A Nutcrackers Weakness By Cowstar On @DeviantArt

A Nutcrackers weakness by cowstar on @DeviantArt

My first tickle fanfic I made of the nutcracker 😁

hello friend its me westerntails. I got a new phone the other day so right now I am trying verify my email which I am having trouble with right now

fic is out!!

you know that one fic I said would be ready about a week ago, well it's done now!

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by ya_mari_6363

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GHIBLI GIGGLES

Just some quick tickly drabbles of Studio Ghibli characters. Lol

As Kiki moved hand-over-hand up the ladder on the side of Ursula's forest cabin, the artist came into view, sitting among her many crow friends and drawing their portraits in charcoal...as usual. She was plopped down right on the apex of the roof, with her legs stretched out on either side of her.

"Hey Kiki," Ursula called down, not looking up from her sketchpad. "Just gimme a few minutes here."

"Wow...there are even more crows here than usual," Kiki observed. The young witch found her eyes glancing around at the huge flock in the trees, their feathers coming down like the first snow.

"Yeah, they're gonna be ready to migrate soon," Ursula remarked. "I'm excited to get some last drawings in before they disappear for a while."

Kiki blew a thin black feather out of her face as it rolled down the roof toward her. It came to rest on her fingers, which were still on the top rung of the ladder, where she gingerly retrieved it. She spun it around in between her thumb and forefinger, and a playful thought crossed her mind. Very carefully, Kiki reached up and stuck the feather in the thin space between Ursula's sandal and the bottom of her foot, and it made her friend jump.

“Heheh-Heh! Hey! No tickling. Heh-Heh Ha!” Ursula laughed. Looking down again, she waggled her finger at Kiki, feigning a sisterly sense of disapproval. This made Kiki giggle.

The witch tossed the feather aside and clambered up onto the roof, with a helpful pull on her wrist from Ursula, and no more was said about it.

Splash!

Frothing bubbles crashed down into the massive basin, filling the room with steam. The hot herbal rinse did little to chip away at the layer of earth caking the tub, but Yubaba always insisted on waiting to clean them until they were too dirty to use. Cheap.

Lin groaned and attempted to scrub the bath’s inner walls with her sponge, without getting wet. Her new assistant, a fair-haired and full-figured 20-something called Chi, had already given up and taken the plunge.

“Ugh. This is no use. I’m gonna have to go in.” Lin turned down her pink uniform until she was in her purple underclothes, held her nose, and hopped into the bath like a frog. Her foot slapped down into a thick layer of something that resembled ectoplasm. When her palm sunk down into the mud, her whole body tensed up and shivered.

“...iiick…I’m gonna need a bath too after this,” Lin grumbled, pulling her hand from the water and allowing the filth to slough off.

“Well, I can help you with that!” Chi cheerfully chimed in. Giggling excitedly, the enthusiastic assistant reached in from behind and scrubbed Lin’s back.

“AH! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” Lin suddenly bellowed. The sponges were working over her sides, and it made her jump. “Cut that out, we have to work!” she laughed and splashed the soapy water at Chi.

Taking advantage of her foe’s momentary blind spot, Lin shoved her hands under the water and squeezed the squealing Chi’s waist. The two splashed one another for a few more moments…a fleeting bit of joy amongst the labor…and then returned to work in a much better mood.

Fio Piccolo dangled by her wrists from the wing of the Dabohaze, her legs swaying in the breeze. One little slip, and she’d drop fifty feet into the water. The seaplane wasn’t going fast or performing any kind of intense acrobatics, but the danger still felt palpable as wind whisked through her hair.

“Now, Miss Fio, when Porco sees you’re missing he’ll come for you, then we’ll gently let you off and have a proper, honorable dogfight! Like you showed us!” the Boss of Mamma Aiuto roared to her over the noise of the propellers.

“It’s not very honorable to kidnap a young woman to make one of your fellow pilots fight you! You morons should be ashamed of yourselves!” retorted Fio angrily.

“But we’re never going to hurt you! That’s honorable, right?”

