A cute ler collector curious if grimwalkers can be ticklish?

I'm 99% positive you meant for Hunter to be the lee, so that's what I'm going with. Hope you enjoy!

Lee: Hunter

Ler: Collector

Summary: The Collector is a curious enby, and Hunter is the perfect candidate to answer their question.

Warnings: Owl House spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Things were looking up for the Owl House residents. Luz and Stringbean were figuring their magic out, King was exploring his powers, Eda and Raine officially got back together, and the Collector was settling in. True, he needed to leave eventually, but they were happy for the moment.

There were a few strange things to get used to. One was learning boundaries and social skills. Another was affection. Hugs and cuddles took some getting used to, but they were much appreciated. Something he never got used to, however, was tickling.

It was so strange, getting someone to giggle and laugh by just touching them. Nevertheless, it intrigued him. He was okay with the feeling, and loved tickling others. It was so funny to watch their reactions!

Hunter came around sometimes, and the Collector was curious. He hadn't seen many Grimwalkers in his existence, which gave him many questions. Most of which couldn't be answered, but the few that could sparked some great conversations.

Hunter had come over that day, hanging out with Willow and Luz. When the girls went off together, something about palisman outfits, Collector asked one of his famous questions, though this one was more flustering than usual.

"Are grimwalkers ticklish?"

Hunter choked on air, having a small coughing fit. "W-why do you wanna know?" The entity smiled, shrugging. "I dunno, I'm curious. So, are you?" The boy fumbled, tripping over his words. "No, of- I- I'm not. Yep, not t-ticklish at all!" 

He smiled. "Very convincing. In that case, I guess you wouldn't mind if I did THIS!" The Collector scribbled on his sides, making him squeak and turn away. Amused at his reaction, they dug in, clawing and pinching the sensitive skin. Hunter burst into giggles, shoving at the other's hands.

"Gehehet ohohoff! Cohohohollehectohor!" With a snap of his fingers, purple restraints held Hunter's arms above his head, keeping him in place. "Now we can have some real fun!"

Cracking their knuckles, the Collector scribbled across Hunter's belly. He tried and failed to hold back his reaction, loud laughter filling the room. "GAHAHAHA! QUHIHIHIT IHIT!"

The Collector shook his head, clicking his tounge. "Oh come on, Hunter. Willow told me you like this!" Face turning bright red, Hunter tugged at his arms, trying to break out of his purple restraints. They held strong, keeping his midsection nice and exposed.

Moving up to the boy's ribcage, they dug into each bone, a huge grin on their face. Hunter snorted, and entity gasped. "Oh my Titan, that's so fun! Do it again, do it again!" Much to his embarrassment, he did snort again, the sensations on his ribs turning his brain to mush.

"AHAHA*snort*AHAHA! COHOLEHECTOR! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* " Not wanting to push his limits, he stopped, giving the boy a breather.

"Wow, you're really ticklish!" Hunter groaned, trying to hide his red face in his shoulder. After he'd regained his breath, the Collector floated behind him, grinning. "There's one more thing I gotta try!"

Snapping their fingers, a blue feather appeared, floated into their open palm. The entity brushed the feather on his neck, twisting and twirling it around. Hunter burst out in hiccupy giggles, scrunching his shoulders.

The Collector giggled. "Ahahaww, that's so cute!" He shook his head, both denying them and trying to shake off the feather. Neither worked.

Finally, after a minute or two, he stopped, releasing Hunter. The boy curled up, rubbing his neck and giggling like a mad man. They giggled, patting his head.

"Guess that's a yes!"

Don't remember if this has been done before but how about the Collector tickling Hunter?

Oh nooo the Collector was super fun to drawww! They'd make a great tickle monster >:)

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

Fandom: The Owl House

Ship: None

Characters: Ler!Collector, Lee!Belos

Word count: 1,218

Warnings: Intense tickles, a little bit non-con, tell me if I need to add anything else!

