAHAP! AHAAAAHAHAHAHA!"

"It hasn't even been 5 seconds," Diego said, "I'm guessing this is a bad spot?"

"WHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHELL DO YOU THIHIHIHIHINK!?"

Tristan and Jason couldn't help but laugh along.

"Does he always curse like this when tickled?" Jason asked, turning to Tristan.

"Oh, yeah," Tristan said, "He wants to act all big and bad, but once you get his armpits, he curses like a sailor."

"TRISTAHAHAHAHAN, SHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUCK UHUHUP!" Kain laughed, "DIEGO, STAHAHAHAP! ANYWHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHELSE!"

"Geez, you're a whiny pequeña perra, aren't you?" Diego asked, "Quit your bitching and just take it."

Kain snorted as he pounded his fist against the table, unable to stop the black-haired teen. When Diego finally stopped the tickling, Kain panted and groaned as he glared at the older teen.

"You should know better than to call out Diego on a bluff, Kain." Jason chuckled.

Kain sighed as he collected the cards from the middle.

"One Jack." Diego said.

"Two Queens." Tristan said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Tristan glared at the redhead and growled under his breath. Tristan turned over the cards and revealed a Queen and an ace.

"Hey, Jay," Kain began, "You wanna know which spot makes Tristan curse like a sailor?"

"Totally!" Jason said eagerly.

"Kain, I swear, don't you dare." Tristan warned.

The redhead ignored the blonde and walked behind him.

"Wasn't this your rule?" Kain asked, "15 seconds start… now!"

With that, Kain started clawing at Tristan's stomach, sending the blonde into a frenzy of laughter.

"DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT KAHAHAHAIN!" Tristan laughed, "YOU FUHUHUHUCKING PRIHIHIHICK! FUCK, STAHAHAHAP!"

"Wow, you weren't kidding." Jason chuckled.

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP, JAHAHAHASON! AHAHAHAAAA! KAIN, FUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAAAAP!"

"Don't worry; I will… in 10 seconds." Kain deadpanned with a grin.

Tristan pounded his fist against the table in ticklish agony as he doubled over laughter. He tried to suck in his stomach, but that didn't do anything.

"KAHAHAHAIN, ENOHOHOHOUGH!" Tristan cried, "SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

When 10 seconds were up, Kain stopped the tickling, leaving Tristan breathless. Kain said down and pushed over the small stack of cards to Tristan. Tristan glared at the redhead.

"Fuck… you…" Tristan cursed, flipping him off.

"Love you, too, cousin." Kain smiled.

Tristan rolled his eyes as he gathered the cards.

"Right," Jason said, glancing at his cards, "One King."

"Two aces." Kain said

"Three twos." Diego said.

"One three." Tristan said.

As the game went on, Tristan, Jason, and Kain were all subjected to the 15-second tickle penalty except Diego. In the end, the black-haired teen won the game.

"That was fun." Diego said.

"How are you so good at this?" Kain asked, "Did you even bluff during this game?"

The black-haired teen glanced at the redhead and smirked.

"A few times, yeah," Diego deadpanned, "You guys just never caught it."

The other teens groaned as Tristan shuffled the cards.

"So, you guys down for another round?" Tristan asked.

"Sure," Jason said, "And this time, Diego, you're gonna get tickled."

"We'll see about that, primo." Diego smirked.

"Should we add a rule that has us tickle Diego whenever?" Kain chuckled.

The black-haired teen looked at the redhead with a dangerous look, startling the redhead.

"K-Kidding, kidding!" Kain said.

"That's what I thought." Diego said.

Kain sighed as he collected his cards as Tristan dealt them. For the remainder of the afternoon, the teens continued this game with the special rule, and everyone was subjected to it, even Diego.

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[gladdyator18]

"Kent" Catch Us! - TickleTober2023 Day 6 (Chase)

Summary: After Nella and Justin prank their older brother, Kent, the older Laverre sibling is on the hunt to get his revenge. However, when Justin leaves his sister for dead, Nella decides to join forces with her older brother.

Word Count: 1609

"Get back here, you two!" shouted a playful voice.

Heavy footsteps against the carpet and tile rang throughout the large manor. Justin and Nella were running away from their vengeful older brother, who had just gotten pranked. What was the prank? Justin and Nella set up a bucket over Kent's bedroom door, and younger siblings filled it with ice-cold water. Now, Kent was tracking down his brother and sister, soaking wet.

"Sorry, Kent! No can do!" Justin cried.

"You're gonna have to catch us first!" Nella exclaimed.

"Believe me, I will!" Kent shouted.

As the younger siblings sprinted down the long hallway, they heard their brother's footsteps grow closer.

