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SHREDS THIS APART

Quick Miguel tickle fic i wrote (750 ish words)

Miguel huffed as he scrolled on his screen. His thumb in an endless loop of swiping up.

He sunk his head deeper into the soft pillow beneath him, scrunching his nose in frustration and disappointment.

There was nothing.

Nothing to satisfy that tingly itch he had been feeling all week. Miguel knew his… interest was a bit unorthodox, but surely there had to be something, anything to feed into his craving.

His back started to tingle. Buzzing, deep little micro vibrations traveling up and down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the closest thing available to the sensation he had been so desperately craving. His back arched, and his chest pushed deeper into the mattress. It felt very pleasant, these phantom tingles. Yet Miguel couldn’t bring himself not to squirm, or at least readjust.

God he needed someone to…

No.

He didn’t.

As quickly as the thought came, Miguel dissipated it with a slight shake of his head. No way he would fantasize about that, no point in musing over something that would never happen. He had given up on wishful thinking long ago.

Miguel didn’t need anything, no one needed to come over and check his screens and look at all the things he was reading and looking at and he didn’t need them to snark about how he should have just asked and-

Miguel took a deep breath. His eyes settled back onto his screen, and his thumb began to swipe once more, stopping every few seconds to let his eyes scan some text, before swiping again. Miguel bit back a pout. It’s not that he didn’t like what he was seeing, many of the walls of text he was frantically skimming actually provided him with much desired ghostly tingles. However it simply just wasn’t enough for him. Miguel needed to feel it. To feel a pair of confident hands holding his sides and squeezing. To feel fingers crawling up his ribs and pinching at the bones.

Miguel flipped over onto his back, his head bouncing against his cushion. He promised himself he wouldn’t fantasize today. Another promise to himself broken.

But his thoughts persisted, nails dragging down his abdomen, hands squeezing his hips, even whispers seemed to entice the ever-growing hunger he had. He slung a limp arm over his face, taking a few much needed deep breaths.

Miguel flexed the fingers of his no longer occupied hand, his screen flung halfheartedly across the bed. He could do this. The shame would follow him for days but no one would know, Besides himself. He flexed his fingers once more, he lifted his arm with some mental struggle. His apprehension made Miguel’s arm feel like thick lead.

No one would know.

The mantra repeated in his head on a loop as Miguel simply rested his arm on his stomach.

His hand balled into a fist upon contact, embarrassment and shame coursing through him.

It’s fine, no one would know.

Before he could really register what his hand was doing, Miguel felt the gentle tracings of his fingers. They wandered up and down the side of his stomach. Miguel bit his lip, it felt nice, those same electric tingles from earlier now became just a bit more tangible.

Miguel took a deep breath, before lifting his shirt just barely above his belly button. The traces continued, gentle and slightly nervous.

His fingers dragged up and down, and even slid a bit further down his torso to trace at the small chub Miguel possessed around his pants line. Miguel had to bite his lip to avoid a choked out chuckle. This was already mortifying enough. But to actually laugh? No chance.

Miguel lifted his hand, granting himself a break from the phantom-like sensations, before unsheathing a single claw. Almost on instinct he began to trace small circles around his belly button, the claw adding a whole new level to the sensation.

While he deemed laughing to be a solution forbidden, Miguel allowed himself to smile, and his fangs gleamed in the soft light of his bedroom.

That was until his body jolted up, upon hearing a creak in the floorboards, Miguel swung his torso to sit up straight, eyes wide and fingers now adorned with claws.

“Were you tickling yourself?”

#sfw tickling #atsv tickling #GFFEGGRTGTRTRTTRRGRRAAAH #RRRAAAGGHFGH #SHREDS THIS APART WITH MY TEETH

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SLOW CREAKING HEAD TURN

slaps you with lee John and leaves

#faith tickling #sfw tickling #OH MYFODDDDD #OH MY GID

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wanted to add more hands on Lisa but I couldn’t find room 😿

(nsfw dni)

#faith tickles #sfw tickling #THEY ARE SO SPECIAL TO ME #LEE LISA MY DEARLY BELOVED #she’s barely acknowledged in the general fandom it makes me so upset

[yarnprism]

Hey guys it’s been like 8 years!!! Sorry for the unexpected hiatus, I needed some time to focus on school.