A/N: This is adorable I love it so much!!! Thank you to @ticklytums for the inspiration!

Spoilers for King's Tide

Let's Play!

"Philipppp! I'm boredddd! Let's play!" The collector, manifested into a real-life child, said.

"No, I'm doing something right now. You need to be patient."

"I don't wanna be patient! I wanna do something now!" The collector grabbed his arm and shook him a little bit.

"Well then you have to do something without me." The child whined at this.

"I wanna play with you! Right now!" Belos simply ignored them for the present moment.

The child soon tired of whining and started poking him. In the cheek, on his shoulder, on his arm, everywhere.

"Will you stop?"

"Why?" Belos sighed. He hated the why game. It was played like this - The collector would constantly ask why until he was done with all of the questions and gave into whatever the collector wanted to play.

"Because-" One not well coordinated poke landed on his side, and he gave a little squeak.

He could still save this, maybe.

"What was that?" The child asks, poking him again. His muscles tensed as he inhaled sharply. "Did it hurt?"

"No-"

"Then why did you make that noise?" They began poking him in the same spot on his side over and over and over again.

"Collector, if you do not stop, I cannot finish up, which means I cannot play."

"But I wanna know why you made that noise!"

"It tickled. That is all." Belos said, trying not to sound flustered in any way.

Wow, a child could get an admission out of him through sheer annoyance. Pathetic.

"It tickled? What is tickled?" Belos was about to ask how they didn't know what tickling is. But, it kind of made sense. They were trapped as a shadow-like creature, unable to feel touch for hundreds of years.

"Let me finish what I'm doing and I'll show you." The child whined again, but tried to sit still. They did pretty well.

For a minute and a half.

They then went right back to poking Philip, this time adventuring up and and down his side, ribs, and hip bone. He tried to keep himself composed, but eventually, the tingling was the only thing he could focus on. But he would not break. Not in front of this annoyance of a child.

"Are you done? You stopped writing, you must be! Come on, let's play!"

"I'm never going to get done if you keep p-poking me like that." He gritted his teeth in an effort to not laugh. The collector stopped for a moment, thinking. Belos used the opportunity to speed run his paperwork, even though he was a little confused as to why they stopped.

"Philip! I remember this game!"

"Remember... what game?"

"The tickle game! Let's play let's play!" The collector immediately latched onto the older man, tickling his sides.

"No! You i-incorrigible child, get off!" Belos clumsily fell out of his chair, knocking his staff out of his reach.

"Come on Philly! You need to laugh more anyways!"

"N-no! Collector I will- noahahaha!" He tried to hold himself together, but it was pointless. The child would have their fun, would force him to participate as long as they wanted.

It wasn't awful though. It was true, he didn't laugh often, barely even smiled. Allowing himself to let go, even if it was somewhat forced, was kind of nice.

But admitting to it, well. He'd rather throw himself into the Boiling Sea before doing that. Especially to the child, who now had a body, which would definitely be used to tickle him silly.

Moving upwards. Towards his worst spot. His armpits.

"Wahahait! Nahahahaha! Ohoho myhyhy TihihihITAHAHAN THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!"

"That's kind of the point!" The collector giggles at him.

"COHOHOHOLLECTOHOHOR- NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" He dissolved into pure hysterics, unable to form comprehensible words anymore, when they attack his armpits.

Titan, he hated this. He hated being a flustered, blushy, giggly, crying mess, due to the hands of a child. A star child that has the powers of a God, maybe, but nonetheless, a child. He hated that there was nothing he could do about the almost unbearable tingles of electricity shooting through his body, causing him to squirm around fruitlessly. He didn't hate the tickles themselves, though. Just the fact that he could be rendered a defenseless giggly puddle of ticklish nerves under the hands of a mere child. He was emperor, for Titan's sake. He was supposed to be always alert, always ready. But now he couldn't even control his own laughter.