The rest of the Mamma Aiuto gang craned themselves far outside the cockpit (on Fio's right side, from where she was hanging) to stare at her, big grins popping out from under their bushy mustaches. The pirates all chortled and exchanged darting glances at each other, like little boys in front of a girl for the first time. One of them, seemingly dared by the others, sheepishly reached out toward her.

"Duhh...gawsh, you sure are cute, Miss Fio," the dumb ogre gurgled, his nose pinker than usual as he tried to brush her hair out of her face.

"Hm! That is not how you speak to a fellow sea-plane pilot and engineer! You show more respect!"

To be completely fair to the pirates, Fio was adorable when she acted defiant.

"Cootchie cootchie coo," he spoke as if talking to an infant. Stretching out his index finger, the pirate reached into the billowing folds of her plaid shirt and gently scratched underneath Fio's armpit. Suddenly, a huge, silly smile stretched across her face and she began to wiggle in the air.

"Haha-Ha! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! What are you doing?! Ha-Ha Ha!" She had a bright, bubbly laugh that could have cracked even the stoniest heart. Fio couldn't believe it...the guy honestly thought he was flirting with her.

As she struggled to pull herself up, all the while laughing and thrashing midair, the gang members couldn't help but look at her...from their vantage point, it was quite alluring to watch.

"Heh-Heh Heh...you were right, Miss Fio; your butt IS bigger than it looks," another pirate droned stupidly, reaching out to grab her too. His beefy fingers squeezed between her ribs and slid deep into her pants pockets, the better to pinch her hips.

"Haha-Ha! Heh-Hey! Don't look at my b-hutt! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! If y-hoo...if you d-hon't stop tickling me, I'll...Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! I'll fahall!"

"Huhuh; wow, she's so pretty."

“HEY YOU IDIOTS! Don’t touch Miss Fio! We love and respect her very much on this plane!” Boss roared.

All at once, the playful tickling stopped. His minions groaned in disappointment and hung their heads as they slunk back into the cockpit.

“You sure have a funny way of showing it. Humph!” Fio huffed.

Howl never shied away from his avian transformation, but all the same, he had a sense that its presence caused Sophie discomfort. So he was surprised when she asked him to take this shape for her.

She'd come home that day saddened, dwelling on the past and her family, and her worries of future war, once again. Her young eyes couldn't hide the weary, reminiscing old soul behind them. After changing into her pajamas, she eased herself under the sheets next to her love with a heavy sigh.

"Have you had a hard day?" he whispered to her, running his fingers through her hair. She rested her head on his chest and sighed again.

"I just...I need a hug," she told him. "I've been so worried about how things are going to go."

Howl pulled her tight.

"There, there," he said. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Howl...could you change into a bird again? When we held each other that way...I…it’s strange, but I don't think I'd ever felt so comforted."

With a series of low, rustling cracks, like the popping of rice cereal, black feathers slowly protruded through Howl's skin. Wings snapped out of his spine and shook to life, scattering plumage around their bed. His arms and wings and chest all smothered her, cradling Sophie in a blanket of inky down. The soft plumes drew themselves across her cheek, as if wiping away a tear that hadn't yet come. All of her worries and cares melted away.

However, she hadn't considered that the times before, when she'd hugged him this way, she'd been practically entombed in stifling Victorian clothing. Here, her shoulders, arms, legs, feet, and neck were bare, and the feathery snuggling began to make her snicker.

"Hmmm...Hmhm-Hm, Hmhm! Heh...Hoho...please be careful," a soft plea carried out of her closed lips. Her eyebrows drew back into nervous happiness.

"Heh...what? What's wrong?" Howl asked her, gliding one of his forearms along her side. The feathers brushed under her arm and she involuntarily squirmed.

"Oho no, please, please don't, please, I'm so ticklish," she begged him, trying in vain to stifle her pretty laughter.