"Quick, hide!" Justin said, jumping into a room.

Nella nodded as she followed her brother inside. The room was one of the few studies around the Laverre Manor. Nella quickly hid in a nearby wardrobe, and Justing hid behind a bookshelf. When Justin looked at the door, he uttered a curse when Nella didn't shut the door behind her. His head snapped back when he saw his brother walking in through the door. The older man's hair was sticking to his face, and his normally light brown suit jacket now looked dark brown.

"Oh where, oh where, did my little siblings go?" Kent asked, waltzing into the room, "They should know that they can't hide from me, especially after pranking me."

Justin felt his breathing quicken as he covered his mouth.

"Is someone in this wardrobe?" Kent asked.

When he opened the door, Nella squealed as she nervously giggled.

"K-Kehehent, I-I can explahahain!" Nella giggled.

"I'm sure you can!" Kent said before lifting his sister.

When the older man set his sister on the carpeted floor, he straddled her and started attacking her sides. The youngest Laverre sibling let out a squeal before giggling madly.

"Kehehehehent! Stohohohop!" Nella cried, "No tihihihihickling!"

"Yes, tickling!" Kent chuckled, "Would you rather have me scold you and Justin about pranking me?"

"Yehehehehes!"

Justin couldn't help but chuckle as he watched his sister get tickled. Seeing that his brother was occupied, he left his hiding spot before waltzing over to the door. When Nella saw Justin, she reached out a hand to him.

"Juhuhuhuhustihihihin! Plehehehease!" Nella giggled, "Help MEHEHEHEHE! KEHEHEHEHENT NONONOHOHOHOHO!"

The young girl squealed when Kent started tickling her armpits. Kent looked back at his brother and grinned.

"Yeah, Justin," Kent said, "Come help her; I dare you."

The look in Kent's eyes told Justin everything he needed to know. Run. And that's exactly what Justin did, sprinting to the door.

"JUHUHUSTIHIHIN, NOHOHO!" Nella cried, "DOHOHOHON'T LEHEHEAVE MEHEHEHE!"

"Sorry, Nell," Justin said, "Every man for themselves!"

And with that, Justin left his sister in the tickly hands of his older brother. Justin chuckled as he heard his sister's laughter fade away as he turned down the corridor. He then leaned against a marble column to catch his breath. As he did, he thought back about what he did.

"Was I wrong for leaving Nella like that?" Justin asked himself.

As he pondered this, he heard footsteps coming towards him. When he peered around the column, he saw his brother approaching him. Justin gasped before sprinting down the hall, ducking into a room, and closing the door behind him. The room he went in was one of the many spare bedrooms. Justin hid under the large canopy bed and covered his mouth as he breathed heavily. When his brother entered the room, Kent walked around the room, the floor creaking as he walked, startling Justin each time it creaked.

"I've gotta get out of here." Justin whispered.

When he saw Kent go to the other side of the room, Justin crawled out from under the bed quickly yet quietly. When Justin was out, he walked over to the door; however, his back was turned. Justin jumped when he bumped into something. When he turned around, Nella was standing there with her arms crossed, wearing a smug grin.

"Well, well, well," Nella said, walking up to him, "Going somewhere, Justin?"

When Justin backed away from his sister, a shiver ran down his spine when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced behind him to see his older brother grinning at him.

"K-Kent, uhm, listen, w-we can talk about this." Justin chuckled nervously.

"We can, but I think I'd rather hear you laugh, wouldn't you agree, Nella?" Kent asked.

The young girl nodded as she kicked the door closed. Justin backed away from his brother and sister, only to trip and fall onto the bed.

"N-Nella, why are you helping him?" Justin panicked.

"Oh, you know exactly why," Nella said, "You left me for dead! You couldn't even come to my rescue."

"I-I-I wanted to, I did! B-But Kent-"

"But I what?" Kent asked, blocking his brother's escape route, "Why didn't you come to your dear sister's rescue?"

"D-Don't you dare guilt-trip me! Nella, I'm sorry I left you, honest! Kent scared me!"

Kent chuckled before leaning over his brother, his hands pressed beside his sides, completely boxing him in.

"So, I triggered your fight or flight response, and you chose to flee instead of saving your sister," Kent said, "Am I hearing that right?"

Nella hummed in thought before sitting next to her brother.

"Weren't your exact words every man for themselves?" Nella asked.

Justin's emerald eyes widened as a nervous smile spread across his face.

"Guys, please, you don't have to do this," Justin said, trying to reason, "Kent, I am so sorry for pranking you, and Nella, I'm so sorry for leaving you. Let's just let bygones be bygones, right?"

