How Right You Are!

Have they ever came across a person who doesn’t like being tickled before? If so, what was their reaction?

Yes, it has happened a few times.

They can usually tell if someone doesn't like it, and will instead just give them a hug (and of the person is touch averse they will just chill nearby). They have fun just helping someone feel better, have fun, and even rest. If the person is content, then they are too.

If they did tickle someone who dislikes it, they would immediately back off as soon as the person got upset and apologize profusely. (they would also probably act like a sad puppy and feel horrible until they figured out how to make it up to the person)

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)

how the heckity heck did you get this done so fast???????!!!!!!!!

Hello! Here's a little fic for @serenityiskey based on her public request with Joyce and Hopper. Hope you like it!

(I am well aware it is currently October, but this was such a cute idea!)

Original Request:

PUBLIC REQUEST: I am in need of some Joyce x Hopper content. Maybe one where they are spending Christmas together and snuggling by a fire place (or heater) and reminiscing about when they were younger and Joyce could be like “I remember how sensitive you were back then” and she playfully tickles him resulting in hopper saying “as if you weren’t ticklish yourself! I always tickled you when you wanted to misbehave”

------

Remember That Christmas?

Christmas time had come to Hawkins, Indiana.

The children were playing out in the cold. Shops were full of people desperately trying to buy their last few presents. Christmas lights were on and glowing as the sun slowly slipped down the horizon.

A beautiful time of the year. If you didn't mind the cold, that is.

"I got enough of this weather in Russia." Hopper grumbled, turning the heater up.

"I don't think it's below zero outside right now." Joyce chuckled, waiting for him on the couch.

He sighed and sat back down next to her. She handed him the blanket and he quickly bundled up, forcing them to sit really close to each other.

Neither of them minded, of course. After the disaster that was the past few years, they had both grown incredibly close. Closer than most of the other couples in the town.

"Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Joyce asked suddenly, pulling the blanket closer to her chin.

"If I recall correctly," Hopper tapped his fingers. "You broke up with me two weeks after it."

Joyce smacked his arm as he laughed. "No I didn't!"

"Yehes, you dihid!" He shook his head. "It wahas ahawful."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, but I'm talking about the day itself. Not two weeks after!"

His laughter died down and he turned to her, a soft smile on his face.

"Of course I do." He said, holding her hand. "I came over to your house, petrified because I was terrified of your dad."

It was Joyce's turn to laugh. "You two ended up taking the largest tree you could find home! He loved you after that. My mom didn't though."

"She didn't? Why?" Hopper asked, completely shocked.

"Cause you both got pine needles ahall over the floor!" Joyce leaned on his shoulder, giggling at the memory. "Shehe was so pissed!"

"Oho yeah!" He chuckled. "She threatened to lock your dad outside because of it!"

"She did!"

They both laughed at the memory. It was nice to just sit and chill calmly. No monsters or impending doom.

"I also remember how ticklish you were back then."

Nevermind about the impending doom.

"Uh... What?" Hopper asked, hoping she didn't say what he thought she said.

She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "You were really ticklish!"

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"Wasn't."

"Were."

"Wasn't!"

"Are you still ticklish?"

For the second time, Hopper was taken aback. "Guh... No."

She sat up straighter. "You hesitated."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"Didn't."

"Did."

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"DidIHIN'T!"

Hopper shouted as Joyce squeezed his side from under the blanket. She smiled and kept going.

"You did too!"

"Johoyce! St-Stahap!" He giggled, shifting away slightly. The blanket was in his way, so he didn't get far.

"This is adorable." Joyce's grin widened as she spidered up his ribs. "The great Jim Hopper is adorable when tickled. And is ticklish, for that matter. Who woulda thought?"

"Ahaham nohohAHAhat!" He yelped as she used her other hand to scratch his stomach

"What? Not ticklish? Or not adorable?" She shifted around to face him better and squeezed both his sides. "Cause with how this is going, both are true."

"SHUHUT UHUP!" He cackled, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away.

She yelped as she was dragged onto him, her wrists soon trapped in one of his hands.

"From what I remember," Hopper panted, smiling for a different reason now. "You were ticklish too."

Joyce opened her mouth to protest, but it was quickly replaced by loud laughter as he clawed at her stomach.

"HOHOHOP!" She shrieked, twisting in his grip. "NAHAHAT FAHAIR!"

"It's completely fair!" He rested his chin on her shoulder. "Not my fault you haven't worked out yet!"