"Why do you do that? Why do you always cover your mouth when you smile?" Howl was playful but slightly more deliberate now. His wings rustled and caressed her calves and the soles of her feet. His fingertips pried the soft creases between her ribs, and feathers cuddled their way against her ears. It was gentle, soft, but still set her nerves alight.

"Hmhm-Heh! Heheh-Haha! Ah Ha-Ha Ha...noho please don't! It tick-hlhl-hlhles! *gasp* Heh-Heh Heh!" Sophie buried her face in his chest plumage to stop herself from laughing. Howl just chuckled, and before Sophie could open her eyes, the feathers had magically gone from his body.

"Better?" he asked her.

She exhaled happily and reached her arm up to cradle his neck. Almost ready to drift off to sleep.

"Mmmmm....yes....thank you."

Lisa's time beneath the waves with Granmamare and Fujimoto and all the denizens of the nursing home seemed to stretch on for days. Time itself moved like the water around them...calm, still, teeming with life but at its own leisurely pace. She did worry about her son and Ponyo, but continued reassurances from the ocean goddess calmed her nerves. So enthralled was Lisa by the constant swirl of marine life around her that she often wound up halfway out to sea before someone stopped her.

"It's funny, how you can look right at the sun from under here," she noted, staring up through the liquid ceiling high above her. As she stopped to look, a sea turtle slid against her calves and gently carried her off her feet. She laughed and rolled backwards through the green sea. Suddenly, Lisa felt a fluttering sensation against her neck. There beside her was one of Ponyo's many embryonic sisters, staring with her massive fishlike eyes.

"Well hello there, little one. Can I help you with something?" Seemingly unprompted, the tiny creature wriggled along Lisa's neck and down her side, and her body twisted away.

"Ooo, Heheh! Don’t tickle!”

"My children like you," laughed Granmamare from underneath her jellyfish dome. No sooner had she spoken than dozens upon dozens of the red minnows honed in on Lisa as bees to a queen, their fins and noses pecking at her all over. They carried her up off the ground in a torrential red cloud, casting pockets of light across the sea beneath her as they swam. Some of them paddled through her shirt, under her arms, against her belly, some squirmed around under her toes.

"Ah! Hoohoo, Heh, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Haha-Ha! GAH, it's like being tickled by a million fingers at o-honce! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Let me go!" Lisa burst into joyful laughter and twisted around in her swirling red prison.

“Heheh…alright, girls, you’ve said hello enough,” Granmamare called out.

The legion of fish obediently guided Lisa back to solid ground and swam to the safety of their mother’s arms. She was still laughing, but the sight caused a slight pang in Lisa’s chest. The young mother wondered as she had before when she would get to hold her own son again, and how long it would be before he and Ponyo swam to safety.

After a long day of experimenting on her plants, Nausicaa was more than ready to turn in. In her stone tower chamber, she sighed and plopped down on the bed. The princess tossed her helmet aside and unfasted the straps on her blue leather gaiters, but stopped just short of actually taking them off. The fruitless labor had begun to weigh on her soul, and more and more often she caught herself stopping to dwell in a haze of insecurities. Sensing her down mood, her little fox-squirrel hopped up onto the sheets and nuzzled warmly against her side. With a sad smile, Nausicaa picked him up and leaned back against her pillow.

"Hmm...what do you think, Teto? I don't know if we'll ever be able to grow plants like we used to," she looked directly into his shiny green eyes as she spoke softly to him. He squeaked, trying to assuage her worries. "I feel like I'm just flying in circles. There's gotta be something I'm missing."

She placed him back down on the bed beside her, and the little fuzzball darted around to various spots on the sheets as if he were chasing a light.

All of a sudden, Teto burrowed himself into her opened gaiter and slid down inside her right boot. The princess lurched and forcefully gripped the sides of her bed.

"NAAAHHHH!! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! N-ho, get out of there! You’re tickling me; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Hnhn-Ha! Ahh, Haha!" Nausicaa laughed helplessly and bucked around, but she made a valiant effort to not flail too hard...she didn't want to hurt Teto! The little beast was scurrying around in the hollow space above her foot. His long tail wrapped around her like a coil, its every soft hair torturously dusting her sole...her toes...her ankle. His tiny claws scritched as if he were digging a hole, making sure to rake across the inner arch of her foot with manic precision. Nausicaa had no idea, until that moment, how ticklish she really was.

