Here's my Tickle Art Fight template!
Characters bc my handwriting sucks:
Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death
Hobie Brown - Across the Spider-Verse
Red Son - Lego Monkie Kid
Stone - Ramshackle
@tickleartfight
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tadc headcanons perhaps? Any character, lee or ler
ââTADC Main Cast Tkl Headcanonsââ â
~How about all of them? This took forever; I live in shame. But hey, they're done now, soâŠyay! LONG so prepare to read for a sec. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you Enjoy!~
đPomniđ
General:
This wet dog of a clown definitely loves tickles.
She just thinks itâs nice that thereâs a way to just laugh without needing to think about anything else: a way to just disconnect and enjoy oneself.
A lee-leaning switch. Loves being tickled, but occasionally wants to make someone else giggle and squirm.
Lee:
She gets lee moods pretty frequently, though she rarely tries to fix them. Girl is way too anxious to actually ask for what she wants
Sometimes, one of her fellow players will notice and step in and help, usually Kinger or Ragatha.
Sheâs a squirmer for sure. Make sure youâve got a good grip, or sheâll wriggle away (not for long, but still)
If you get her really good, sheâll squeak like a stress toy. It flusters the hell out of her if you tease about it.
Worst spots are her sides, which get loud squeaks if you squeeze them. Navel is sorta bad as well, but she can handle it a lot longer.
Melt spot is her neck, specifically under her chin. She can and will fall asleep if you stay there too long.
Ler:
Sheâs a softer ler to everyone but Jax. He deserves it honesty-
Gentle tickles, small teases, compliments. Her goal is to make you happy.
âWow, youâve got a really pitchy laugh. No, donât stop, itâs nice.â
âThanks for not squirming away. Oh, câmon, I can tell.â
âYouâre so soft⊠Iâve gotta do this more often.â
Really easy to fluster if you can think through the giggles; a quick compliment or praise has her burning.
Her ler moods are usually spurred by something else, like walking in on a tickle fight or hearing the t-word a certain way.
To fix a mood, sheâll usually just go up to Ragatha or Kinger and wiggle her fingers. They usually get the message pretty quickly.
Pretty decent with aftercare. Sheâs a cuddle bug, but if youâre not big on touch, sheâll find a blanket for you. Other than that, youâll have to ask.
đŠ·CaineđȘ
General:
The chaos man is a pure switch.
Once he finds out that tickling can affect him and works oh-so-well on his friends, he makes sure to abuse that knowledge whenever possible.
I mean, laughter is better than abstraction, right?
Lee:
The first time heâs tickled is the most confusing moment of his existence.
Like, what? Someone wiggles their fingers somewhere, and it feels like little fuzzy zaps under his digital skin? Crazy.
Once he gets past that, though, the toothy man loves every bit of the odd sensation he can get.
Heâll provoke the players, casually throw the t-word into speeches, or make NPCs to do the job for him (nobody knows about these guys though)
He tries to hold still, but donât be surprised if he randomly teleports mid-tickle. It always flusters him when he has to go back and ask for it to continue.
Worst spots are his sides and underarms. Heâll screech.
Heâs not really all that ticklish anywhere else though, each spot only getting little giggles and titters.
Doesnât really have a melt spot, though he loves belly tickles. Itâs not a bad spot at all for him, but he likes feeling ânormalâ and connected to the players in that sense.
Sometimes, if you really get him laughing, the sound will glitch. Itâs utterly adorable to hear.
Ler:
Run as fast as you can, my friends.
Ler moods come to him for completely random reasons. If he sees someone sad or stressed, if they laugh just a bit too sweetly, if theyâre being too sassy: theyâre done for.
He uses his digital powers to subdue lees. If youâre hiding? Heâll teleport to you. Fighting him off? Bubbles come and snag your wrists. If you genuinely donât want him to, heâll let you go. Other than that, good luck.
âOh my! Youâre quite ticklish, arenât you?â
âYou canât, hmm? Canât what? Canât handle it? Canât tell me to stop? Iâd love to know whatâs going through your mind, dear!â
âIt tickles, does it? How about I add a few feathers; I hear theyâre all the rage among humans!â
Heâs really hard to fluster when heâs tickling. Teasy lees, you might have met your match.
Sort of okay with aftercare? He doesnât understand it at first, but he tries. Head pats and water are his go-to, but heâll do more if you ask.
đJaxđ
General:
Sassy rabbit feels like a ler-leaning switch.
Heâs always willing to wreck a bitch, but doesnât mind the occasional laugh or two for himself.
When heâs feeling lonely or touch starved, tickles are his go-to in either direction.
Lee:
While on the rare side, his lee moods are intense.
Blushes, small giggles, antsy demeanor, flinching from small touches: not exactly discreet.
If another player notices (which almost always happens), heâll deny and fight it âtil the cows come home. Youâve gotta fight to give him what he wants.
Heâs a flailer for sure. Donkey kicks and stray elbows are his specialty.
Worst spots are his ears, specifically the bases. They get him cackling almost instantly.
Melt spots are the tops of his knees. Nobody really ever targets them, but he goes nearly limp if a few spidering fingers land there.
If you get him just right, heâll thump his feet against the floor. He dies if you tease him about it.
Ler:
Evil son of a gun, so watch your back.
He lives for a good chase. Will probably try and tease you into running, just so he can trap and catch you.
Very verbal and teasing. He has zero shame in turning you red as a rose.
âYou got ten seconds to run, doll. Better make âem count~â
âAww, whatâs the matter? Canât bring your arms down? Thatâs alright; Iâll make sure you have some fun~â
âYou sure do scream a lot, sweet cheeks. Iâd cover my ears if they didnât sound so cute.â
Very smug man, not an easily flustered ler. It really takes some confident prodding or skill to get him.
He uses his tall man advantage every time. Holding a lee up by their arms, using his legs to keep them sitting, putting something on a tall shelf and attacking whenever they try to get it: the list goes on.
Heâs actually pretty good with aftercare, even if he doesnât like to admit it.
Heâll make sure youâre okay and get you water, though heâll act like itâs such a chore. After that, itâs either cuddles because you âlook like death warmed over,â or a special snack to âkeep you from annoying him.â
â€ïžRagathađȘĄ
General:
Sheâs a switch, not really leaning in one direction or the other.
Loves tickling because it can make the other players laugh, which they all desperately need. She knows she does.
Lee:
Sheâs incredibly shy when she gets in a lee mood. Good luck getting her to do anything productive or coherent until sheâs helped.
While she tries holding still, she canât help but curl up. Youâll need to hold her arms above her head or get used to moving with her.
I like to think sheâs got a louder, more obnoxious-sounding laugh (no projection, you have 0 proof-)
Lots of snorts, cackles, and little hiccup-squeaks.
Speaking of which, the easiest way to fluster her is to compliment her laugh. Sheâs self-conscious about it, so literally any praise will have her coming apart at the seams (hehehe pun)
Worst spots are her neck and back, specifically her shoulder blades. She cannot handle massages around there.
Melt spots are her belly and thighs. Some gentle traces or pokes in either of those areas has her in giggle heaven.
Ler:
She's incredibly sweet, though she's got a different way of doing things for certain people.
With most of the circus members, she's soft and playful. Light touches, quick scribbles and small teases.
âYou're such a wiggle worm, giggles. Try to hold still for me, will you?â
âAww, look at that adorable blush. I'm glad to know you're having fun!â
For select individuals (Jax and anyone misbehaving), she's playfully mean and a touch ruthless. Fast squeezes and very teasy attacks.
âAww, that spotâs pretty sensitive, huh? I should tell the others; I'm sure they'd love a chance to see you like this!â
She's surprisingly strong, able to pin pretty much all of the players. If you wanna try escaping, get ready for a good fight.