She shook her head, too overcome by laughter to reply. Her legs kicked out, pushing one of the blankets off the couch and sending a pillow flying.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that- Woah, hey!"

Joyce lunged back, throwing all her weight on her attacker. Caught by surprise, Hopper fell onto his back, his hand slipping off hers.

She quickly turned around, sitting on his thighs, and smirked down at him.

"I have been working out." She panted this time. "And I also win."

Without hesitation, she shoved her hands under his arms, laughing as he screamed.

It was his turn to kick and flail. His arms locked to his sides on instinct and he couldn't lift them up as she attacked. Another pillow ended up flying through the air.

"Hope you didn't break anything with that." Joyce said, mimicking his gruff voice.

"OHOK, OHOHOK! YOUHOU WIHIHIN!"

Joyce stopped imidietly, pumping her fist in victory. She got off him and sat back in her original spot.

Hopper just laid there, rubbing his face. "You are a mean woman." He said, eventually sitting up.

She grinned back at him. "Or you're just too ticklish."

He huffed and rolled his eyes, fixing the blankets. They curled back up together, watching the children play outside the window.

Christmas time didn't suck, even with the cold. As long as he had someone to hang out with during the holiday.

"So... Are you still cold?"

"That's it!"

-----------

Well, ok. This is my first tickle fic that I have ever posted, so this is terrifying.

In all honesty, I may do more Joyce x Hopper cause this was really fun to write.

Up next: an OC fic. (If everything goes according to plan)

Hope everyone enjoys!

✨ticklish antlers✨

Heyo it’s 11:32pm and I’m officially going to bed but before I do I wanted to say Happy Newyear to everyone and thank you for making 2022 a great year for me here! Through ups and downs and everything between- here’s to a grand 2023 for everyone!

Frank and Hazel!!!!!!!

You're Perfect As You (PJO/HOO)

ok ok ok ok ok so its the first time I'm doing this and this is comepletely random but HERE @carrie-tate I MADE A THING FOR NO REASON BUT HAVE THIS *blush blush blush blush* I've super super super super super love your PJO fan art and I really like them (also this couple gets like no attention but idk why they are like my favorite) and I know we've spoken like twice? but I just wanted to make this just cause also its reeeeeeally long sorry ok enjoy *shoves this at you then runs away and hides*

One could describe the perfect morning as what follows: Sunshine softly bleeding through the curtains, the warm light delicately kissing against smooth skin, and the warmth flooding into the bedroom. Sweet chirps of birds called from the outside and a gentle breeze rustled the tree by the window. Sheets and pillows strewn about on the mattress which was soft and inviting. And with a small excited gasp, you realized it was Saturday.

That's how Hazel Levesque would describe a perfect morning. And yet… something was missing. As she yawned and stretched, Hazel realized she was alone. Where was her boyfriend? He wasn’t hard to miss, especially due to his bulky size. (She loved waking up and clinging to his arm, knowing he was always too tired to push her away.) But she couldn’t feel his presence in the bed. Sitting up, she tried to get a look into the kitchen to see if he was making breakfast, but again she found nothing. She knew he didn’t work today, so where was he?

“Frank?” she called out. Before she could rip the sheets away, she heard a small mrrow? Lifting up the covers, she couldn’t help but smile as a small orange cat looked at her with a pleased expression. She giggled and scritched its head. “Frank, is that you?”

The cat meowed again and stretched, acting as if its arms were reaching for her. It stood on its legs and trotted closer, nuzzling into her hand. Hazel giggled again and laid down with the cat immediately worming its way in her arms, purring very loudly. She cuddled the cat close and hummed as she rubbed her face against its fluffy fur, stroking its tummy as well. If it was possible, the cat purred even louder.

“We should do this every morning, hm? Although, I’d prefer you as a fat, happy bulldog. I bet you’d really like belly rubs as a bulldog, wouldn’t you?” Hazel suggested, letting out a huffed chuckle as the cat meowed again. An hour passed and the cat slipped from Hazel’s grip and as it jumped off the bed, its form grew as Frank finally revealed himself.

“Noooo, more cat cuddles!” Hazel whined as she reached for her boyfriend. Frank chuckled, stretching his back then leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Sorry, but this cuddly cat wants pancakes. You’d better get up and help or you won’t get any.” Frank kissed her head again and left her on the bed. She was up in an instant, following him out the door saying, “Like hell I’m not getting pancakes!”