"Ah-Ha Ha-Ha! Teto, stop, Ha-Ha Ha!"

Thankfully, it was only a few more moments before he dashed out of her boot again and hurried back toward her lap. Teto sat there right between her legs, staring directly at her, as if expecting a berry or some other treat. Nausicaa slowly pulled her foot back toward her body and reached again for the straps on her covering. She just giggled at her confused little pet, who cocked his head toward her.

"Come on Teto. Let's get ready for bed."

"You sure you want to do this? Your painting looks so beautiful already," Kiki asked. She and Ursula had spent the morning on the floor of the latter's forest hut, flecking impressionist strokes of aqua colors all over a massive canvas. They'd played with dozens of shades and hues and were covered in speckles. And now, both were up to their elbows (literally) in deep purples and a swirled marble crimson.

"Of course! This was the whole idea," answered Ursula, pulling her arms from the large tray of paint. "I've always wanted to try an abstract composition with hands. Now come on, let's do it!"

Before long the canvas was splattered with palm prints of all colors, a forest of fiery arms stretching through a pond of blue and green. Ursula excitedly wiped her brow, flakes of dried pigment scraping from her forearm.

“Whew! Oh, I’ve got an idea! Kiki, put your foot down on the painting; I want to trace it.”

Obediently the witch girl dropped into a chair and pulled off her right shoe. She delicately pressed her bare sole against the canvas…ew. The fresh paint felt cold and a bit sticky. Kneeling, Ursula pulled a paintbrush from its bath in a nearby purple can. The bristles had nearly become crusty by then, but it was still usable enough, and she started to draw around Kiki’s foot.

“Ah HAAA-Ha! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!” When the brush caressed along the inner curve of her arch, Kiki squealed with laughter and couldn’t help pulling her foot away. She accidentally flicked a dab of wet paint with her toe, and this single drop landed squarely on the tip of Ursula’s nose. An awkward silence.

“Ha-Ha Heh-Heh Heh! Wow, I didn’t expect that. Ok, you gotta hold still,” the artist girl laughed and tried to resume her tracing, making a more concerted effort to move the brush outward. Kiki bit her lip stubbornly and managed to stay motionless for a few brief moments, but when the fine little hairs traced around the back of her heel in an arc, she cracked again.

“Heh-Ha! *gasp* Aha Huh-Huh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! I can’t! I cahan’t!” the poor witch girl whined, face buried in her hands, and yanked her foot off the canvas again. Ursula was clearly loving this.

“Heheh! Alright, you wanna be part of my masterpiece or not?”

“Um…y-yes,” Kiki giggled, nervous.

With one hand, Ursula held a firm grip on Kiki’s ankle, and with the other, she resumed.

“Now keep your foot still!”

“Heheh-HUH! *gasp**squeak* I’m s-HORRY, it…it tickles!” Kiki was laughing so hard she could barely speak. Her eyes covered in embarrassment, she doubled over in the chair and pulled her leg as much as Ursula’s grab allowed. It seemed that her artist friend was taking a long time to do something as simple as tracing a foot. When the brush’s wet bristles slid just around and between her toes, Kiki thought for a moment that she was going to die from laughter. But after a few more uncaring strokes, the tickle torture was over.

She fell back into her chair, hand clasped to her stomach, desperately sucking air into her lungs. The line meant to represent her footprint was all squiggly and wrong and badly proportioned. But Ursula didn’t seem to mind.

“There; now was that so bad?” she teased. "Don't worry, I can fix it. We'll try something else."

“Ok…now it’s your turn,” Kiki insisted. It was the only time, in the entire span Ursula had known her, that the witch girl seemed even vaguely threatening. Just a tiny bit.