"I'm not hearing a stop~" The collector teased. Well of course he wouldn't beg for mercy. That's a low that even he wouldn't go to. Even while being a sensitive pile of nerves that was tingling all over. At that point, he might as well just jump off the highest peak of the Isles. "Oh, stop fighting it Philip! We both know you love this!"

"IHIHI- I DOHOHON'T YOU IHIN- IHIHINSUFFERABLE CHIHIHILD!" He screamed, as they moved one hand down to tickle his hip, and the other stayed to cause as much giggly chaos in his brain as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Keep telling yourself that. Eventually you'll come to realize that you're wrong!" They slowed their hands, and their head tilted with a smile. The break was needed and well-deserved. But it didn't feel like a slow wind down, like they were done completely, so Belos was a little bit skeptic, but took the time to breathe.

Then he felt his shirt get pushed up. He crossed his arms over his stomach.

"Nohoho." But the kid looked so excited, like a puppy who hadn't seen their owner in a while. They grabbed his hands, and both of them were surprised when Belos' arms gave almost no resistance at all to being pushed to the side.

"Ready? This is the most fun part!" The child bent down and blew a raspberry on his tummy.

The sensations from those things were utterly horrible. It was so much, he could barely manage one. He screamed, it was so bad. He loved it, yes, but the raspberry things were too much to bear.

So when the collector gained his breath to do another one, it was no wonder why Belos decided to squirm away. Or, try to, in his weakened state.

"No wait, one more! One more and I'll stop if you want!" Belos shook his head no. "You... don't want me to stop after one more?"

"Cohohohollector, plehehehease-" Oh no. Now he was begging. The Emperor couldn't stand a few tickles, how pathetic. It's a good thing no one else knew about this. Belos would have their head if anyone else knew. "Plehehehease stohohohop!"

"Mmm... okay." They blew one more raspberry, it was a long one, before they sat back up and pulled his shirt down.

Belos felt tears run down his red face, and he wiped them away quickly.

"Wait, I didn't mean to make you cry! Don't be sad, I'm sorry-"

"Yohoho- You're ohokay." Belos sat up and grabbed their hand, patting it. "Hahahahappy tehehears, rihihight?" The collector looked up at his face, before tackling him to lay down again, this time hugging him. Belos hit the floor with a grunt, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the kid.

They stayed like that for a while. It was calm and peaceful. It was amazing.

I know I have a couple of requests, but this is the only thing I have motivation for right now

Thunderstorms

Warnings: Tickle fic, descriptions of a panic attack, implied separation anxiety, also the tickling is mainly at the end of the fic for this one

Pairing: Ler! Eda, Lee! Collector (Platonic)

Words: 3000+

(I’ll also be referring to the Collector as he or they throughout the story as that’s what they use!)

Months had passed since the Collector’s colourful takeover of the Boiling Isle’s. Well, he didn’t really mean to take over. The child had only been searching for friends his entire life, and being around Belos for hundreds of years practically crushed any sense of morality he had at the time. Luckily for him, but also for the rest of the Isles, Luz and her friends returned from the human realm to put a stop to the Collector’s reign, which consisted of befriending him, and dealing with Belos. After all, the child didn’t know what they were doing, and it’s not like they were going to kill them.

Eda had agreed, well insisted, on keeping the Collector at The Owl House, mainly to teach him how to control his power, which even surprised Eda with how well they were managing it at such a young age. They simply lost control if they were too overwhelmed. She even helped teach the kid some morals with the help of Luz and King. He even got him own room, which should’ve been nice for him, I mean they decorated it with stickers of stars, moons and even created some nice purple lighting for themselves as it reminded them of the night sky. And while the room looked nice, every night after Eda tucked him in and left the room, he would always feel…bad . That’s the only way he could describe it, he just felt bad, like worried, but also sad. They were always so worried that Eda would never reopen that door in the morning. The Collector rarely managed to get themselves any sleep like this, and on the special occasions he did, it was plagued by nightmares, horrible, horrible nightmares and he hated them so much! He could remember Belos, all the lies he fed into the child, being sealed away for hundreds of years, but he also saw things that never happened, like Eda leaving him or King running away from him. It wasn’t scary in a way that someone would be scared of a spider, or Hooty, it was scary in an existential way. It was scary in the way that he always thought it would happen. It was scary in the way that he already lived through it.