She's amazing with aftercare. She'll make sure you're alright, get you a drink, and swaddle you in a soft blanket for cuddles.
If you aren't big on touch, she'll get you the finest digital cuisine (basically asking Caine for your favorite food) and whatever else you can think of.
đGangleđ
General:
This ribbon girl is very much a lee.
If she does tickle anyone, itâs an extremely rare one-off occasion.
Sheâs just more comfortable with being tickled, for a number of reasons.
Doesnât want to risk pushing someoneâs boundaries, uncomfortable touching them, or just a general not-wanting-too feeling.
Lee:
Lee moods are about as rare as pebbles for her. Theyâre pretty obvious, too.
Tightly coiled posture, a giddy look on her face (biggest giveaway), and very nonchalant staring at peopleâs hands.
Needless to say, everyone is clued in almost immediately.
She has no shame in wiggling around and unraveling, though she does actually want to get away. Itâs fun, and it usually gets her ler to tease her.
Worst spots are the inner parts of her midsection ribbons. She will absolutely try to unravel and slip out of your arms if you try it.
Melt spot is her mask, specifically the back of it. As long as sheâs wearing it, sheâll feel the tickles. Girly melts into a giddy puddle in your arms.
Her laughter is really pitchy, with plenty of squeaks and squeals to go around. Kind of like a mouse on helium (great way to tease her, as long as itâs done kindly)
Gets flustered VERY easily. You wonât have to try hard unless you really want to.
âKingerđȘČ
General:
The softest lee-leaning switch you'll ever meet.
He loves tickles, though you won't catch him openly admitting it. It's too embarrassing for him
He gets lee moods frequently, though he's willing to help a friend with theirs if they need it.
Lee:
He's decently shy, never coming out and asking for tickles. He usually just suffers in silence until Ragatha notices.
On a rare day where he's stable and confident, he'll tease Pomni or the ragdoll to try and provoke it.
It rarely works how he'd like, but they almost always realize that he's in a lee mood. Failed successfully.
He'll squirm around like a literal worm, though he can't help it. Lucky for his ler, he's pretty much a walking tickle spot.
If one spot is blocked, another opens up.
His worst spot is his stomach. He goes silent when anyone gets him there, save for the occasional squeak or gasp.
Melt spot is the top of his head on the little cross thing. He'll lean right into it, maybe even fall asleep.
He's got a really squeaky, pitchy laugh. If you get him really laughing, he'll start to snort and flap his hands.
Ler:
If one of his fellow players is close to abstraction or just needs some cheering up, he'll be there.
He's got a very soft, lightly teasing style. Doesn't really push anyone to their limits unless they really want him to.
âOf all the bugs in my collection, I must say I have a favoriteâŠthe Tickle Bug!â
âThose are some cute giggles, friend. So glad you could share them with me!â
âOf course I can help with yourâŠpredicament. Now, arms up for me, dear.â
Kind of the dad of the circus. He's always there to help if need be.
Super great with aftercare. 80% of the time, he'll tickle you in his fort. That means pillowy cuddles afterwards and a nice nap.
If that's not your thing, he's more than willing to accommodate. As long as you're happy, he's happy.
đĄZoobleđȘ
General:
This preschool toy mashup gives me strong ler vibes.
They donât seem like someone whoâd like to be tickled unless the ler was EXTREMELY close to them and knew their boundaries by heart.
Ler:
Theyâre an absolutely despicable little shit.
Worst spot targeting, slightly mean teases, and the CHASES!
They could throw their arm at the fleeing lee, and itâd all be over. The thing could latch onto their worst spot and wiggle away, leaving the lee unable to do anything but wait for Zooble to catch up.
It doesnât take a lot to provoke them, but if you want a proper wrecking, youâll have to work for it. They donât get annoyed enough to destroy someone easily.
VERY teasy, almost unfairly so.
âTickles, does it? Maybe if you hadnât been such a pain in the *boink*, this wouldn't be happening.â
âYou brought this on yourself, ya know. Every unbearably ticklish second of it.â
âWhat? Not my fault this is your worst spot. Get less ticklish.â
Have you seen that lobster claw thing? You canât tell me that thing wouldnât tickle like crazy.
For aftercare, they try their respective best. Theyâll pat your back, maybe give you a head rub.
After that, theyâll typically bring their undoubtably exhausted lee to Kingerâs pillow fort for a much-needed nap.
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So I got busy tonight-
They're them and I had beads; can you blame me?
(legit love how these came out though, my babies (â ââ âœâ ââ ))
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.đ„ Ę Ë Perfection is Relative Ë ĘĘ đ„.
~Soooo Iâm in my rewatch-comfort-shows era, and Helluva Boss is next. I canât wait for the newest episode, so Iâm trying to get the insanity out with this. For anyone who happens to read this, I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Moxxie
Ler: Millie
Summary: Moxxie is second-guessing himself and stressing out about his appearance. Millie notices and decides to lovingly remind her husband what the word âperfectâ truly means in this life.
Warnings: spoilers for Helluva Boss and fluffy couple romance (few kisses)! This is a tickle fic, so if you donât like that, scroll away!!
Moxxie had always had confidence issues. Be it moral dilemmas, otherâs perceptions or just general life itself, he would second-guess himself and shy away. However, there was one thing he could always trust himself to nail: his presentations.
Whenever Blitz had a performance-based job, Moxxie put his best hoof forward and found a rare spark of assurance and self-confidence. His outfits were on point, any makeup was flawless, and he got into the metaphorical zone. Nobody could ruin that for him, or so he thought.
At the summer camp, Moxxie had spent a good few hours designing his persona and the look of it. He was actually pretty proud of it. That was, until those teenage girls and everyone else at the camp insulted his appearance and disregarded his existence.
Millie and him had already discussed how it made him feel, and while he was incredibly happy for and proud of his wife, he couldnât get those thoughts out of his head. It bled into his everyday planning, making him critique every little detail about himself. Like that morning, where heâd spent half an hour adjusting his bowtie position.
âMaybe a bit lower to point the focusâŠâ Moxxie mumbled to himself, loosening his bowtie once again. Heâd left the bedroom door open, too focused on the mirror to notice. He didnât even notice as his wife peeked in, nor he did he catch her small, knowing sigh.
âHoneyâŠwhatâre you doing?â Millie came up behind him, resting her hands on his waist. Sheâd noticed his extra self-consciousness lately, but she hoped it was something heâd work out. It was apparently deeper than that, though, so she was at the ready with support and a - hopefully - helpful conversation.
âAdjusting my bow. Itâs not really symmetrical, and I want it to send a certain message about me.â His words were a bit rushed, giving his wife a peek into the swirling storm of his mind. She wasnât happy with what she saw.
âYou really donât need to worry, Mox. You look amazinâ already.â Millie gently grabbed his chin, turned him and kissed him. He sighed at the affection, pulling away after a second. Moxxie felt bad about kissing her; he wasnât good enough yet. Millie deserved the world, and he couldnât help but feel inadequate.
âIf you say so, Mills. Just let me fix up a few more things.â Moxxie tugged at his collar, adjusting the bow and tugging his hair into place.
Now, Millie couldâve just left her husband to finish getting ready. However, doing so wouldâve meant letting him think he needed any of the extra glitz and ritz he was putting forth. He was handsome and wonderful enough as-is; she was determined to get that through to him.
With a suppressed smirk, the female imp grabbed his chin once again, her tail snaking around his waist. Moxxie was oblivious to her true plot, just suspecting she wanted attention. âMillie, just gimme one seco- EEP!â
He cut himself off with a squeak as Millieâs claws skittered across his neck. Down below, the pointy tip of her tail was dragging along his side. The smirk was no longer suppressed, her adorable tooth gap showing in the playful grin.