Also no, I will not be doing Mandela Catalogue content anymore.

#non tickles #hey yall…

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tiff gives off lee vibes sorry lawl

#faith tickles #sfw tickling #GGRRHGRRGGGTGT #GRGDTGGHV #LEE TIFFANY MY BELOVED #GRAGHH #SHES SO CUTE…. #CRIES #WAILS

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PRAISE BREAK SHES BACK!!!! WAHOO

Tickle Galaxy "Arrival of a Lonely Soul"

#tickle galaxy #sfw tickling #YAYAYA!!!! #honestly can’t wait to do more with Moon Ribbon #also glad to see you’re doing okay ish again Java :(

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The urge to make Walten Files tickle content is insane.

#non tickles #fucking around #gggughhhhh #Susan and Charles have tickle fights okay #argue with the wall

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EEEEEEEEEEEE

Yield

@yarnprism another fic :0

I am also taking requests for any of the fandoms in my bio (including ultrakill lol)!

Shotgun pellets whizzed by his head, grazing the side of his helm. In response, he threw Justice and Splendor (his beloved swords) at the machine's sliding form. If only one of them landed, he'd be able pin it to the ground, effectively immobilizing them and-

Gabriel's thoughts were interrupted by a coin launched (parried) at the speed of light, hitting him square in the face. Momentarily stunned, he drew back and was immediately tackled by a blood-sucking freight train. For something built to be quick and nimble, V1 was surprisingly heavy. He groaned when he hit the ground, helmet scraping the dirt. V1 was perched on his back, knee pressing down on Gabriel's spine, pinning him to the floor, his wings splayed out on either side. It let out a mechanical growl, causing him to roll his many eyes. Apparently it had taken the words "fight me like an animal" to heart.

The two were enjoying their time on the surface, taking the time to spar every once in a while (every day). This was the fourth time in a row that V1 won that day. Gabriel on the other hand, was getting a bit frustrated, determined to win at least one round. While he was ruminating under the machine's hold, its knee drove itself into his spine, causing a yelp. Still, he didn't want to give up just yet.

"Ack! N-no. I do not yield." V1 just growled again. He squirmed against its hold, almost managing to throw it off balance, but it grabbed his side with the knuckleblaster to steady itself. He jumped like he was electrocuted.

"AAH! R-release me, machine! You will not-" V1 tuned the rest of his words out. It had an idea: a devious one. Gabriel was about to regret his stubbornness.

It used an arm to pin a flailing wing to the ground, gently but firmly. Gabriel froze.

"Machine? What are you-hey!" V1 grabbed one of Gabriel's arms and pinned it behind his back using its knee. He spun his neck around to glare at V1. His heart dropped when he saw two free hands wiggling their fingers towards him. 

"Wait! I-uh." The machine cocked its head as if asking "do you yield?" Oh absolutely not. It's not like a little bit of tickling was going to defeat him, he was the righteous hand of- 

Apparently he took too long to answer, because V1 started tracing patterns on his exposed sides. He cursed his armor for being so revealing.

He would deny the sweet giggles that spilled from his mouth (the judge of hell does not giggle) until the heat death of the universe. He grasped at the foliage beneath him to keep his composure, or at least what was left of it. That was unacceptable to V1; if Gabriel wanted to be stubborn, then he would have to beg for mercy. It reached a hand back and vigorously squeezed at his thigh. 

"Snrk-nahAHA! Nohohoho!" He hated the sound of his laughter, but hated losing even more. And so, he held strong. Or at least tried to. It became really difficult when V1 started clawing at the small of his back. 

Gabriel produced peals of laughter, kicking out his legs behind him. The tickling suddenly stopped, making him glance back at the machine. It signed with its free pair of hands. Yield? It asked. He shook his head adamantly. V1 flicked his helmet just to rile him up before it leaned over, fluttering its fingers on his neck. Gabriel squeaked like a mouse.

“Stahahap thihis foolishness! I wohohn’t give ihihin!” He growled through cackles. 