The other two glanced at each other with a knowing look before sinister grins spread across their faces. In that same minute, the other siblings pounced on Justin, skittering their fingers all over his torso, throwing the emerald-eyed young man into a frenzy of giggles.

"Kehehehehent! Nellahahahahaha!" Justin giggled, "Stop, stohohohohohop! Nohohoho!"

"You deserve this, Justin!" Nella said, "Not only for pranking Kent but for abandoning me!"

"You prahahahahanked him, tohohohohoo!"

Nella rolled her eyes as she clawed her fingers against Justin's stomach, causing Justin to squeal and grab his sister's wrist.

"Nellahahahaha! Quihihihit ihihihihit!" Justing giggled, "Plehehehease! I'm sohohohohorry!"

"You're only saying that to get out of this pickle you're in." Kent said, tickling his brother's armpit.

Justin flinched hard before his arm came crashing to his side, but Kent's fingers were already in their target. He tried to squirm away, but it was futile, with his brother and sister holding him down.

"Kehehehent! Nahahaha!" Justin giggled, "Nohohot thehehere! Get ohohohout!"

"I'm afraid I can't, dear brother," Kent began, "You trapped-"

"Dohohohon't you dahahare finish thahahat lihihihihie! Get yohohohour hands ohohohohout!"

Nella couldn't help but laugh, knowing she always falls for that trick. The young girl chuckled before clawing at Justin's ribs, causing Justin to squeal and cackle.

"NELLAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHA!" Justin laughed, "MAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!"

"There's that laugh!" Kent chuckled.

Kent joined in tickling his brother's ribs, forcing Justin to buck and into a frenzy of laughter.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAA! NAAAHAHAHA! STAAAAHAHAHAHA!" Justin cackled, "PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAAAAP!"

The other Laverre kids couldn't help but laugh along with their brother.

"If you really want us to stop, apologize for pranking me." Kent said.

"And for leaving me." Nella said.

"I APOLOHOHOHOHOHOGIHIHIHIZED ALREHEHEHEHADY!" Justin laughed.

The other two feigned ignorance and tilted their heads quizzically.

"Did you now?" Nella questioned, "I don't remember that, do you, Kent?"'

"Nope," Kent said, "If you apologize, Justin, we'll stop. Sound good?"

Justin could barely get a word out; he was laughing too much.

"YOU GUHUHUHUYS SUHUHUHUHUCK!" Justin cried, "JUST LEMME GOHOHOHOHOHOOO!"

"Just apologize!" Kent and Nella laughed.

Justin growled through his laughter before finally giving in.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY! AHAHAHAHEHEHE! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Justin laughed, "I'M SOHOHOHO VEHEHERY SOHOHOHORRY!"

The other two smiled knowingly and stopped the tickling, leaving Justin panting.

"We forgive you, Justin." Kent said.

"T-Thahahank yohohou…" Justin panted, residual giggles slipping through.

Justin sat up on the bed and groaned with a smile spread across his face.

"You alright, man?" Kent asked, placing a hand on his brother's back.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Justin said, "I deserved that."

"You bet you did." Nella said, bumping her shoulder against Justin's.

The emerald-eyed man smiled and wrapped an arm around his sister.

"I am really sorry for abandoning you like that, though," Justin said.

"I know we were only playing, so it's fine," Nella said, "No hard feelings."

"Just know that I would never actually leave you like that. You're too important to me."

The young girl smiled and embraced her brother. Justin smiled and returned the gesture.

"And from now on, I'll try to come to your rescue if Kent ever torments you again," Justin chuckled.

"What do you mean try?" Nella asked, pulling away from her brother.

"You know Kent will just pull me in and get us both in the end, right?"

Kent chuckled to himself and shook his head fondly. Justin hummed in thought before whispering something to his sister. Nella's eyes sparkled with newfound mischief as a smile spread across her face. Justin and Nella glanced at Kent with sinister grins, sending a chill down Kent's spine.

"W-What's with those looks?" Kent asked.

"Payback!" Justin and Nella cried.

In that same second, the room was again filled with joyous laughter as the younger Laverre siblings tickled their older brother. If all pranks on Kent ended with the oldest Laverre kid still getting got in the end, Justin and Nella would prank him more often, even if it meant getting punished by him in between. Was it worth it to see Kent smile and laugh? Absolutely.

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[gladdyator18]

You Could've Just Asked - TickleTober2023 Day 5 ("I'm Not Ticklish")

First fic for my Fire Emblem OCs, woohoo! Hope y’all enjoy!

Summary: Diego’s in a mood and wants to get tickled. Knowing Corrina’s tolerance of childish behavior, he gets exactly what he wants without directly asking for it.