âMihihillie! Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!â Moxxie squirmed and wriggled, trying to slip away from his wife. Millie wrapped her free arm around his waist, securing him while adding more wiggling fingers to his stomach.
âGettinâ you outta your head, Mox. You got too much judgmental crud about yourself up there.â Millie placed a fluttery kiss behind his ear, making him squeak once again. Her fingers were still going at it, dragging the pointed claws along his belly and neck while her tail teased his side.
Moxxie instinctively folded like a lawn chair, his giggles squeaky and scratchy. His wifeâs arm was the only thing keeping him from dropping to the floor.
âMihihills! I cahahanât- KYAAhahaha!â The sharpshooter kicked his hooves, each impact making a small clack against their wooden floor. Millie couldnât help but coo at this.
âAww, there we go, sugar~â She purred, chuckling against the warm skin of his neck. His careful bowtie placement was all messy now, skewed and crooked from Millieâs evil affection. She was hoping to get him all nice and messy before she stopped. He needed to see how amazing he was at his least dolled-up.
While his giggles were certainly music to her ears, she was looking for something with a bit more gusto. Millie wanted to really make him laugh.
Quickly spinning her husband around, she pushed him down onto their bed and grabbed his thighs. Moxxieâs eyes went as wide as saucers, but before he could say a word, her claws were wiggling into his sensitive skin.
âNAHAHAHO! MIHIHILIHIE PLEHEHEASE!â Moxxieâs precious giggles quickly rocketed up to loud, screeching cackles as Millie targeted his worst spot. He thrashed on the bed, ruining his hair and untucking his shirt in the process. She was quick to take advantage of that, slipping her tail underneath the fabric to tease his stomach once again.
âO-OHOHO MY SAHAHATAN!â Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks stained a deeper, purple-ish red. The blush was adorable to Millie, though his tears showed she had gone far enough. She stilled her fingers, kissing his smiling lips.
âIhihihi⊠oho cruhuhumsâŠâ Moxxie took a few deep, giggly breaths as he tried to regain his composure. That attack had come out of nowhere, but he didnât exactly hate it. âWhahat was thahat for?â
âI already told ya, hon. Youâre beinâ too hard on yourself.â Millie rolled off him, lying down beside her husband. He sighed, shaking his head.
âI juhustâŠI dunno, Millie. Itâs just not enough. I need to be perfect.â She brushed a bit of his unruly hair back in place, humming. âI think you look pretty damn perfect right now, Mox. Youâre only perfect when youâre you.â
Moxxie felt himself tear up at that. Millie was justâŠso herself. He thought she was perfect, soâŠmaybe she was right. Leaning forward, he kissed her lovingly, his tail wrapping around hers.
Millie smiled into the soft embrace, cupping his face with one hand as the other held him close. He was so adorable just then: rosy cheeks, loving eyes, messy hair and love-drunk eyes. She could gaze at him for eternity and never tire of his most natural beauty.
âUhumâŠwhat were we getting ready for again?â Moxxie asked as he pulled away, finally remembering that they had planned on going somewhere. It did kind of spoil the moment, but he genuinely couldn't remember.
âWell, I thinkâŠBlitz called us in? Somethinâ about a pop-up client.â Millie sighed, knowing that their boss was probably ready to kill them for not being there yet. She didn't regret a damn thing, of course; Moxxie was more important than work.
âShitâŠyou wanna get ready together?â Moxxie shrugged, offering the small moment. Millie looked him over one last time, taking in her perfectly amazing mess of a husband before nodding.
âSounds good, Mox. But no spendinâ forever on silly things, got it?â She booped his nose for emphasis, wiggling a few sneaky fingers on his side. Moxxie giggled and jerked away, playfully glaring at her.
âGohot it,â he agreed, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. Millie rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed as well, joining him by the mirror.
Moxxie looked into the reflective glass, seeing himself in near complete disarray. But, with Millieâs smiling figure by his side, loving every bit of him unconditionally, he couldn't help but like what he saw just that much more.
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âŸàŒșJust a Bit LongeràŒ»âœ
~So Iâve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these twoâs dynamic; theyâre just so silly. Not my best work, but writerâs block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if itâs your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Alex
Ler: Henry
Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his loverâs dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.
Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you donât like that, scroll away!!
Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.
The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than heâd expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didnât make his brain want to explode.
His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didnât think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, heâd be fine. What he didnât think about, however, was how Henry would take it.
Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadnât meant to put it off, but with the three exams heâd had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.
Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.
Knocking the âshave and a haircutâ pattern on his loverâs door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.
There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldnât handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldnât help the sad sigh that escaped him.
Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.
âUhâŠhey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.â Alexâs gaze was back on his computer in seconds.
Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldnât Alex just use common sense?
âAlex, darling. Itâs two in the morning. You need to sleep.â
Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. âSays you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.â While that wasnât untrue, Henryâs problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.
âLook, Iâm going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.â
Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henryâs expectations was Alexâs special talent.
âThis is due at eight AMâŠuh, today. Iâve only got six hours to finish this thing, but Iâm almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.â This would have been more comforting if Alex hadnât already said that three times.
âAlex, please. If you sleep now, Iâll wake you up at six, and weâll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.â He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didnât have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.
âItâs fine, Henry. Iâm all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment Iâm done, Iâll eat your face. Okay, baby?â Alex flipped the other manâs strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.
For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.
Alex had invited him to the White House for Juneâs birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some ratherâŠunconventional methods.
Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.
Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alexâs scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.
That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.
A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.
âJust couldnât wait for me, could you~?â Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alexâs arms and pinning them above his head.
Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.
âHenry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-â He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.
âSorry, dear, but Iâm afraid I already have~â With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alexâs stomach, straddling him.
The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasnât quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.
âWhatâs the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?â Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.
Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.
âGehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!â Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.
Even on a good day, itâd be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.
âWhy on Earth would I do that? Iâm quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,â Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didnât really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.
âFuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!â Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriendâs neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.
âWow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,â he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.
The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasnât very successful.
âSHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!â Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.
That seemed to work quite well.
âGAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!â The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.
Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was âfuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-â
Hearts practically formed in Henryâs eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.
âThis all ends the moment you agree to rest. OrâŠwould you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. Youâd surely be exhausted then, wouldnât you?â
Alex couldnât even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.
âHEHENRY! PLEHE- snrkâ It took a solid minute, but Alexâs resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasnât helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.
While it wasnât an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.
âH-hoholy shihihit⊠Thahat was evil.â He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadnât laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.
âPossibly. You deserved it, though.â Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.
Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. Heâd all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasnât terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.
Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.
Theyâd finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but thatâs what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.
âGood night, love.â
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I was just fangirling over your blog (AGAIN((as usual)))
And I realised (AGAIN)
THAT WEâRE MUTUALS?????
No seriously a celebrity??? Me???
I love your blogđ„ș
Okay, just- thank you! That's so nice, and I'm glad you like my blog! Even if I have been slacking lately (â êżâ ïčâ êżâ ;â ) Love rediscovering who my moots are, thank you again for sending this in! ââ ââĄ
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This seems so fun! I'm gonna give it a shot, so if you've got time, I'd recommend joining!
what is tickle art fight?
it is essentially a parody of art fight, an art game which occurs every july.
for those unfamiliar with art fight, it is a one month event where artists are separated into two teams which are assigned randomly.
this year, the teams will be feathers vs brushes!
before the month of the attack, we will send out all the players assigned teams and a template everyone will need to fill out. these templates will contain your general information in regards to what characters you'd like to be drawn as attacks, as well as your likes and boundaries to give the opposing team an idea on how to attack.
you will have the option to put in four different characters, either being ocs or fandom characters which you will need to provide the name and fandom they belong to. as for ocs, please provide their fullbody reference in the template provided.
there will also be a checkbox in which you can choose whether you'd prefer the character to be lee, ler, or switch in the art.
once the month begins, players "attack" others on the opposing team by making art of any of the characters listed in the player's provided template. you are free to use either traditional or digital media!! your team will receive points based on what you create.
the artist that receives the attack can counterattack by drawing any of the characters listed on the player's template, or anyone else on the opposing team!! no one is forced to draw something back to the specified player if they are attacked, so please be mindful of this!
by the end of the month, the team with the greater score wins!! but please remember, the real goal in this event is to interact with the rest of the community and share art amongst the members <3
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Ooh Lego Monkie Kid? Don't mind if I do!