To V1, that sounded like a challenge. And boy, did V1 like challenges. It paused to figure out what spot to target next, but not before flicking his helmet once more for good measure. Gabriel made a frustrated sound. Ignoring him, its optic wandered over his back and settled at the base of his wings. They had smaller feathers, soft and wispy. For no other reason than wanting to touch them, V1 sunk its fingers into the downy fluff. It had to dodge a wing to the face when Gabriel screamed. Jackpot.

"..."

Time stood still for Gabriel, anticipating his most ticklish spot being relentlessly exploited. However, nothing happened.

"..."

"...Uh, are you- WAH! FUHUHUHUHUCK!" 

Oh, that sneaky bastard. V1 had waited until he let his guard down before scribbling deviously at the sensitive patch of skin guarded by feathers. His wings shot out, extending fully out of pure instinct, flapping under V1's hold. It felt like his nerves were being assaulted with hundreds of tiny shocks, leaving him in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Scratch that, he was practically screaming at this point. 

Uselessly, he pounded his fist on the ground to hold out a little longer, but the tickling seemed to be sapping his strength. By the time he tapped out, tears were forming at the corners of his eyes. 

"OKAHAY OKAY! I GIHIHIHIVE! MERCY PLEHEHEA-" 

The torturous fingers drew back immediately, ending their reign of terror. Gabriel found himself wheezy, despite not needing to breathe. His wings shivered from lingering sensations. He felt a weight lift from off his back, but was too tired to flip over once V1 got off of him.

The machine crouched down near his head, lightly tapping his helmet as if asking if he was alright. 

"Ihihim fine. But mark my words, machihine. I will claim victory one day." Though, that day was not today. Gabriel felt as if his bones were jelly, his armor being the only thing giving him form. He yawned.

"...That day will have to wait."

He took V1's extended hand and pulled himself up. After taking the short walk to the base they called home, he settled on their makeshift couch. V1 insisted on curling up beside him like a cat, to which he reluctantly allowed. Gabriel smiled as he drifted to sleep, encompassing them both in his wings. When he woke, he was the most rested he'd felt in ages.

#sfw tickling #fave #ultratickle #GABRIEL GETS WRECKED PART 86 #I swear like V1 just found out that Gabriel was ticklish one day and didn’t leave him alone about it #hense yeah V1 just bringing it up during sparring #I like to think it like thinks that it’s a genuine battle tactic until Gabriel told it otherwise #GRRRGGHGGH GABRIEL POUNDING HIS FIST ON THE GROUND #IM COMPLETELY NORMAL #COMPLETELY.

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HALLO.

repost cus mild mistake uhh

nothing bad ever happened to anyone just laughter and silly

nsfw dni

#sfw tickling #faith tickles #UEEUEUEUE #THIS IS SO CUTEE AAAUGGH #fave #IM SO NORMAL

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AND B.CURD CONTINUES TO COOK

Wing Worries

@yarnprism new fic just dropped :0

Summary: Gabriel needs help preening his wings, but he's a bit sensitive.

Gabriel groaned, struggling to grasp a pin feather on the outside of his right wing. No matter which way he turned, the stubborn thing was just out of reach. He stopped his twisting and turning, posture slumping. He was sitting on the edge of a surprisingly luxurious bed, feet resting on the wooden floor. The ferryman offered him and V1 refuge from the storm, to which both agreed. Gabriel was not nearly as untouchable after his fall, and V1 didn't like the rain (it washes away the blood, it signed). He sighed. He needed someone to help preen his wings.

Gabriel tended to avoid letting others touch his wings, partially because he didn't trust them, but also because his wings are… sensitive. V1, on the other hand, proved it could be trusted time and time again. It started with small gestures, like the machine catching fish for him to eat, but eventually evolved into greater acts of trust. He no longer hid away during the night; he trusted V1 not to kill him in his sleep. The machine always asked before feeding off of him, surprisingly polite for a murder machine. He could trust V1 with this, right? 

"Machine? I'm in need of a bit of assistance!" He called. He wasn't sure if the robot was in the next room, so he put effort into projecting his voice. There was a moment of silence followed by stern metallic footsteps. Gabriel was expecting V1 to arrive, but did not expect it to kick down his door, marksman pistol in hand. It quickly scanned the room, swiveling its optic towards Gabriel and cocking its head once it saw there was no danger. 

"I…You didn't have to do that, V1. There's nothing here for you to kill, I just…" Gabriel felt his face heat up behind his helm. "...I just need help with preening my wings."