Word Count: 1523

"I'm not ticklish." This sentence can spark many things if one says this. Those who say this is either telling the God-honest truth or lying right through their teeth; most of the time, it's the ladder. Some grow out of being ticklish, and others somehow grow more ticklish over time. Sometimes, those who say they're not ticklish and are lying want to get tickled. Diego Isenloc Glaudrich is one of those people.

"You know, you are acting like a real brat right now," Corrina said suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" Diego asked.

"For the past hour, you have acted like a child on a sugar rush, making witty comments and giving me sass. What is up with you today?"

Diego shrugged his shoulders with a slight grin. It was a warm summer afternoon, and Diego came over to visit Corrina when his mother wanted to discuss something with Corrina's parents. The young axe-wielder sighed before taking a sip of her tea.

"Well, I would stop while I am ahead if I were you," Corrina warned, "Consequences will surely surface if you continue this childish behavior."

Diego chuckled as he rolled his eyes fondly.

"Whatever you say, Rina." Diego said.

The archer was practically shaking with excitement. He knew what he was doing, and Diego would soon get what he wanted. He knew Corrina was a patient young woman with a good tolerance for childish behavior; she has a younger brother, after all. With just a few more nudges in the right direction, Diego would succeed.

Diego sighed dramatically before tapping his finger against the metal table, ensuring it was loud enough for Corrina to hear. He glanced at Corrina to see a small vein bumping from her head. Then, everything stopped when Corrina set down her teacup, the porcelain clicking together loudly. Corrina stood up from her seat before walking over to Diego. Feigning ignorance, Diego set down his teacup and glanced at his friend with a confused look.

"What's the matter, Rina?" Diego asked.

Then, Corrina shoved him out of the chair and straddled his waist when he hit the ground.

"C-Corrina, what has gotten into you?" Diego asked, trying to suppress his smile.

"I told you there would be consequences if you did not cease your childish behavior," Corrina said, "Since you want to act like a child, I am going to treat you like one."

When Corrina poked Diego's side, the archer flinched hard.

"What is the matter, Diego?" Corrina asked, "Ticklish?"

"Pssh, you wish," Diego said with sass, "I'm not ticklish in the slightest."

What Diego said made Corrina giggle.

"We both know that is a lie," Corrina commented.

"It is not!" Diego protested.

"Really? Then you won't mind me doing this, right?"

When Corrina started skitting her fingers along Diego's sides, the emerald-eyed archer snickered as he bit his bottom lip.

"S-Sehehee? Not t-ticklihihihish," Diego said, giggles slipping past.

"Really?" Corrina questioned, "Then why are you laughing?"

"I-I'm nohohohot!"

Corrina chuckled as she shook her head fondly.

"You are a terrible liar, Diego Isenloc Glaudrich." Corrina said.

When Corrina moved her hands up to Diego's ribs, his dam broke, and deep bubbly giggles came rushing out.

"Corrinahahahahaha! Nohohohoho!" Diego giggled.

"You know, for someone who is not ticklish, you sure are laughing quite a lot," Corrina said.

"This isn't fahahahair!"

"You have been nothing but sassy and annoying for the past hour. You were acting like Issac whenever he wanted attention from me."

Diego pushed at Corrina's hands, not making any real effort to stop her.

"Ahahahahehehe! Corrinahahahaha!" Diego giggled, "Nohohoho mohohore!"

"I do not think so," Corrina said, "This is what you get for testing my patience."

When Corrina's fingers found Diego's armpits, the archer squealed as his giggles increased in volume. Diego pressed his arms to his sides, but Corrina's fingers were already in their target.

"Stohohop ihihihit!" Diego giggled, "Get yohohohour hands ohohohout!"

"It seems you trapped them, my dear friend," Corrina cooed, "I guess I have no choice but to tickle you here."

Diego giggled before covering his blushing face.

"No tehehehasiiiiihihihihing!" Diego half-whined.

"Why? Does it tickle more if I do?" Corrina questioned, "Does teasing make it tickle more?"

"Yehehehes! It does, it dohohohohoes!"

"Funny, I thought you said you were not ticklish, and here you are saying it tickles."

Diego started to squirm when Corrina said this but made no real effort to wriggle away.

"Corrinahahaha, plehehehease!" Diego cried, "Go sohohohomewhere ehehehelse!"

"Fine, fine, if you insist." Corrina said.

When Corrina removed her hands from his armpits, she started clawing at Diego's stomach, causing him to buck and let out a small laugh.

"Wait, wahahahahait! Nohohoho!" Diego giggled, pushing at his friend's hands.

"What am I waiting on exactly?" Corrina asked with a sly smirk.

Diego writhed underneath his friend as small laughs flooded from his mouth.

"Have you finally learned your lesson about testing my patience?" Corrina asked.