‘After the Day of Unity, you can be free.’

The words rang through the child’s prison, the only thing to keep him company being the endless piles of random kink littered across the dimension and of course, Belos. The boy held onto his hood, his eyes already teary at the sight of this place as he wondered around.

‘But you promised to let me go! I taught you magic stronger then anybody’s!’ He argued, his voice came off angry, and he certainly was at the prospect of being lied too, but he couldn’t deny just how scared he was in the moment. Millions of thoughts ran through his head, but it was like they were all foggy. Desperation practically leaked through his voice as he scrambled around, trying to say anything to convince Belos to release him, but in the end, he was just thrown away into a pit, his voice echoing all the way down as dread began to fill him. The relic he was imprisoned in touched the bottom of the inky abyss he was discarded into, like a children’s toy; he stared up helplessly as sunlight became a memory to him.

It was only then that the Collector woke up, almost jumping out of his bed in fear. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face scrunching up as their hands practically dug into his blanket, holding it like their life depended on it. The powerful being took in as much air as his mouth would allow,the cooling feeling of terror filling his body soon fizzling up ever so slowly, only to be left with an empty void of sorrow. They absolutely hated feeling this way over just a dream, it made them think they were more immature then they already were. His red eyes gazed over to the window, desperate to take his mind off that horrific dream. However, his slow movements was interrupted by a loud boom coming from outside. The Collector flinched backwards, biting down on his inner cheek hard, their head stared down at the protective bedsheets enveloping his small body. ‘Please, not now..’ he whimpered ever so quietly, the stream of rain plummeting against the ground becoming more aware to then. The being let out a shaky breath, greedily inhaling repeatedly afterwards as he buried his face in his hands. The child has never been fond of thunderstorms, he hated them in fact, they were too loud and too sudden for his liking. And given the petrified state he was already in, he wasn’t capable of handling them, at all.

Another crash echoed throughout his window.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay, remember what Luz said, it’s just thunder..’ they whispered to themselves, their voice becoming louder in an attempt to drown out the noise.

Crash!

‘I can do this, I can do this..’ he said, the Collector’s voice becoming more squeaky as fear began to become more apparent in his face.

Another boom of thunder was all it took to send the Collector practically flying out of his bed. Their breathing quickly descended into panicky intakes of oxygen as they messily discarded their bed sheets to the side. ‘I can’t do this!’ He wailed, feeling tears began to prickle in his eyes. He couldn’t stay like this any longer; he couldn’t bare another second of it. Startled, the enby reached around for their door handle before quickly flinging it open.

‘Eda!’ They shrieked, bolting out of their confining room and running down the hallway. He could feel bad about waking people up later, he needed someone, anyone to help him through this, he couldn’t stay another second in that room. It was too scary, too dark, too alone for them to remain there. Eda’s practically shot open as she heard her- the kid screaming in the halls. She know the Collector was a child, but they had a lot of power and didn’t seem to be scared by most things, they usually found most things exciting or interesting. So hearing him practically scream in fear left a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her covers were quickly thrown off of her as she immediately began running out of her room, immediately shaking off her tiredness. The woman was normally more grouchy when she woke up, but it’s not like she could afford to leave the Collector like that. The woman practically ripped open the door, stepping into the hallway as she turned her face to the Collector’s room, seeing the door flung open and the child blindly running towards her.