Do you have any headcanons for the Stonefruit Trio (MK, Wukong, and Macaque)?
â ââ ââ â LMK Stonefruit Trio Tkl Headcanonsââ â
~Sorry this took me so long to get to! School is finding new ways to kick my ass every day istg- ANYway, it felt good to write for these goobers again! Thank you for requesting!~
đMkđ§
General:
Sunshine boy is definitely a big fan of tickles. Laughing at just a few touches, bonding with his friends, watching them let their walls down for the sake of silly happiness? Yeah, count him in.
He likes both sides, though being tickled does have a special place in his heart. Heâs a lee-leaning switch, but not by a whole lot.
He can only say the t-word on special occasions (extreme confidence, other lers/lees in it with him, drunken boldness). 98.71% of the time, heâll go beet red at the attempt.
Lee:
When he gets lee moods, everyone around him will know. He can sometimes just ask for help if itâs someone whoâs used to his silliness, like Red Son or Mei, but other than that, itâs tacit signals.
Heâll run a hand through his hair a lot (exposing his side in the process), get way more fidgety than normal, speak in a higher pitch, and very nonchalantly stare at his friendsâ hands. Not that hard to get the message.
Kicks, flails and squirms when tickled. He really tries not to, but his nerves pretty much go nuts. Itâs best to pin him or get him from behind if you donât want an accidental bloody nose.
Worst spots are his navel and lower back. He absolutely loses it whenever anyone so much as pokes there.
Melt spots are his palms and shoulders. Tickly massages and palm kisses leave him a puddle of giggles.
Really bright and bubbly laughter when you get him going. When itâs light, lots of little squeaks and half-hearted âno!âs
Ler:
Sickly sweet while also a teasing mother-trucker. If you think thatâs confusing, imagine how the lee feels-
The sunshine boy definitely has a fiery side, so watch out
âYouâre ticklish here too? Seriously, this is adorable. Youâre adorable.â
âHolding it in, huh? I think itâd feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter. Donât you?
âSo many good spots, so little time⊠Guess I gotta get to work!â
âYour blush is so pretty! I think Iâm gonna paint my nails that colorâŠâ
Heâs incredibly considerate of boundaries, even if youâre obviously okay with it.
Checks in wherever you seem to be laughing a bit too hard, though youâve only just got done giggling. Itâs smart to set up a safeword so he actually does know when to keep going.
Confident lees will love him. Heâs easy to fluster if you can say the t-word enough times, and he nearly dies if someone confidently asks him to tickle them.
An aftercare master. He makes whatever your favorite drink is, gets snacks, makes a cuddle nest and just hangs out with you. If youâre not big on touch, heâs fine to just watch some YouTube videos and chill out.
đSun Wukongâïž
General:
We can all agree that heâs a straight-up switch. Loves wrecking people, adores being reduced to a giggly puddle of mush.
However, he refuses to admit any of that
He likes the feeling of being vulnerable around his friends, but the thought of saying that is terrifying for him (again, good luck getting him to say that. The great Monkey King allegedly has no fear)
Lee:
Heâs giggling like crazy before you even touch him.
If you even give a small hint of what youâre gonna do, get ready for him to run.
When you do catch him (he will eventually let you), he curls up like a pill bug and rides it out. If you mention his tail wagging, heâll let out a string of adorably squeaky profanities.
His actual laugh is a lot less obnoxious than his âMonkey Kingâ one. Itâs bright and bubbly, full of squeaks and the occasional snort.
His worst spots are his ribs and his lower back, specifically the base of his tail. Good luck keeping him still if you go there.
Melt spots are his ears and hips. His hips are a bit of an obscure spot, but he will dissolve if you trace them.
Once youâre done wrecking him, he becomes a cuddly, sleepy little mess. Be ready to stay with him for at least an hour afterwards.
Ler:
Heâs such a chaos goblin I swear-
Loves the âTickle Monsterâ trope. He can and will use his power to make clones of himself and/or shift his appearance for optimum tickle-ability
If heâs the one doing the tickling, he can say the t-word. This is a power he always abuses.
âThe Tickle Monsterâs gonna getcha, kid! Better run~â
âOh sorry, couldnât hear you through all that laughter. Did you say âkeep goingâ? Perfect!â
âYou know, I could stop, but whereâs the fun in that? I think you can agree, canât ya?â
âYour laugh is so fun! I could listen to it for centuries⊠But I think I can settle for five more minutes.â
It takes him a bit, but he does try to check in and see when you need a break. Itâd be a nice idea to set a safeword or a clear tap-out beforehand, just in case.
Heâs actually really good with aftercare. He makes the best lemonade tea, and heâll attempt to make a good snack. Just watch out for any of his âinventiveâ cooking/baking methods.
đMacaqueđź
General:
He acts like he hates it. If you don't know him all that well, he'll seem genuinely done with it.
If you do know him, however, he has tells. The way his tail twitches when the t-word is said, the way just a hint of pink settles on his cheeks, the way his arms just barely clamp to his sidesâŠ
Yeah, he's not as slick as he thinks.
Prefers being tickled most of the time, but he isn't afraid to wreck a bitch just because.
Lee:
He will fight and deny it until the day his immortality runs dry, but he loves it.
Until you actually start, he'll act like he doesn't want it. Kicking, hissing, running, the whole nine.
The minute those wiggling fingers touch down, though? He melts.
All protest disappears, the only thing close being small ânoâs through his laughter. His tail will wag adorably (be careful if you mention this).
He could just shadow-travel away, but conveniently âforgot because of the literal tortureâ he was experiencing or âcouldn't focus enoughâ to do so.
Worst spots are his knees and his back. Him and Wukong share the infamous I-will-die spot at the bases of their tails, though this boy's is significantly worse.
Melt spots are beneath his chin and his ears. It is the cutest thing to just scratch beneath and hear his little purrs while he tries not to giggle.
Ler:
Puts his villain experience to use
He'll use his shadow travel to sneak up on you/cheat in a chase. Nobody said he had to play fairâŠ
He definitely makes clones to help himself. One to hold your arms up, another to grab your legs, and a few to get the more annoying spots.
Teasing in a playful-yet-asshole sorta way. If you're feeling shitty, he'll be such a sweetheart, but he's a shit 80% of the time.
âWow, ticklish here too? You're just a walking tickle-spot at this point.â
âYou think this is bad? Just wait till I call in the cavalry~â
âIt must be hard, being this ticklish and all. How have you survived so far? Thought you'd have laughed yourself silly.â
âJust a few little pokes and you're down for the count. Would suck if some of the villains found outâŠâ
âWorst spot, huh? Better buckle up~â
Somehow knows exactly when to stop every time. You don't even have to say anything: he just knows.
Masterful aftercare. He honestly loves cuddling with his lee afterwards, so you're getting some unless you specifically tell him no. He'll send a shadow clone to go get you a drink and some snacks if you want. Peaceful music listening and most likely a nap (â ââ áŽâ ââ âżâ )
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Can you do Stan, Ford, and Bill (gravity falls) headcanons? If not thatâs completely fine! Take your time!!