"What do yohohohou thihihihink?" Diego asked, keeping up the bratty act.

The amethyst-eyed axe-wielder chuckled before stopping briefly as the pieces clicked together. Diego panted with a happy grin on his face.

"You know, if I did not know any better, I would say that you wanted this," Corrina said, "Me, tickling you silly. Is that why you acted like a sassy little brat?"

What Corrina said made Diego's blush deepen.

"Uhm, w-wehehell," Diego stuttered, "M-Maybe…?"

Corrina couldn't stop the "aww" that came from her mouth, making Diego cover his face as his embarrassed blush deepened.

"You know, you could have just asked me to tickle you, right?" Corrina questioned, "I would not have judged you for it,"

"I know, but where's the fun in just asking for it?" Diego asked, peeking from his hands over his face, "I bet Issac does this all the time with you."

"Unlike you, he asks me instead of being an annoying little brat like someone I know."

When the axe-wielder smiled at her friend, the archer couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, if this is truly what you wanted, I will be happy to tickle you to your heart's content." Corrina said genuinely.

Hearing that made Diego smile.

"Thanks, Rina." Diego said.

"Of course," Corrina said, "And besides, I still need to punish you for testing my patience. You never do that, and you should know this by now."

Diego knew what Corrina was doing and played along.

"Really? I should've known?" Diego said, "How was I supposed to know? A good friend would've spoken up about something like this."

Corrina feigned annoyance and shock at her friend's comment and chuckled lowly.

"You are just digging yourself a deeper grave." Corrina said.

Before Diego could protest, he let out a yelp when he felt Corrina's fingers press against his sides.

"WAIT, WAHAHAHAHAIT! CORRINAHAHAHAHA!" Diego laughed, "NOT THEHEHEHERE! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Not there?" Corrina questioned, "Why? Does it tickle that much?"

"YES, IT DOHOHOHOES!"

Diego slammed his legs against the viridian-colored ground while deep bubbly laughter spilled from his lips.

"AHAHAHAHA! CORRIHIHIHINAHAHA!" Diego cried, "NAHAHAHAAA! THAT REALLY TIHIHIHIHICKLES! QUIT IHIHIHIHIT!"

"Well, it is supposed to tickle, silly," Corrina said, "And I am not stopping until you apologize for testing my patience,"

"NEVER GONNAHAHAHA HAHAHAPPEN! HAHAHAHEHEHEHE!"

"We'll see about that…"

When Corrina started using two fingers, Diego gave a wild buck, causing his hair to move away from his scarred eye.

"OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY! RINAHAHAHAHA!" Diego laughed, "PLEHEHEHEASE, ENOHOHOHOUGH!"

"Apologize, and I will." Corrina said.

The archer growled through his laughter as he tried to push away his friend. Diego was having the time of his life. This is everything he could've ever hoped for and more. While he didn't want the tickling to end, he knew he would eventually pass out.

"HAHAHAHAAAA! FIIHIHIHIHIIIINE!" Diego laughed, "I'M SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Are you going to test my patience again?" Corrina asked.

When Diego didn't answer, Corrina couldn't help but laugh.

"You are adorable, Diego Isenloc Glaudrich." Corrina chuckled.

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!" Diego laughed, his cheeks burning.

With a final tweak to the archer's side, the axe-wielder stopped the tickling. Diego panted as he tried to gain control over his breathing.

"So, how was that?" Corrina asked, "You got what you wanted; are you satisfied?"

The emerald-eyed archer smiled at his friend and nodded.

"Very." Diego said.

Corrina smiled as she lightly traced the visible scars across her friend's eye. Diego sighed and leaned into her touch.

"Thanks, Corrina," Diego said, "I needed a good laugh,"

"Everyone does," Corrina said, "And again, you could have just asked me to tickle you."

"But it's no fun just outright asking. Plus, messing with you is just a bonus. You're so easy to make upset."

What the archer said made Corrina quirk a brow with a knowing look.

"Come again?" Corrina questioned.

Diego's eyes danced with excitement as a smile formed on his face. Before Diego could protest, happy laughter filled Auradeau Manor Garden once again. Remember how the sentence "I'm not ticklish" can spark many things? This was one of them, and Diego couldn't be happier. I guess what I mentioned before was true: those who say they're not ticklish and are lying just want to get tickled.

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Secret Weak Spot - TickleTober2023 Day 4 (Weak Spot)

Summary: Diego is known to smile every now and again, but not once has his friends heard him laugh. That all changes when Tristan discovers a little secret of his.