V1 paused for a moment, processing his words. Gabriel's embarrassment doubled.

"Nevermind- I'll- “ His rambling was interrupted by an affirmative beep. V1 put their gun away, storing it in its wings (oh, so that's where it puts them, he thought). It gave a thumbs up and approached the bed. Before it could grab at his feathers, the machine suddenly froze, unsure of what to do. 

"Oh. I suppose I could guide you on what to do. I shall assume a more optimal position."

Gabriel laid flat on his stomach, resting his head on folded arms. His wings were draped over his back, like gorgeous, feathery curtains. V1 marveled at the iridescence. It kneeled behind them, gently running its hand over the feathers. 

"There's a pin feather I can't reach. Could you pull the shEATH-" At that moment, V1's fingers had skimmed the sensitive skin beneath his feathers. Gabriel tried to cover up his outburst by clearing his throat. 

"Uh, as I was saying, there's a thin sheath covering a pin feather. Could you remove it, please?" The machine pinpointed (haha) the feather and removed it with an efficiency that mortals would envy. Thankfully, it slid off without incident. He sighed in relief.

"Thank you, V1." Gabriel mumbled, overcome with relaxation. He hadn't had anyone preen his wings in eons and was practically melting into the bedsheets. 

"...I could also use some help with moving feathers back into place, but if you're busy, it's fine, I can always just do it myself-"

He was cut off once again by V1. Gabriel glanced back at the machine, seeing it shaking its head. It gestured between itself and his wings, indicating it was happy to do it for him.

"Oh. Well, thank you, V1." 

He settled back into the bed, confident the machine would be able to figure it for itself. And it did, but… it REALLY tickled. He found himself squirming and fluttering the wing that wasn't in V1's grasp. 

"Ngh! Mhmhmhm." He let out some rumbling chuckles, looking back at the machine. It stared back, managing to look smug even with one "eye." 

"Ohoho shut uhup. I don't wahant to hEAR-" This time, he cut himself off with a squeak, feeling a finger prod the skin under his wings. It was a sly warning: behave or else. 

"Ohokay okay! I'll stop talking." The machine made an amused whirr. 

He couldn't stay true to his words for long, however, as V1's fingers plunged further beneath his feathers. He took one of his arms from under his chin and draped his hand over the back of his head, trying to cope with the sensation. Every poke and graze caused a full body flinch, much to his embarrassment. The righteous hand of the father: unable to handle his wings being preened. He would deny the whine that drew from his mouth.

"Machihihne. You are dohoing that on purPOSE- GAH! I'M SORRIHIHIY. IHIHI'M SORRY!" V1 was fully scribbling at his wings, the muscle twitching underneath its fingers. Gabriel couldn't keep quiet even if he tried. He screeched with laughter, flapping his wings and lightly drumming his legs on the bed. His laughter kicked up a notch once he felt a hand gently, but firmly pin the flailing wing so it could easily tickle the quivering mess of an angel. It took another arm, the knucklebuster, and dragged a curious claw down Gabriel's spine.

The reaction was instant. He arched his back as far as it could go, desperately reaching back with his own hand to swat away V1's. Instead, the machine pinned his hand behind his back and used its last arm to scratch at his shoulder blades. 

"AH- NOHOHOHO! NAHAT THERE!" The right side of his body was nearly completely immobilized by V1, adding to his feeling of helplessness. It gave him butterflies in his stomach, face burning like it was on fire. Luckily, the machine sensed he was reaching his limit, retracting its arms and releasing his limbs. He immediately buried his head in his hands.

"Thahat was awfuhul."

As expected V1 did not respond. Instead, it laid its hands back on his wings. He flinched, preparing for another onslaught, but was pleasantly surprised when it gently began moving feathers back into place. Now that it was properly preening his wings, Gabriel felt like he could become one with the floor. All his muscles relaxed one by one and he let out a happy coo. He was much too tired to be embarrassed by his bird-like noises. Half asleep, he mumbled to V1, who was still busy preening.

"Mm. Y'know, you're going to have to apologize to the ferryman for ripping the door off its hinges." 

V1 made an unhappy beep.