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Felony Trio Headcanonsâ
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(Stan, Ford & Bill)
~No idea if these three have an actual group name or not, but this is what I'm going with. You can't tell me they haven't committed at least one a piece, accidentally and/or on purpose. These sillies will always have a special place in my heart as one of my earlier obsessions. Thank you for requesting!~
âStanleyđ”
General:
Silly con-man gives me ler-leaning switch vibes. Loves wrecking his family, but wouldnât mind the occasional giggle-fest.
Over the years, heâs developed the elusive âcan say the t-word wheneverâ power, though it definitely didnât used to be that way. Ford reminds him of that whenever itâs most annoying.
Can easily admit that he likes tickling others, but receiving it? Yeah, good luck. Heâs willing to die on that hill.
Lee:
A bit rare, but he will get lee moods. Heâs a âride it out in silenceâ kinda guy, but Ford can sometimes catch onto his bullshit (definitely not bc he does it too what-)
If he DOES try and solve his problem, itâll be in the most roundabout way possible. Provoking his brother, teasing his great niece and nephew until they try something, you name it. If it works, it works.
Worst spots are his armpits and the area right beneath his belly button. Enjoy watching him lose his mind if you target either one âĄ
Melt spot is his ears. You canât tell me his goofy ears wouldnât make him giggle his heart out; heâd love every second of it.
Very gruff, choppy giggles. Sounds kinda like heâs been chain smoking, then saw the funniest thing in his life. When you really get him going, deep and rough belly laughter. Occasional snorts if you wanna kill him.
Ler:
When he gets in a ler mood, heâll either bother his overworking brother or mess with one of the kids. Sometimes his family can tell, though he wonât normally admit anything.
Such a wonderful asshole of a ler-
Teases, smart-ass comments, horrible dad jokes, and more! Definitely the one to go to if you want a shameless wrecking.
âYouâre a lilâ squeak toy, huh? I just squeeze your side and- yup, just like that.â
âYa know, you couldâve just pushed me away by now. Donât worry, I noticed.â
âYou sure squirm a lot, don'tcha? Like a lilâ worm, could use you as fishing bait!â
âIt tickles? Wow, that must really suck for you.â
Pretty good with aftercare. He'll ruffle your hair and tease you, of course, but he lets you lay on him while the TV plays. Fair trade, honestly.
đStanfordđïž
General:
Can you really tell me he isn't at least a little lee? After all those years with little to no comforting contact, he loves a good giggle fest.
Making his great niece and nephew laugh, though? Even better.
He doesn't always get that feeling, so I'm going lee-leaning switch.
Lee:
If you even mention it around him, he'll blush, no matter his mood. It's real bad when he's lee.
You can kinda gauge if he's in a mood by just saying the t-word (if you can, that is)
If you don't have that magic, then he's still pretty obvious in other ways.
Extra stuttering, constantly adjusting his glasses, eyes lingering on your hands, wobbly smiles. If you've got eyes, you'll be able to tell.
Will deny it at first, but it's pretty flimsy.
âI-I don't know what you're talking about. I survived the roughest interdimensional plane there is. I don't needâŠthat.â
He falls apart the minute you wiggle your fingers at him.
Worst spots are his hips, followed by his ribs. A few squeezes to either will have him snorting up a storm.
Melt spots are his ears and the tops of his thighs. Like his brother, his ears are lovely to run a feather across for both him and the ler. He loves gentle traces on his thighs, though. Have him a melted, giggling puddle in seconds.
He loses tickle fights on purpose at least 76.4% of the time. Donât ask me how I got that number: I just know.
Ler:
His ler moods are rare, but if heâs feeling a bit distant from his family, heâll try and piece things with some giggles.
Soft, playful ler. He never wants to go too far, but he isnât afraid to goof around and tease while heâs at it.
âI think Iâve got a leg up here, huh? Thanks to my extra fingers, this has gotta be at least 20% more ticklish~â
âYou really do blush quite a lot. Itâs pretty cute to watch.â
âAs a scientist, itâs my job to conduct experiments. Letâs try now. Hypothesis: if I get your worst spot, youâll laugh at least twice as loud as you are now. Time for the experiment~â
The moment you say stop, even if you donât mean it, he pulls away. If you want more, youâll have to ask him.
Pretty great with aftercare. Will absolutely cuddle you, maybe even tell some stories if youâre interested. Heâs got plenty from his time in the portal, though he keeps the angstier ones to himself. Any tale he tells is almost guaranteed to make you smile.
đ©Billđ
General:
Believe it or not, the chaotic dorito does like tickling. In fact, after him and Mabelâs interaction, they seem to randomly plague his thoughts at the most inopportune times. It goes in either direction, his moods as random as his personality.
Considering this, weâre gonna go straight-up switch.
Lee:
These moods are especially hard for the demon to satiate. His friends are insane, but none completely batshit enough to try something like tickling him. When he needs a fix, he usually has to outsource it or suffer until it goes away.
On the off chance he does outsource, he goes for one of the Pines twins. Theyâre hesitant to let him in, but heâs a sweet-talker. Once heâs inside, it barely takes an hour for him to provoke someone into wrecking him.
His spots vary based on the body heâs inhabiting. The one time he was tickled in his own (Weirdmageddon incident, donât ask), he found that his hat and feet got him laughing the most.
(donât come at me, his hat re-grew flesh when he got shot in it)
He doesnât really have a distinct melt spot, though he loves being tickled right beneath his bowtie. It makes him kick and squirm, but it also makes him incredibly giddy.
Ler:
Iâd tell you to run for your life, but it wonât do you much good.
Evil, sarcastic and rough ler. Good luck breathing o7
The kinda dude to go for all your worst spots first, and only explore the softer side if heâs wanting to spice things up.
Can and will generate any tool he feels like to wreck you (surprisingly enough, heâll ask first)
Boundaries really need to be set before anything happens. Otherwise heâll just go until he feels like stopping. If you look on the brink of passing out, heâll quit, but other than that nah.
VERY teasy, with a large handful of sarcasm and sass.
âGeez, you laugh really loud when I get ya here. Mind dialing it down? I donât wanna go deaf before Iâm 20 million.â
âHa! You snort? Iâve gotta hear that again, câmon!â
âYouâre confusing. You say âno, go away,â but you havenât even tried escaping. Iâm supposed to be the crazy one here; mind explaining?â
âWow, this is driving you nuts, huh? Weâre gonna match!â
Not super great at aftercare unless you ask. He can make any snack or drink you want by snapping, and he knows some great rom-coms to doze off to (donât ask why unless you wanna go for round two).
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This is so cuuuute! The little teases too, just â âĄâ âĄâ âĄâ âĄ! I love how in-character everyone is, good soup!
That's Cheating
~ A/N - My first ever Into/Across The SpiderVerse fic !!!!
I absolutely adored these guys when they came on screen, and I finally have the fic idea to do their group dynamic justice!
By the way, this is also absolutely me being super self indulgent sdjsklhfkls cause I've had this whole scenario running around my head any time I'm training with these 3 specific people and it KILLS ME so I need to get it on paper lmao I'm so lee for so many of my wrestling friends it's not even funny jsdfhdfjhafk.
ALSO QUICK WARNING THIS IS A LONG ONE SDJHLKSDHAFLK ALL THE ONES WHERE I PUT ALL MY LITTLE LEE THOUGHTS INTO END UP SO FUCKING LONG LMAO APOLOGIES FAM IT'S LIKE ALMOST 3K
I hope it's good!
Enoy! ~
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Miles never turned down the chance to train with his fellow spider people. Since he first walked through the doors an was offered the chance to practice, Miles had grabbed the opportunity with both fists.
Not just because it was one of the few places he could properly use his skills and abilities to their full potential (without risking revealing himself as spiderman or injuring a civilian in the process), but there was something about training at the spider society headquarters that gave him almost limitless energy.
He wasn't sure how much of that energy was adrenaline, how much was power from the spider bite, or how much was just because he loved spending time with his favourite people.