Word Count: 1764

⚠️Warning⚠️: mild swearing

Okay, let's get one thing straight: Diego Cortez is a very stoic young man. He's very introverted and likes to keep to himself a lot. Diego only speaks when he's spoken to, and growing up, he never really had that many friends. After he came to this alternate universe, met Ishani, and reunited with Jason, his life changed for the better. Now, Diego has two families to call his own, and with Ishani and Jason's help, he has an amazing friend group. When he's around them, he smiles more than ever. But there is one thing that he has yet to do around them.

"Has anyone ever seen Diego laugh?" Kain asked suddenly.

The teens were at their usual meet-up spot at their local park, and there was a beat of silence before Kain asked the million-dollar question.

"Seen, no," Ava said, "Heard... uhm, no..."

"Does he even know how to laugh?" Olivia asked, slowly pushing herself on the swing.

The other teens glanced at one another before all eyes were on Jason. The burgundy-haired teen looked between his friends and quirked a brow.

"What?" Jason questioned.

"You're his cousin," Tristan said, "Do you know what makes him laugh?"

Jason hummed in thought as he paced around the swing-set area.

"Unfortunately, no," Jason admitted, "We never really grew up together that much. I'm just grateful to get that chance now, so I wouldn't know."

The other teens sighed in defeat. Tristan glanced over at the black-haired teen in question sitting under a nearby tree. The blonde hummed in thought before a sly grin appeared on his face.

"Tristan, what's with that look?" Ava asked.

"I think I figured out how to get our dear Diego to laugh," Tristan said, "Just watch and learn."

The other teens glanced at one another as they watched Tristan walk over to Diego. The black-haired teen had headphones over his ears, slowly bopping his head to the music playing. When someone tapped his shoulder, Diego looked up and met Tristan's indigo eyes.

"Need something?" Diego asked, sliding off the headphones.

"Nope," Tristan said, sitting next to the teen, "Just thought you'd want some company."

A small smile appeared on the teen's face. About a year ago, Diego wouldn't let anyone sit so close to him without feeling uncomfortable. Still, after getting to know the blonde better, he appreciated his company, though he can be annoying at times.

"So, whatcha listening to?" Tristan asked, scooting closer to Diego's side.

"R&B," Diego said plainly, "Helps me relax."

"Well, why don't you play your music for us?" Tristan suggested, "I brought my speaker so you can hook your phone up to it."

Diego looked at his other friends before shaking his head.

"I wouldn't want to bore you with my music." Diego admitted.

"You wouldn't, honest." Tristan said, poking the teen's side.

Tristan didn't even flinch. Tristan had intentionally poked the teen's side, hoping to get him to jump, but got nothing. Tristan furrowed his brows before poking Diego's side again, right under his rib. Nothing.

"Do you want something, Tristan?" Diego asked, glancing down at the blonde.

"Yeah, I want you to laugh!" Tristan said, rapidly poking the other's sides, "How are you not flinching? Are you not ticklish?"

"Oh, so that's what this is about? I thought you wanted my attention."

Tristan groaned before moving up to Diego's ribs, tickling him for real. Diego inhaled as his muscles tensed, causing Tristan to smile.

"Ah, so you are ticklish," Tristan said, "You're just holding it in."

"A-Am not," Diego said without giggling, "Y-You just suck at tickling."

What Diego said made Tristan pull away and gasp.

"You did not just say that to the world's best tickler!" Tristan proclaimed.

"If you're the world's best, how come I've never heard of you?" Diego said with a smug grin.

Tristan felt his eye twitch.

"You smug little shit..." Tristan growled.

Then, he pounced on Tristan, straddling him on the ground. The other teens watched this and shook their heads fondly.

"Oh, dear," Ava said, "Here we go."

"If anyone can get mi primo to laugh, it's Tristan." Jason chuckled.

Diego looked up at the blonde with a shit-eating grin.

"I know you're ticklish, Diego," Tristan said, "And by you tensing your muscles, I know exactly how to get you giggling."

Tristan grinned before raking his fingers against Diego's sides. The black-haired teen flinched before covering his mouth with one hand and pushing Tristan away with the other.

"What's wrong?" Tristan asked with a chuckle, "Does it tickle?"

"N-No, it d-dohohoesn't." Diego said, letting a giggle slip.

"I'm sorry. Was that a giggle I just heard?"

When Diego shook his head, Tristan started digging between each bone with his middle and pointer finger. This made Diego flinch hard, and deep giggles flooded from his mouth.

"T-Tristahahahan, enohohough!" Diego giggled, still covering his mouth.

"Aha! I knew it!" Tristan proclaimed, "You can't hide anything from Tristan Katsunan!"

Diego giggled in his hand as he squirmed under his friend.

"Aw, c'mon, Diego," Tristan said, grabbing his wrist, "Lemme see that smile!"