#ultratickle #sfw tickling #fave #AAAAUGHHH WING TICKLES WING TICKLES #I NEVER SEE THIS TROPE EVER BUT ITS SO CUTE AUGH #THE BIRD COOING.. #Gabriel having bird tendencies my beloved #also he’s gotta fuckin preen!!! #but he’s too tksh to handle V1 helping him #STUPID ASS FUCKING EX-ANGEL AND HIS STUPID ASS MACHINE /pos

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There's something about the “something gets under the character's clothes and oh damn it actually tickles-” trope. that. makes me go feral. Their first yelp of surprise. The way they stand still, eyes widening in realisation. Then the first giggle slips, then another one, their body already giving a few twitches. And literally a few seconds later they're laughing their ass off, doing that goofy little dance and squealing “G-get it out, gehet it ouuut!” as they try to reach for that creature/thing themselves (unsuccessfully). Bonus points if their buddies are like “lol nah, this is too good~” and decide to enjoy the show for a minute or two alkskdjk-

This trope is so goofy, it's so fricking silly. Very silly. I love it and I need more of that.

bye lmao i was never here 🏃🏻

#sfw tickling #NO NO. YOURE SO RIGHT

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I’m hysterically giggling over the vid in your intro post

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HALLO NEW PERSON

I keep that video there so people will actually read my intro post

#non tickles #fucking around #raccoon anon

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OH MY FUCKING GOD

YOU ABSOLUTELY COOKED!!!! THIS IS WONDERFUL

All strung up- an ultrakill tk fic

@yarnprism, i thought you might enjoy this fic lol

Gabriel let out a sigh. Even though he didn’t need to breathe, it felt like an appropriate reaction to the situation at hand. After the light was torn from his body and 24 hours passed without incident, Gabriel felt lost, to say the least. It turns out the council even lied about his impending doom. Lying bastards, the lot. 

    He eventually tracked down the machine he once hated with every fiber of his being. V1 ended up exploring the surface, sustaining itself on the new life that began to prosper. It was tense at first, neither one being able to trust the other, but they bonded pretty quickly. It’s not like they had much else to do. Turns out, the machine had hobbies other than extreme violence, one of which being fishing. It provided sufficient blood and a decent meal for Gabriel, who had a newfound need for food, water and sleep. It was certainly something to get used to, after an eternity of being untouchable, but he enjoyed it. V1 taught him that what makes life valuable is that it is finite. In all his years, he could not cherish his time because it could not be quantified. It wasn’t until he (supposedly) had mere hours to live that he learned there was more to life than being a slave to the council. V1 felt a similar way, as a weapon created for a war that ended before it began. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel any comradery between the machine and himself. Two sides of the same coin, they are. 

    In their quest for friendship, Gabriel had gone ahead to scout for a new fishing spot for V1. He still had his wings after the fall, though less like a projection, and more feathery. Using said wings felt even more freeing than his previous projections. He could feel the wind rustling his feathers, and the sharp, yet gentle sting of air gliding against his skin. His armor was left at their base, choosing to wear just his tunic so flight would be easier. He observed the lush flora that started to flourish after the apocalypse, a sign that maybe, the world could be salvaged. Admiring the greenery turned out to be a mistake however, as he crashed into a set of broken power lines hanging over a building. Never had Gabriel been so grateful for the electrical grid being down.

    After the initial shock had worn off, he attempted to free himself, but only ended up getting himself more tangled. They’d curled around his wings, immobilizing them. It was a bit uncomfortable, but luckily didn’t cut off any blood flow. His arms were strung up above his head, the rest of his body dangling below, only inches from the ground. He was stuck. A sigh seemed to be a befitting reaction, and so he did. 

    Gabriel’s face burned in embarrassment, caught in an unbecoming situation. But! No worries, he could always just teleport himself out of these binds and- oh. He forgot he couldn’t do that anymore. He lost that ability along with his light. He groaned in frustration. He would just have to wait until V1 caught up with him. After a minute, Gabriel heard the familiar sound of the whiplash being cast out and retracted. He called V1 over.

    “M-machine?! I need assistance please.” 

The sounds paused for a second before continuing in his direction. Eventually, metallic steps sounded on the building he was strung over. An electronic trill played through V1’s speakers, a sound he had learned meant it was amused. He turned his head away in shame.