But no matter the reason, this little quirk of his enabled him to continue sparring round after round when most would need a few minutes of reprieve between sets. And he would be lying if he said it didn't give him a little mood boost when the other spider people commented on his incredible stamina.
"Ugh, Miles do you ever get tired?" Pavitr groaned as he managed to flip Miles onto his back and clamber on top of the kid, pinning him to the ground. "We've been at this for like ten minutes straight!"
Miles grinned, his arms pushing against Pavitr's knees that were currently either side of his ribs to wriggle himself out. "You giving up already?"
"No way." Pavitr grunted, as Miles's movements had almost made him topple. "But I'll take a rest while you figure this out."
Pavitr, the asshole, decided to take this moment to shoot webs onto Miles's wrists - sticking them to the floor next to Mile's sides. Straining against the webs, Miles silently thanked the fact that it was Pavitr he was with. If this were an actual fight, Miles knew his face would currently be a punching bag.
But just because Pavitr wasn't going to injure him, it didn't mean there wasn't a threat.
"Come on Miles! Get out!" Pavitr teased, poking Mile's unprotected forehead.
The kid shook his head to try and get rid of Pavitr's annoying fingers.
Bad idea.
In the process of protecting his forehead, Miles had encouraged his friend to move his poking elsewhere. And it only took a few prods to Mile's neck for him to break into giggles.
"Agh- Pahahav-" Miles squeaked out before he could stop himself.
Pavitr stopped, an amazed grin across his face. "What was that?"
Miles froze for a second, realising just how severely his body had just betrayed him, before starting to thrash a little more desperately against the webbing trapping his hands.
"Are you ticklish?" Pavitr questioned with a teasy smirk, poking Miles's neck another few times.
"NO-!" Miles grunted, using every inch of willpower in his body to resist the laughter bubbling in his chest. "Don't!"
Completely ignoring Miles's pleads, Pavitr moved his prodding fingers down to Miles's collarbones.
And that was where the kid cracked.
"NOhohoho!" Miles squealed, shoulders trying their best to scrunch up and protect himself. "Pahahav stohohop!"
Pavitr beamed, absolutely ecstatic at his newfound discovery. "Oh my god, you are ticklish!"
"Shhhh!" Miles begged through his giggles, giving up on resisting his own reactions and focusing his efforts on preventing his ticklishness from becoming the newest piece of gossip.
"Why?" Pavitr laughed. "You're the one who's making all the nois-"
"What's this?" A voice chuckled from behind the two.
Pavitr paused his attack, and - after recognising who it was - Miles breathed a sigh of relief. Both because he could finally actually breathe again, and because the voice came from his old mentor - someone who already knew how ridiculously ticklish he was and hadn't told a soul.
Peter B, clearly having just finished a spar with someone by the looks of his flushed face and sweaty t-shirt, made his way to kneel down next to the pair before chuckling again.
"Ah, I see you've found Miles's little weakness."
Pavitr let out an indignant noise. "You already knew about this?!? And you didn't tell us?"
Peter shrugged. "Figured you guys would find out eventually, he's too ticklish to hide it for long."
"Peter!" Miles groaned. "Guys can we not talk about this right now!"
With a grin, Pavitr turned back to Miles. "Oh we can stop talking if you'd like..."
Before Miles could realise what Pavitr meant, ten fingers began tapping against the front of his ribs, and he was once again sent into a helpless fit of giggles.
"NOnononono Pahav people ahare gonna see!"
"Who would see?" Pavitr laughed. "It's just us over here; you, me and Peter."
"Plus Miguel, somewhere..." Peter added, looking around them for his friend. "But I doubt he's listening to your little situation kid, he's probably off doing Miguel things, as Miguel does."
Half expecting a beetlejuice moment at the three mentions of the guy's name, Miles flicked his eyes around the room (as best as he could - he was still pinned on his back) to try and spot Miguel. Thankfully, it seemed the slightly intimidating spiderman was too busy helping another pair of spiders with their match on the other side of the room.
"See!" Pavitr continued, digging a little harder into Miles's ribs. "Nothing to be worried about buddy!"
"IHIHIT'S STIHIHILL CHEHEATING!" Miles whined through his laughter, somehow managing to swallow the scream that almost burst out of his mouth at the sensation of Pavitr clawing into his sides.
"Ehhhhh..." Peter tilted his head with a grimace on his face. "Technically it's not, there's no specific rules against it."
Miles shook his head violently. "IHIHIT'S CHEHEHEATING!"
"You having so. much. energy. is what's cheating!" Pavitr responded, poking to emphasise his words. "But fine, let's ask Miguel."
Miles's eyes went wide, and his laughter turned to desperate begging. He couldn't possibly live through the sheer embarrassment of giggling like a child in front of someone as stone-faced and important as Miguel.
But no matter how many 'no's the kid strung together in rapid succession - a rather impressive display of his lung capacity to be completely honest - his pleading was fruitless, as Pavitr had already waved down Miguel, and the man was making his way over.
Thankfully there were a few seconds of rest until Miguel arrived that were completely tickle-free, so Miles had a chance to somewhat compose himself. Still, he knew that he would need much longer to reduce the redness his face had taken on in the last few minutes of torture.
"Yes?" Miguel said as he knelt down, one eyebrow slightly raised at the position the two boys were currently in.
"Is tickling illegal?" Pavitr asked genuinely, much to Miles's surprise. He was expecting some kind of teasy grin shot in his direction, but it seemed Pav was just as interested in Miguel's answer as he was in taking Miles apart at his fingers. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.
Even more to Miles's surprise was the quiet chuckle that escaped Miguel's mouth.
"Technically not, why?" Miguel responded, a small (but definitely present) grin on his face.
"Oh no reason..." Pavitr smirked at Miles (who was quickly realising he spoke too soon about how easy this interaction would be). "Just that I found out Miles was ticklish and wanted to try and see if he would submit because of it."
Miles could feel his face flush even redder than before, and he couldn't even cover his cheeks cause his damn hands were still stuck. So he resorted to rolling his eyes above his head to avoid looking at anyone for the remainder of the conversation.
Miguel once again let out a breathy chuckle. "Well, I haven't seen it happen before, and we're about to finish up the official training session... But we can always find out later."
That last comment snapped Miles's face back into Miguel's line of vision.
And, if this whole situation wasn't already flustered enough, Miles could have sworn Miguel winked as he stood up and called out to everyone to finish their current drill and pack up.
After chatting for a few moments with some of the other spider people, Miles watched as most of the group cleared from the gym. Aside from Miguel and Peter (who were practicing something on one side of the mats), the gym was practically empty.
Which made the sound of thudding feet all the more terrifying coming his way.
Miles yelped as someone tackled him to the floor and climbed on top of his hips.
"You didn't think we were finished, did you?" Pavitr grinned down at his friend, before digging his thumbs into the pocket right above Miles's hips.
"NOHOHO PAHAHAV!" Miles shrieked, caught so off guard he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried.
Pavitr laughed. "Glad we're on the same page then!"
"Stohohop ihihit!" The kid giggled, pushing at Pav's wrists - a much easier feat now that his hands weren't spider-webbed to the floor (but still not quite easy enough to push Pav's hands away).
With Miles now being able to fight back, there was actually a fight to be had. Still a very one-sided fight, but enough of a back-and-forth match to eat at Pavitr's strength.
And Pavitr's energy drained far quicker than Miles's did.
Keeping a very wriggly Miles consistently trapped and tickled was quite the challenge for India's favourite spiderman, so most of Pavitr's efforts were concentrated on Miles's hips. Certainly his hips were effective, but the hope of escape kept Miles going just long enough that Pavitr's teasy smirk started to fade into an open-mouthed grin (for maximum oxygen intake).