When Tristan pried Diego's hand from his mouth, the blonde couldn't help but chuckle at the black-haired teen's smiling and giggling face.

"Well, aren't you an adorable sight for sore eyes?" Tristan mused.

"Enohohohough!" Diego giggled, "Get off mehehehe!"

Tristan hummed before pinning Diego's caught wrist to the ground.

"I don't think so," Tristan said, "While I love hearing your giggles, I want to find a spot that makes you laugh. You do have a spot like that, right~?"

When Tristan asked, he skittered his fingers under Diego's arm, causing his giggles to escalate in volume.

"Nohohoho, I dohohohon't!" Diego giggled, trying to bring his arm down, "Just stop alreheheheady!"

Tristan couldn't help but laugh along to Diego's giggling.

"Yeah, that's a bald-faced lie," Tristan said, "If you just tell me where it is, this could all be over and done with,"

"I told yohohohohou! I don't hahahahave a spot like thahahahat!" Diego giggled.

"What kind of fool do you take me for?"

"Dohohohon't make me answer thahahahahat!"

What Diego said made Tristan's eye twitch.

"So not only are you a smug bastard but also a sassy lil' shit, huh?" Tristan said, "Fine then, what about here?"

Tristan released Diego's wrist before clawing at the black-haired teen's stomach, causing Diego to buck slightly.

"Nahahaha! Stohohohohop!" Deigo cried, his giggles turning into small laughs, "This isn't fuhuhuhuhunny!"

"Oh, yeah? Then why are you laughing so much, huh?" Tristan asked.

Diego tried to push Tristan off him, but the blonde was too strong, and all that giggling was sapping him of his strength.

"Hmm, you seem to be really ticklish on your stomach," Tristan said, "And normally, if someone is ticklish there, then that means..."

When the blonde's fingers started gliding down the sides of the other's stomach, Diego flinched hard before pushing at Tristan's chest.

"Tristan, I swehehear," Diego said, "G-Get off mehehehe!"

"Is someone getting nervous that I found their weak spot?"

Before Diego could protest, deep, adorable laughter spilled from Diego's lips as Tristan tickled his lower back.

"TRISTAHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Diego laughed.

"No wonder you never let Ava give you a massage!" Tristan said over Diego's laughter, "This is your secret weak spot, isn't it~?"

Diego bucked and thrashed underneath the blonde, laughing his handsome laugh.

"Who would've thought you had such a cute laugh, Diego?" Tristan mused.

"STAHAHAHAAAAP! THAT'S ENOHOHOHOHOUGH!" Diego cackled, "YOU HAHAHAHAD YOUR FUHUHUHUN! NOHOHOHOHOW, GET OFF MEHEHEHEHEEE!"

"Hmm, I don't think I can. You see, I came here to make you laugh since none of us have heard it before."

Diego laughed loudly as he slammed his legs against the ground.

"YOU ARE SUCH AHAHAHAHAN AHAHAHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!" Diego cursed, "STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!"

"Oh, I'm an asshole? Is that right, dear Diego?" Tristan asked, "You know, you are in no position to be hurling insults at me 'cause I could make this a lot worse,"

"HOHOHOHOW COULD THIS BE AHAHAHANY WOHOHOHOHORSE!? HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"You really wanna know?"

Before Diego could protest any further, Tristan flipped the black-haired teen on his stomach before massaging his thumbs into his lower back, causing Diego to squeal and cackle, pounding his fist into the ground.

"STAHAHAHAHAP! TRISTAN, PLEHEHEHEHASE!" Diego begged, "I CAHAHAHAN'T! HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!"

"Is that begging I hear?" Tristan questioned.

Diego laughed into the soft, emerald grass, feeling his strength and will to fight back against the blonde's tickles.

"I'll stop on one condition," Tristan began.

"ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING!" Diego laughed.

"If you promise to laugh more around me and the others, I'll stop tickling you. How does that sound?"

Diego growled through his laughter, wanting to object, but when Tristan hit a sensitive spot, Deigo caved.

"AHHHHHAHAHAHAAAA! ALRIGHT, ALRIHIHIHIHGHT!" Diego cried, "I PROMAHAHAHAHAHA! I PROMIHIHIHIHIHIHISE! NOW STAHAHAHAAAP, PLEASE!"

Tristan laughed before pulling away his hands, leaving Diego to roll over on his back to pant like a dog. The blonde got off the black-haired teen, stood up, and extended a hand to the tickled-out teen. Diego sighed before taking his friend's hand and pulling himself up.

"Nice to know you have a cute laugh, Diego." Tristan said, handing over his friend's fallen headphones.