“No way, I’m not doing that,” laughed Ursula. "I'm the artist, you're the assistant. If someone here has to get tickled to death, it's you!"

Nearby, inside a smaller tray, there laid a fluffy paint roller with a shag-like texture, perfect for splattering a rough hand-drawn look on a much larger scale. It was dipped in a mustard hue that, on reflection, may have been a nice highlight for Kiki's red-flecked arms. Thinking fast, Kiki grabbed the tool and vigorously began painting her friend's bare sole. The roller quickly slathered the bottom of Ursula’s foot in a coat of yellow, and it made her toes wiggle. Ursula tried to escape, but she suddenly felt a hand gripping her right ankle, and Kiki's left leg wrapped around her own like a pretzel.

“Hihih-HEE-Hee; Heheh-Heheh Heh! Hnhn-Heh! *gasp* Hehey, heh-heh-hey! Th-hat’s not fahair!” Ursula giggled and flailed but failed to pull her ankle out of the leglock.

“Come on, you have to add your print too!” laughed Kiki, struggling to hold her friend down.

“Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Ahalright, I’m sorry, Heheh-Hee! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” Ursula attempted to toss a paint tray at Kiki, but the young witch had great reflexes, and it simply cluttered to the ground behind her. She needn’t have bothered, though - the painting stopped a moment later.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle!” Kiki couldn’t disguise the fun she was having. “It’s not all the way yellow yet, just a sec! Heheh! Aaaand…done!”

Her leg free, Ursula slumped back and didn’t even notice at first that she’d rested her foot on the canvas, leaving a smeared yellow print behind. The two could only burst out laughing.

“There, are we even?” inquired the painter with a grin.

Kiki smiled.

“Hm! Yeah…we are.”

It wasn’t always the easiest task, but Sheeta and Pazu still found ways to visit Laputa and its lone remaining intelligence: the groundskeeper. There was very little they themselves could do in caring for the plants or fox-squirrels, but the ruined kingdom had a hold on their hearts that they couldn’t shake. The critters always tittered with excitement on their arrival, and the robot always offered a flower. This was all it could do, but the gesture was still nice. And each time it tried to learn more about its visitors.

The gardening robot reached down slowly, as if it were still trying to understand the concept of “humans.” Its long metal finger grazed Pazu’s stomach, and the boy jumped back with a start.

“Whoa, what’s that about?” he asked, somewhat nervous.

“I think he wants to know what it’s like being ticklish,” Sheeta laughed.

Sadly for Pazu, the gardening robot was curious, and a learning machine. Its gears clicked and whirred, processing the neural receptors’ actions. It reached down again and scraped Pazu’s stomach once more, this time more deliberately.

“Hhheheh! Kn-knock it off!” Pazu shuddered at the cold touch and shoved against the robot’s hand, pushing it away. “Geez, what’s wrong with this thi…”

Pazu did a double take…out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Sheeta’s face had changed. She was wearing the goofiest smile he’d ever seen on her, and her hands were up close to her face. She let her fingers hang down and tantalizingly began to wiggle them like the legs of a spider. Pazu’s eyes widened.

“Wait…NO-” he tried to protest, but before he knew it he was on the ground, pinned by Sheeta’s legs, straddling his hips. Soon she was tickling him all over and giggling herself silly.

“H-Heh…Heheh-Haha! *gasp* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Sh-Sheeta, Ha-Ha! Not my ribs, please!” Pazu opened his mouth wide and began to laugh. His voice was scratchy and too deep for his age, but Sheeta just found this endearing.

“Awww, Pazu, look how ticklish you are!” Sheeta was so excited. She smiled nonstop and roughly wiggled her fingers up and down Pazu’s ribs and sides. They poked and squeezed firmly until Pazu finally couldn’t take it anymore, and with a powerful thrust of his leg he threw her back into the grass.

A vengeful fire flickered in his eye. With a face full of mischief he dove on the Laputian girl and viciously began to enact his vengeance.