Breakfast was made and eaten with lovely lo-fi beats to accompany them (Frank’s choice). Then, they began to settle down for the day. Hazel sat on the couch with her book as Frank laid his head on her lap while home remodeling shows played on the TV. As Hazel read, she carded her fingers through Frank’s short hair. She enjoyed the soft hums of pleasure that rumbled from his muscular chest.

Losing her train of thought, Hazel began to admire Frank’s form. He was built perfectly. He was muscular but not too bulky which was Hazel’s favorite thing. You could feel the pure muscle from his arm and he didn’t even need to flex. His entire chest was chiseled graciously from his pecs to his abs. His legs were something to marvel as well. It was embarrassing how easy Hazel blushed when Frank flexed his thighs and quads. But she couldn’t help herself. There was so much to love about him. And not just his body, she loved Frank because of how his kindness was unyielding. And the best part was that it was infectious. He was a loveable goofball that managed to get everyone giggling at his jokes or his silly solutions. Hazel was hopelessly in love.

Her arms moved before her mind did, setting her book aside and sliding her hand across Frank’s chest to his stomach. Frank let out a small gasp and smirked, fighting back a snicker. Hazel nearly squealed aloud but held strong, grinning back to him instead. She softly pet his tummy, turning his smirk into a bright smile. He put a hand around her wrist but his grip was so soft she barely felt it.

“Hehey, what are you doing?” he chuckled. He looked to his girlfriend’s eyes, fighting back a nervous giggle when he noticed the now mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Can’t I give my boyfriend a tummy rub? You seemed to like it a whole lot earlier~” teased Hazel, ever so slightly curling her fingers to make her giddy boyfriend jump. Frank did just that, twitching from her fingers while biting his lip.

“Y-You can… but…” Frank whined slightly and covered his furiously blushing face with his hands. Hazel laughed and shifted herself so she had both hands stroking his stomach.

“But what, Frankie? What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Hazel’s honey smooth voice continued to tease as she now drummed her fingers against Frank’s hardened abs. Frank chuckled ‘miserably’ in his hands, lightly kicking his feet up as a very adorable reaction. The shapeshifter peeked at Hazel from his fingers and whined, “dohohooon’t…”

“Why nooooooot?” Hazel whined back but in a more playful tone. She gave a small pinch to his ab which made him squeak as he reached down to lightly push her hands away, but that proved useless.

“Because! It’ll tickle…” he said quietly, almost as if someone else would find out.

“I mean, that’s kinda why I wanna do it, dum dum,” she admitted. She started poking around Frank’s stomach that made him squeak once again and lean his head back, giggling oh so cutely. He gently thumped his heel against the sofa cushion to try and cope with the electrifying feeling. Hazel giggled and paused for a moment, taking Frank’s chin and gently directing his face towards her.

“I won’t do anything without permission.” That declaration from his girlfriend really sent him over the edge. Frank’s face went fully red as he covered his face again. After a pause he muttered, “m’kay.”

Hazel grinned and wiggled her fingers. Gasping like the first time, Frank started to chuckle sweetly, melting Hazel’s heart instantly. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, wrapping his arm around his chest as he tried his best not to lean off the couch. As Hazel’s fingers drummed and wiggled against his abs the more Frank’s laughter grew.

“Hmhm Hmhmhmhmhm… kkh… hehehehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahaha!” giggled Frank, now slightly arching his back off the couch.

Frank didn’t get tickled much since of his size and build, he suspected, but he didn’t mind when someone would try. Hazel found out his weakness on the Argo II and he didn’t necessarily say anything about it. No “please don’t tell anyone!” or “if someone asks me if I’m ticklish I know you’ll have told them” or anything like that. He always loved the games his mom would play with him, the stories she’d tell him as she tickled him silly. It made him feel… very warm inside. So having his girlfriend  just up and do this out of nowhere made his heart flutter.

“Such a giggly goose- wait, are geese ticklish? Would you know Frank? I mean, can we test it?” Hazel was now unintentionally teasing the poor shapeshifter who now giggles at a higher pitch as Hazel swirled circles on his belly. He tittered and giggled, lightly kicking the arm of the couch as he fought with his arms to not block Hazel out. She started poking and prodding up his sides which made him squirm back and forth like a salsa dancer.

“Haha, Frankie! You’re so cute when you’re squirmy! What if I get you here?” Hazel pondered as she climbed her hands up to his armpit.