Diego glared at his friend playfully as he accepted the headphones and put them around his neck. When Diego and Tristan returned to the others, they all smiled warmly.

"Well, this video ain't goin' anywhere." Kain said, waving his phone in the air.

"Your laugh is adorable, Diego!" Ava exclaimed.

"I agree!" Ishani said.

"Now I know how to get you to laugh, primo." Jason chuckled.

Diego glanced at his younger cousin with a dangerous look and a smug grin.

"You say that while you're far more ticklish than me, cabrón." Diego said.

Jason chuckled nervously before taking a step back. The others couldn't help but laugh, and Diego happily joined.

"Hey, Diego, what music were you listening to?" Olivia asked, pointing to the headphones.

"Oh, just some old R&B." Diego said calmly.

"I love R&B!" Ishani said.

"Same here," Kain said, "Mind if we listen to it?"

When the others stared at Diego with pleading eyes, Diego chuckled and nodded. After connecting his phone to Tristan's speaker, the swing-set area was brought back with some late 30s music. Anytime one of the others cracked a joke, Diego would find himself chuckling. Diego glanced around at his friends and smiled. He was so grateful for them. And thanks to Tristan, he learned to laugh more freely around them, and if he ever felt distant, his friends knew how to "poke" him in the right direction.

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Announcement

Hey everyone, hope all is well!

I wanted to apologize for the lack of posts on here. I just moved into college last Friday and started classes Monday, so my time is very limited. More so than likely, the next time you see me post will be for TickleTober2023. In regards to art, that's gonna be a while before I find the time to actually draw something, let alone come up with somethine to draw.

So yeah, that's what's been going on. Again, my next post will be for TickleTober2023. Stay safe, stay blessed, and stay hydrated!

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I was bored and decided to draw my Wizardess Heart+ OC, Gladys

I'm really happy with how this came out.

More art coming eventually, so stay tuned!

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And here are the final side characters for my main Fire Emblem OCs. These two are the younger sisters of the one and only, two-faced Quinton Edric Lochan.

Inspiration/point of reference (Lilibeth) | Inspiration/point or reference (Rosalind)

Left Image: Meet Lilibeth Isabella Lochan, second heir to House Lochan. Lilibeth is the daughter of Duke Adrien and Duchess Emmeline, and is the younger sister of Quinton and Rosalind. Lilibeth is a very sweet young girl who's very soft-spoken, and dotes on her older brother and sister. When on her own, she can be found in the castle music room playing the piano. Like her mother, she became an awe-inspiring dancer. Lilibeth is normally found with her older sister; the two of them talking about anything and everything. When she's around her older brother, she's always hugging his arm or holding onto the hem of his suit, something Quinton finds very adorable. When the Lochan Siblings are together, they're normally found at the theatre watching plays (as per Rosalind's recommendation). Whenever Lilibeth's at the Imperial palace meeting with the Imperial family, she's always quiet and lets her siblings do all the talking. When she found out about the prophecy and that Quinton was the prophesied child, she couldn't be happier, because her life-long dream of becoming a princess would finally becoming true.

Right Image: Meet Rosalind Martinez Lochan, heir to House Lochan. Rosalind is the daughter of Duke Adrien and Duchess Emmeline, and is the younger sister of Quinton and older sister of Lilibeth. Rosalind is a very classy woman who has an eye for fashion and loves to make her presence known wherever she is (also a material girl). When on her own, she's found in the town's tavern having some drinks. Unlike her sister becoming a dancer, she followed in her father's footsteps and became and learned the ways of magic, becoming a powerful Gremory. When Rosalind's with Lilibeth, she's often helping her sister make outfits, something she picked up from her mother (the Duchess was and still is a seamstress). When with her brother, the two are normally gossiping about the Imperial family. When meeting with the Imperial family, Rosalind is able to charm Kayden into doing whatever she asks him to do (similar to how Quinton is able to charm Claudia). She's also good friends with Corrina and the Auradeau House, something her brother doesn't know. When she heard about the prophecy and that Quinton was destined to be Emperor, she was excited because she was finally going to break the chain of having House Lochan being ruled by a man for generations.

Had a lot fun making these two, especially Rosalind. Definitely one of my favorite color palettes I've ever used! More art coming eventually, so stay tuned!

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Decided to make some illustrations of the main characters in my Minecraft story when they're armored up. Blake (left) wears gold armor, Julia (middle) likes to wear iron armor (and is also a very good potion maker), and Shane (right) wears diamond armor with his enchanted diamond sword. I've already posted Krystal in armor right here.

My favorite piece is Blake's because making that Eye of Ender took me about half an hour alone, and I'm really happy with how it turned out!

Blake reference | Julia reference | Shane reference

More art on the way so stay tuned!

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