    “I… I don’t want to talk about it. Please just get me down?”

The machine nodded, approaching him to undo the binds that held the (former) Righteous hand of the Father. It grasped his waist, preparing to pull him down. He let out an uncharacteristic yelp.

    V1 quickly retracted its hands, cocking its head in concern.

    “It’s alright, you didn’t hurt me. It just…” He paused, refusing to meet V1’s optic. It definitely didn’t hurt, but it sure as hell tickled. 

    “...nevermind. You may continue.”

V1 narrowed its optic in response, as if doubting his answer. It grabbed his waist again, making Gabriel choke back some giggles.

    “Machihine! Be careful!”

It never encountered a predicament like this. If it didn’t hurt, then what was Gabriel feeling? V1 searched its database for a word to describe it, and quickly found the answer.

tick·le

/ˈtik(ə)l/

verb

1.

lightly touch or prod (a person or a part of the body) in a way that causes itching and often laughter.

It narrowed its optic again, this time in mischief. 

"What's with that look? No, wait, what are you- ngh!" He bit his lip to stop laughter from escaping as V1 poked his sides. He hadn't been tickled in over a millennium. It brought back fond memories of when he was a mere cherub, without a care in the world. His thoughts were interrupted by a squeeze to the hips. He let out a couple titters, despite trying not to. It wasn't until V1's hands wandered down to his thighs that he burst out laughing.

"Gah! Machihihihine! Nohot there!" V1 made another amused whirr. Keeping its hand squeezing at his thigh, it reached out with its knuckleblaster and gently clawed at his stomach. His laughter picked up a notch and his legs kicked out a bit. It felt like electricity was coursing through his body, despite the power lines lacking it. He hid his burning face in his shoulder. Though it was the most embarrassing moment he'd had in years, he'd be lying if he said he hated it. It felt like none of his worries mattered, not the council, not his loss of faith, just this odd sensation. Still, he had a reputation to uphold.

"Unhahahand me yohohou scoundREL! Shihihit!" The machine had added another hand to the mix, scribbling at his underarm. He cursed the multi-armed monster that stood before him. After a minute of "torture," all the hands suddenly drew back and he took the chance to catch his metaphorical breath. 

"Are…hah. Are you dohone?" Unsurprisingly, the machine didn't reply, simply staring at something behind him. It took a second to realize it was staring at his wings.

"What? Oh. No. No! Get away from me, you hunk of scrap!" Oh, that was a mistake. V1 glared at him from the insult. He shifted uncomfortably in response. Pulling at his binds only made them stretch taut.

"I-uh. I'm sorry? Wait, nononono. DohoHOHON'T! AHAHAHA!" Two hands scritched at the skin beneath his feathers, a much more intense sensation than before. An angel's wings were very sensitive, so he was glad it was being gentle, though it felt absolutely maddening. He was mortified at the snort his laughter produced. 

"Snrk-staHAHAHA!" He was struggling to form words at this point, arching his back in desperation. Gabriel screeched when another hand scribbled at his wings. Damn that arm-stealing machine! 

Meanwhile, said arm-stealer was having the time of its life. It hasn't seen Gabriel laugh much (other than during their second fight, where it was convinced he'd lost his mind), and was… happy? Yeah, it was happy. (emotions are hard) V1 was happy to help him let loose, making sure to keep its touches light, in fear of hurting the angel. They agreed no harm came to each other outside of sparring.

Gabriel on the other hand, was dying (kind of). He was thrashing like his life depended on it, squeezing his many eyes shut behind his helmet in laughter. His feathers bristled due to the sensation, inadvertently allowing more access to the sensitive skin underneath. When yet another hand was added to the mix, he threw his head back and let out a couple bird-like chirps, much to his embarrassment. With one last tug on his restraints, the power lines snapped, dropping Gabriel to the building. Luckily, the fall was negligible, but he still landed on his back with a solid oof. 

V1 beeped rapidly, its shoulders shaking up and down. It was laughing at him.

"Plehease… hah. Nehever do that again." 

The machine just snickered. Gabriel sighed, but truth be told, he didn't really mind.

"Ugh. Fihihine. Just…be gentle." V1 gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Gabriel gave a dazed chuckle, mimicking the gesture from his spot on the floor.