“EEHEE!” Frank shrieked and shot his arms to his sides, trapping his girlfriend’s evil hands where they were, digging into his highest rib.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha Selllll! Thahahahahat’s my tihihihihihihihihihickle spohohohohohohot! Gahahahahahahaaa! I cahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaan’t!” Frank’s laughter rang true through their small apartment. And Hazel positively died of cuteness and cooed right back to him.

“Aww! That’s your tickle spot, huh? Does it tickle in your tickle spot?” She giggled as Frank nodded honestly, whimpering and laughing in the same breaths. Hazel forced her fingers upwards and that had Frank in stitches. He hugged his arms tight over his chest, kicking his feet harder now and shook his head back and forth as happy laughter burst from his throat.

“Nooooooooooooooo! Ah Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Azael! Come ohohohohohohohohoh! Nohohohohoho armpihihihihhihihihits! Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Oka Hahahahaha Hay okay! Plehehehehehehehease!” Frank begged as he started to lose his mind. Taking pity on her large boyfriend, she stopped her wiggling fingers. This let the shapeshifter take in a huge gulp of hair, panting and giggling as air was restored to his lungs. Hazel was about to leave well enough alone, but there was one problem.

“Uh… Frank?” she asked. Mentioned boy looked up tiredly to find Hazel’s hands were still stuck in his armpits. “I, uh, I kinda need these, babe.”

Frank froze… then shook his head rapidly. Hazel laughed and tried tugging her hands out, but her only result was ticklish glee from her boyfriend. She laughed again and tugged one last time. Half to prove a point, and half to hear that sound again.

“Bahabe! You need to lift your arms!” Hazel demanded, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

“Nohoho! You’re gonna tickle mehehe!” Frank argued, amused with not only the situation but as well as the simultaneous tickles.

“I’m gonna tickle you if you keep my hands here!” Hazel and Frank laughed for a moment before both calming, taking in giggly breaths. “Ok Frankie bear. If you lift up your arms, I promise I won’t tickle you. Swear on my life. Got it babe?”

Frank looked at her, still giggling through intervals of breaths. He sounded like a hysterical out of breath toddler, it was so cute! Hazel couldn’t stand it, her forehead falling on his chest.

“Cohome on, Frank! It’s not that hard!”

“Give me a second! Ghosh, what hurry are you in? I'm the phone losing my mind!” Frank giggled as he fussed over her. She couldn’t give him just one second to man up?? He finally, finally caught his breath enough to focus.

“On the count of three, ok?” He looked at Hazel who nodded. Frank took a deep breath and exhaled. “One… two… three!”

In one swift movement, Frank lifted his arms and Hazel ripped her hands out his armpits as Frank shot his arms back down.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Big baby,” Hazel teased, kissing his nose. Her hazel hair fell into Frank’s face causing him to smile. He brought his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her in for a kiss. When they parted, Frank started giggling again.

“What is it?” Hazel asked, humored.

“You taste like coffee.” Frank pressed their foreheads together and kissed her again. It was Hazel’s turn to giggle because when they broke away, she responded with, “And you taste like maple syrup.”

The two hummed and giggled, nuzzling their noses together and kissing every so often. And whispering ‘I love you’ to each other like it was their little secret.

Perfect wasn’t just a way to describe a morning. It was to describe their life, their love. It was all… perfect.

I know I have been absent for a LONG while, but I am going to join! it will probably be in writing since art block is still full force. a lot of the prompts will include my oc's mixed with fandoms, but we shall see. I want to get back into the swing of things and I hope people enjoy.

#augtickletober2023 is here!

Hello everybody, and welcome back to Tickletober!!

As per the poll I held earlier this year on @august-anon, 2023's list is releasing in July this year! Hopefully this gives you guys some more time to plan and prepare for October!

This list is open to anyone and everyone who wants to use it. Do as many or as few days as you'd like, mix and match, do them out of order, substitute another tickletober prompt list alongside it, whatever you wanna do!! And, of course, please interpret the prompts however you want, whatever way works for you!

Come October, I'd love to see all of your creations! I'm sure there will be other lists floating around, there's usually at least a few, so to keep things organized, please tag your works under #augtickletober2023 so that I can find them and reblog them. I'll be going through the tag throughout October to see what you all have been creating!

Have fun everyone!!!

gosh darn it....... why ot be accurate

Another one

sure, why not

Reblog if You Want Random Questions In Your Inbox

Me at midnight