By the time Miles's breathing was wheezy, Pavitr sounded just as exhausted. Both boys were drenched in sweat, and neither were sure where their own ended and the other's began. Pavitr's thumbs slowed, and Miles was finally able to push those troublesome fingers away from his sensitive hips with one final residual giggle.
Letting himself breathe for a moment, Pavitr gave Miles's shoulder a friendly pat. "Damn you put up a good fight, I'm dead after that!"
Miles chuckled and nodded in agreement, still a little woozy from the post-tickle haze.
"You up for some food?" Pav asked, standing up and offering to help Miles to his feet.
"Sounds gr-" Miles began.
"Actually," Miguel interrupted the pair, making Miles freeze for a moment.
How long had he been watching them?? Had he seen Miles get absolutely wrecked?? Oh god, would Miguel ever take him seriously again after that??
Miguel continued. "Miles, want to have a round?"
That was definitely not the direction Miles thought this conversation was going. Thank god, Miguel must have only just finished with Peter. And now that he was looking, Miles could see a (somehow even more) sweaty Peter gathering his stuff and heading out of the gym.
Perfect. Miguel hadn't seen a thing.
Miles nodded, slightly intimidated with the idea of attempting to wrestle someone as experienced as Miguel, but keen to try (and perhaps get a little closer to the reserved leader of the Spider Society).
"Excellent." Miguel gave a small nod, and positioned himself in the centre of the mat.
"Well, good luck." Pavitr smiled, clapping Miles on the back before heading out towards the cafeteria.
Miles took a breath, calming his racing thoughts and tired lungs, before moving to face Miguel.
The pair moved slowly to start, attempting a few takedowns and swings at each other but not fully committing to any, before Miguel swiftly spun to the floor and knocked Miles straight off his feet.
God it was frustrating that Miguel could do that with so much control that it almost seemed to happen in slow motion.
Without even letting himself catch his breath on the floor, Miles tried to scramble to a crouched position, but Miguel was either too quick or predicted his movements too well.
One moment he was almost to his feet, the next Miles was flat on his back with the side of Miguel's chest pressing against the front of his. One of his arms was trapped at an outward angle by Miguel's hand, but Miles couldn't quite see what was going on past that with Miguel's back in the way.
Then Miles tensed.
A soft but unmistakably sharp sensation was gently tapping at his side, enough to fill Miles's chest with tickly anticipation but not so much that he was convinced that was what was happening.
Surely not. Surely Miguel was far too mature for something as childish as tickling.
Still, as Miles struggled to escape Miguel's hold, he struggled even more to contain the laughter threatening to spill out of his mouth at the tickly sensations radiating from his side.
"Mihi- Miguehel?" Miles strained, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible.
Miguel chuckled, and spoke with possibly the teasiest voice Miles had ever heard come out of his mouth. "What's the matter?"
Oooh that motherfucker. Miguel knew exactly what was happening, Miles could feel the smirk radiating off Miguel's face. And somehow that made it significantly harder for the poor kid to control himself.
"Whahat- Wahait- Mihiguehel-" Miles stuttered, giggles already peppering every word he spoke.
"Pavitr wasn't kidding..." Miguel hummed, his claws switching from tapping with all four talons to scratching a single finger up and down every-so-gently. "You really are ticklish."
Miles whined (though it came out sounding more like a laugh), his hips trying to squirm away from the tortuous feeling. "No, noho no no Miguehel plehease-"
"And I was curious what he was saying about submitting you just by tickling..." He continued, bringing back the rest of his hand to softly claw against Miles's lowest ribs.
Even that gentle sensation brought Miles almost to the brink, his eyes practically popped out of his head and a stream of uncontrollable giggles flooded from his mouth. How the hell was it already tickling this badly??
"Mihihi- Mihihgue- Nohoho stohohop!"
"Huh." Miguel chuckled again, god that sent shivers down Miles's spine every time it happened (which really wasn't helping). "Already that bad? What about if I do this?"
The agonisingly slow clawing turned to full-handed squeezing up and down the soft part of Miles's side, and Miles shrieked. As if waking a sleeper agent, his brain seemed to suddenly (and conveniently) remember he had two arms - and only one was stuck. Half punching his opponent in desperation, Miles thudded his free hand against Miguel's back to try and push himself out.
"NOHOHOHO MIHIHIGUEHEHEL PLEHEHEASE!" He begged, legs kicking wildly without reason or result. "STOHOHOP!"
Miguel paused, lifting his head and turning it as much as he could towards Miles (only being able to see the kid from the corner of his eye). "Is that you tapping out?"
Whilst momentarily catching his breath, Miles paused. On one hand, he was rather close to death, and wasn't sure how much more of Miguel's teasing he could handle. But on the other, there was something almost precious about seeing such a weirdly personal side of the stoic man. Should he submit, and cease the frankly torturous situation he had found himself in, or should he push onwards, hoping Miguel would eventually show mercy if Miles actually needed him to (though at this stage, it was hard to say he wasn't slightly enjoying the playful interaction).
Eh, Miles was always a stubborn kid. And he was proud of it.
"Nohohope!" He shook his head, bracing himself.
Miguel gave a surprised scoff. "You really do have a ridiculous amount of stamina, huh."
Miles tried to grin cockily, though even he knew it probably looked more like a nervous invitation for Miguel to continue.
And continue he did.
Like a switch had flipped, Miguel launched his clawed hand into a rapid tickle-assault against Miles's entire torso. Within seconds, every inch of the kid's sides, ribs, stomach, and hips had been poked and squeezed and vibrated against before Miles even had the chance to react. The sudden zero-to-a-hundred spike of intensity caught the younger superhero completely off-guard, making him squeal at a pitch he genuinely didn't think he could each anymore.
"NOHOHOHO MIHIHIGUEHEHEL!" Miles cackled, twisting and writhing under his attacker.
Miguel gave a surprised laugh at the increased movement. "Hey, you asked for it kid, not my problem."
"NONONONO IHI CAHAHAN'T!"
"Ok, Ok..." Miguel playfully rolled his eyes, not that Miles could see (or really pay attention), and released the kid from his grip.
Miles flopped both arms over his face, covering his burning cheeks, and laid there for a few moments panting. Miguel chuckled, reaching to give the kid a few sympathetic pats at whatever body part was closest to him.
Seeing a hand move out of the corner of his eye, in the general direction of his stomach, Miles yelped and curled away from it in a mess of giggles. "Nonono plehease, I'm dohohone!"
Giving the final laugh of the interaction, Miguel grinned at the kid. "So there is a way to tire you out... I'll keep that in mind."
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â â§.*Are You Listening?*â .â â§
~Ehehehe the brain maggots won and I canât say Iâm upset by it (â©ïŒŸ). Iâve binged this show enough times to be put into all kinds of moods by these men, so I might as well write out my feelings. This is set right after S1 Ep. 7, so if you havenât watched up to there, expect some spoilers! For anyone else who has pirate-based thought goblins, I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Edward
Ler: Stede
Summary: Stede goes on a small rant about what happened on their latest adventure, though Edward isnât fully listening. When he notices this, he calls the man out, but is met with a rather fascinating reaction.
Warnings: mild Our Flag Means Death spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you donât like that, scroll away!!
Bobbing with the current, the Revenge drifted peacefully through the sea. Most of the crew was on-deck, chatting and messing around in their moment of peace. However, in the captainâs quarters, two men relaxed, one info-dumping while the other thumbed through random numbers of Stedeâs vast collection of novels.
âAnd did you see that birdâs nest? They had to be Snowy Plovers, no question. Oh, I wish Lucius had brought his sketching journal.â Stede sighed dreamily, slowly pacing around the room as he spoke.Â
Ed hummed, not looking up from the copy of Hansel and Grettle. Stede had allowed him to browse whatever he wanted in the library, though he rarely read anything cover-to-cover. The blonde man continued, not yet noticing his companionâs lack of attention.