#ultratickle #sfw tickling #fave #HOLDING TGEM BOTH SO TUFGTLY #the bird chirps oh my god I didn’t even think of that #FUCKING #V1 HAVING THE DEFINITION FOR TICKLE JUST ON HIM #I’m completely normal guys I promise I promise I promi #GODDDD MY GOD

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GOD BLESS FELLOW ULTRAKILL TK COMMUNITY ENJOYER

Ultrakill Tickle Headcanons

Gabriel Ticklishness: 7.5/10

Does a full body flinch whenever a sensitive spot is touched

Makes the most hilarious yelp when caught off guard and will try to cover it up with a cough

Worst spots are his back and wings

Always tries to hold back his laughter but can never do it for long

Easily flustered

Will never directly admit he likes it, but is very (unintentionally) obvious about it

Flutters his wings when being tickled

His feathers bristle from the sensation when his wings are tickled

Thrashes like his life depends on it, needs to be pinned down or someone might get hurt lol

Has kicked V1 in the “face” before during his thrashing (he apologized profusely)

V1 found out he was ticklish when he grabbed his waist trying to get him untangled from some power lines he flew into (based on my fic)

When he laughs too hard, he might let out a some bird-like chirps (he’s very embarrassed by this)

Despises (loves) V1’s many tickly arms

Can't hold back giggles when V1 preens his wings

May try to hide his face in his arms or hands even though he already has his helmet

On the rare occasion he's a ler, he likes to tease his lee in a grandiose voice

V1 Ticklishness: 4/10

Can only be tickled when a weak electrical current runs through its system

Beeps rapidly and moves its shoulders up and down when it “laughs”

Shocked itself with a taser it found once and Gabriel found them “laughing” on the ground

Shocked Gabriel with the taser thinking it’d have a similar effect… it did not

Finds tickling fun, perfectly fine asking for tickles

Kicks its legs when being tickled

Uses its many arms to pin its lee (Gabriel)

The claws on the knuckleblaster are perfect for clawing at Gabriel’s stomach, he loves hates this

Likes to use the whiplash to tie up its victim

Loves how Gabriel can’t stay still while it preens his wings, may throw in some tickles on purpose

#rare ultrakill tickle content wow #ultratickle #GUYS. #tickle headcanons #LOSING MY MIND #I didn’t even think of the taser thing for V1 that’s so smart

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OHHH MY FUCKING GOD

only two hands this time…don’t like this all that much but erm…

nsfw dni

#faith tickling #sfw tickling #EEEEEEE JOHN!!!! #I LOVE HIM

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LEAVE MY BLOG ALONE?2!3!887

NO!!!!!

#non tickles #fucking around #it’s a secret

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Anakin Skywalker Tickle Headcanons!

Note: These are all SFW!!! sorry these are longer than my usual headcannon, I just had a lot of ideas for him

Lee

- He's really hypocritical when it comes to tickling, he cant handle a taste of his own medicine

- He has this cackle when you tickle him, and it is loud

- Despite his Jedi skills, he still manages to squirm without a method of getting away

- Someone described him being a lee like an "angry cat" and I fully agree with that

- He does try his best to get away from the tickles, whether its wiggling away or trying to get you back

- Its so funny to catch him by surprise, he lets out this howl of a laugh its hilarious

- He would've been tickled by Obi-Wan as a youngling and he still sometimes does just to mess with him

- His underarms have to be his worse spot, but good luck getting there, he is a Jedi after all

Ler:

- This man will have absolutely no mercy on you, especially if its for revenge

- Anticipation isn't his kind of thing, he just goes all in and just tickle attacks you

- If he knows your worst spot, he goes straight for it, no questions asked

- Hes the type of ler to hold up conversation while absolutely wrecking you, either trying to have a "conversation" with you or with someone else while you're giggling your head off

- Has tickled Ahsoka plenty of times, and they have tickle fights all the time, though he usually wins because he doesn't play fair as well as hes more experienced in general

- Doesn't hesitate to tickle Obi Wan, despite him being his master he does throw in some fun in the mix and has gotten better at getting him over the years

- He uses force-tickling to his advantage, if he can't get to you for whatever reason, such as if you escaped him while being chased, he can and will use the force to tickle you from afar

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