“Ha! Haha-Ha! Oh no, Pazu, stop; Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” Sheeta had already been laughing so hard, being tickled just put tears in her eyes. She pulled her elbows in to cover her belly, but it was no use.

“Haha! Yeah, how do you like that? You tickle me you’re gonna get it!” Pazu teased her.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Ok! Ok, uncle! Ha-Ha Ha!”

After a moment, she was free. The girl tried to catch her breath…all around them was still. She could barely stop giggling. He didn’t know what possessed him to do it, but at that moment, something seized Pazu by the stomach, and he leaned in and quickly kissed her cheek. Both of them smiled at each other and hid their blushes behind a veil of laughter.

"See, that's called 'tickling!'" Sheeta smiled at the robot, who was still gazing at them steadily.

There was a moment where it looked as if the giant was pondering, trying to understand the emotional reaction. Slowly, it raised its hand and dragged its finger back and forth across its own stomach. No response. Had it the ability to truly think, it might have considered that the two were playing a joke on it. Tickling is not real, it would have thought. See how the humans laugh even though I am the one being touched.

So it usually went. Nothing much happened anymore in Laputa. It was a cozy little biome hurtling through the sky where Sheeta could retreat back into her soul. But it was enough, for both of them.

(Ok I know this one isn’t actually Studio Ghibli but it might as well be. Besides when else am I gonna come up with a blurb about this?)

Mary flipped eagerly through the spell book on her floor, engrossed in its luminous pages. All morning she’d been experimenting with spells, under the watchful (well, mostly disinterested while occasionally glancing in her direction) eye of Tib the cat. Magic, as it turns out, was a hard habit to kick. She’d tried levitation and bubble blowing and flower growth and even a spell for instant donut creation. Peter didn’t understand any of it, but he was thrilled all the same.

“Hmm…a spell that causes laughter?” Mary read allowed.

“How does that work?” inquired Peter.

“Well let’s take a crack at it.” Mary placed the tome down on her white bed next to Tib, who blinked slowly as if to say “Will you stop already?”

Mary waved her hands and spoke the incantation, and the book began to glow. From deep within its pages four ghostly purples arms appeared out of nowhere, and Mary and Peter gasped. All of a sudden, the arms stretched out into the room and began to tickle them. The two collapsed on the ground in hysterics, rolling and kicking, but the hands were ghosts - they couldn’t escape.

Just as it seemed the two were doomed to be tickled until the flower’s magic wore down, Tib absentmindedly swatted the spellbook, and it fell off the bed and snapped shut. Almost instantly the hands dissipated, Mary and Peter stopped laughing, and they were able to breathe again.

“Whew…Ha…ugh…thanks for that, Tib,” Mary heaved. “Let’s never use that one again.”

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what the Willoughby

SPOILERS FOR THE WILLOUGHBY’S MOVIE!!!

first tickle fic

Lee: Tim

ler: Nanny

ok so y’all know that one scene in the willoughby’s? Where the Nanny has come to bust him out and he says something about his Willoughby family not being great? And she hits him with a pillow? I was thinking it could go more like this…

“all I wanted was to be part of a great Willoughby family.” Tim stated sadly. Then he flinched.

poke

”he-hey!! What the Willoughby?!” He cried out, startled. Nanny—disguised as “phill”—had poked his side.

“are you saying Jane’s not great?”

another poke to the side. He tried to protect it, but Nanny gently grabbed his tiny arms and held them steadily.

“w-what? No-HOho! Thahat’s not—“

A quick spider tickle to his side this time.

“Barnaby A’s not great?”

“nohoho, I—“

another spider up his exposed side

“Barnaby B’s not great??”

“Nohoho, nahat what I was—“

She squeezed Tim’s ticklish flesh, and he cackled.

“You’re not great?!”

“NohoHOHoho!!”

Nanny let him go, and he rubbed his side to get his of the phantom tingles.

“C’mon, then. Let’s blow this pop stand bro-bro.” She said in her low voice, imitating phill.

Tim put his hat on before replying, “let’s do it, brother brother.

end!