âThere were so many interesting creatures on that island! I mean, the orange was the real treasure in it all, but I do so enjoy exploring nature when we travel.â Turning on his heel, he spun to face the bearded man once again. âWhat do you think, Ed?âÂ
âUh-huh, yeah. Good, uh, land and shit,â Edward half-heartedly replied, flipping a few more pages into the book. Thatâs when Stede finally noticed that he wasnât really listening.
âEdward!â The pirate jolted, shutting the book and actually meeting Stedeâs eyes. âYou werenât even listening to me, were you?â Stede huffed, crossing his arms with an almost adorable pout.
âUhâŠkinda? I mean, I heard the bit about the birdsâŠâ Ed mumbled most of his response, looking away. Yeah, heâd only heard a few words of the other manâs spiel. âFuckinâ, uhâŠbook was distracting.â
With a huff, Stede sat down beside him, picking up the book. âIâm glad youâre interested in literature, but I was talking. Itâs a bit rude to ignore people, isnât it?â While he was a bit annoyed, Stedeâs tone was a joking one. He even poked the manâs ribs in a playful manner, though he hadnât expected Edâs flinch.
âDamn, did I hurt you?â Stede sounded worried, a profanity even slipping in. He was more panicked than a normal friend shouldâve been, though neither commented on it.Â
âNo, didnât hurt. Takes more than a fuckinâ finger to hurt me.â Ed swatted Stedeâs hand away, his beard hiding the very slight blush on his cheeks. He hadnât felt a touch like that sinceâŠwell, itâd certainly been a while. âJust feltâŠI dunno, fuckinâ weird.âÂ
âWeird?â Stede spoke softly, his worry melding into confusion. What could possibly feel weird to Blackbeard? Heâd only lightly poked the man, and his ribs arenâtâŠoh. Oh. It took everything Stede had to keep a straight face as he said his next words.
âMight your ribs be a bit sensitive, Ed?âÂ
Edward nearly did a double-take at the words and his tone, snapping his head in the other manâs direction. âSensitive? IâmâŠIâm fuckinâ Blackbeard. Sensitivity doesnât apply to me.â
Stede rolled his eyes. Yeah right⊠Stifling a smirk, the blonde slowly slid his hand towards Edâs side. Before he could do anything, though, a rough hand snatched his wrist. Edwardâs eyes met his, full of some unreadable emotion.
âDonât. Donât you fuckinâ dare, Bonnet.â His tone was gruff and dark, though the emotion in his eyes gained some depth. It was almostâŠgiddy? The word felt foreign when describing Ed, though it fit to a tee.
âHmmmâŠI think I fucking do.â Using his other hand, he squeezed Edwardâs side. The feeling was such a shock that a damned giggle left the dread pirateâs mouth, his arms moving to clamp to his sides.
That sound made Stedeâs stomach fill with a strange fluttering feelingâone he often felt around Edward. He decided to pursue it, scooting closer and wiggling his fingers into Edâs stomach.Â
The feeling wasnât that intense through his layers of clothing, but it definitely still tickled. Biting his lip, Ed squirmed, trying to shove at Stedeâs hands while still protecting himself. It should be noted, however, that he didnât put up much of a real fight.
âMy, Edward. I think someoneâs a bit ticklishâŠâ Stede chuckled, trying to slip his fingers under Edâs arms. Heâd had a small taste of the other manâs laughter, and had become hooked, He had to hear more. âI think itâd feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter, Ed. Donât you?â
When the eccentric man managed to wedge his fingers up to Edâs ribs, the pirate knew he was done for. The dam broke, surprisingly bright giggles filling the quarters. They were still gruff, of courseâstill, the happy air was hard to ignore.Â
âOh dear. I think someoneâs got a case of the giggles~â Stede cooed, one hand wiggling on the manâs ribs as the other poked and spidered on his belly. Was he pushing his luck? Oh, absolutely. It was, however, well worth it to see Edâs silly smile.
 âF-fuhuhuck- Stehehede! Fuhuck ohohoff!â Twisting and wriggling around, Ed hid his face in his shoulder. The bearded manâs heavy boots skidded on the wooden floor, leaving small scuffs. Stede would deal with that later.
The feeling wasâŠwell, it wasnât awful for Edward. He would never let the crew see him like that, of course; he had a reputation to maintain. With Stede, however, it felt nice to laugh. To let a few of his walls down without the fear of the mental rubble coming back to crush him. He wasnât going to admit any of that, but it was true: his blush, however, was a different story.
âWell, I would, but I think I can see some pink underneath that salt and pepper of yours. Are you blushing, Eddy?â Stede used a slight nickname, his tone incredibly playful and teasing. He was determined to keep Ed giggling for as long as possible.Â
âScrehehew youhu!â Edward tried arching his back, but that only freed his ribs up more. Slipping his fingers beneath Edâs leather, Stede wiggled his fingers against the thinner fabric of his undershirt. That got quite the reaction.
âGRK- FAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!â Edâs bright giggles ramped up to loud, raucous laughter. A few snorts worked their way in, making Stedeâs heart melt. Oh, how he loved that soundâŠ
âI must say, this is a fine symphony. Iâm loving all the onomatopoeias, and your laugh is so melodic!â Wanting to be a bit more mean, Stede hummed a lovely tune by Bach, pretending that his fellow seamenâs ribs and belly were piano keys. âI just love tickling the ivories, donât you?â
The bearded man couldnât respond, too lost in laughter to form a coherent sentence. While it was nice to laugh his cares away, he was starting to wear out. His throat was drying up, and his sides were starting to ache. He patted Stedeâs wrist, managing to speak through his amusing cackles. âS-STAHAHAP! STEHEHEDE!â
Immediately, Stede pulled away, sensing Edâs weariness. He didnât want to push too much. âGoodness, Ed, I-Iâm sorry. I got a bit carried away. Are you alright?â
Closing his eyes, Edward took a few deep and giggly breaths. He was certainly tired, but not to an uncomfortable degree. âQu-quit worryinâ... Takes mohore than a little laugh to knohock Blackbeard down.â The red hue on his cheeks slowly subsided, his giggles drying up. Ed recovered pretty quickly.
âGood, good,â Stede sighed, smiling softly. Finally noticing that his hands were still on Edward, he scooted away, blushing. Ed cut him off before he could make a fool of himself.Â
âYa know, itâs been a while since anyoneâs had the balls to do somethinâ like that to me. Good on ya, Stede.â He clapped the blonde on the shoulder, though didnât let go after. Instead, he flipped their positions, swiftly pinning Stede to the couch and nearly straddling him.
Ed made quick work of Stedeâs resistance, even though there was hardly any to deal with. âThereâs a reason for that, though. Wanna guess why?â He pinned the flamboyant manâs arms above his head without any hesitation. Stede couldnât help the squeaky giggles that bubbled out of him, already squirming. He shook his head. Edward leaned down and whispered in his ear, scraggly beard hair tickling the poor manâs neck. He was in for a long evening...
âI always get my revenge~â
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I'm Tumblr adopting you
Kisses you platonically and also motherly on the forehead
AAEAASISGAIUD hello then mother! (ïŒÏïŒ)âĄ
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Okay so I went through my inbox and ARHEAHSVHEHWHD đđđ
@weirdgoblinthing sent me the nicest message ever! I'm not answering it so I can save it somewhere whenever I need it but GRAH thank youuuuuu!
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Sooo... this happened this morning-
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Ler teases Hunter would use hcs? đ
Click Here for the headcanons I did for him! Check the ler section for the teases.
Wanted to make sure you got the notif for this and didn't think I blew you off (â àčâ âąâ ïčâ âąâ )
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