The Collector had their eyes squeezed shut, unable to take in their surroundings as their feet pounded against the ground. It wasn’t until the sight of a taller figure in front of him that he managed to slow down a bit. If anyone could help him through this, to get over that awful nightmare, it would be Eda. He needed Eda. The child desperately pounced up at Eda’s leg, overestimating how much force she could take as they accidentally knocked her over onto the ground. ‘Ah!’ Eda let out a sudden yelp of surprise at she fell to the ground, barely able to use her arms to break her fall in time. However, it wasn’t falling she was worried about, it was the state that the Collector was in.

The child of the stars was in front of her, sitting on his knees with an expression of guilt and fear spread across his face. They tried to take in a breath, but they couldn’t even focus on that, leading to them only quick, short breaths and before he knew it, he was hyperventilating. His hands buried themselves in the roots of his fluffy white hair, his crimson eyes pointing down at the floor, not wanting to face Eda. It had only been a mistake, one Eda didn’t mind, but still, he knocked her over. He woke her up in the middle of the night, pushed her down, all for what? Because he couldn’t handle a thunderstorm? How was he supposed to explain that now? There was no way Eda would help him, she’ll get mad and send him back to his room or maybe just leave him. His mind spiralled with wilder and wilder ideas by the second, stressed out of his mind. However, in his panic, he could feel himself being picked up, slowly and softly. He barely managed to stare up at Eda, and while he was expecting her to be mad and start berating him, her face was riddled with concern for the enby. It didn’t take long until the witch had the child on her lap, with their heads facing each other. ‘I-I’m sorry..’ was all the Collector managed to choke out, great, now he’d made Eda worried! She shouldn’t have to waste her time with something like this when she could be getting sleep. ‘Oh, starlight, you have nothing to be sorry for, just please, let’s get your breathing under control, okay?’ Eda reassured him, her voice a lot more soft then it usual was. She placed her hands on The Collector’s shoulders, gently squeezing them to keep him grounded. The child of the stars meekly stared back up at her, their breathing still a hyperventilating mess. The child spluttered for breath, clenching his fists as he struggled to even take in air. How was he not even able to breath properly for Eda? Why couldn’t he do anything right?! He thought, his mind swirling around in a toxic circle, fuelled by his own fear.

‘I-I can’t..’ they mumbled, their voice getting quieter and more meek then usual; probably a sign they were getting very short on breath. Eda’s gaze toughened, not in a mean or judging kind of way, it was more of a determined fashion. There was still a glint of softness in her pupils towards the child. ‘Of course you can, here, starlight, just look at me, okay? Just copy me, that’s all you need to do, you’re safe,’ the witch comforted them, her multicoloured eye looking against the Collector’s red ones. Slowly but surely, his breathing began getting more stable and calm, he still looked slightly on edge and his body was tense, but at least progress was being made. The Collector soon curled up on her lap, hugging his knees to his chest with a fairly strong grip. There was a comfortable silence for a couple moments, something they definitely needed after all that. It was soon broken by Eda however, her hand resting against the child’s side as she spoke. ‘Do you want to tell me what all that was about?’ The woman asked, not trying to sound pushy. She figured if the Collector had a problem, especially one that left them this petrified, it would be better to solve it. The enby thought for a moment, before giving a small nod and just mumbling ‘n-nightmares..’.

Ah, of course. A child of the stars is still a child after all. Oh well, at least this wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. ‘Okay then, Coli, do you wanna talk about them?’ She prompted, earning a whimper from the Collector. It seemed like they had suddenly lost the ability to speak at the thought of talking about the recurring, plaguing, horrific dreams. It felt like an invisible barrier was between his brain and his mouth, even though he knew it would help Eda, and more importantly himself, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. And he didn’t need to. ‘Okay, that’s alright, starlight, you don’t have to talk about it. Do you wanna stay in my room for the night, or should I get you back to your bed?’ The Collector blinked slowly, it felt like the option of being able to stay with someone, anyone else for the night had pulled a weight off his heart. ‘You, please..’ he answered in a resigned tone, barely able to open his mouth to answer but it was a start.

Eda nodded down at the child, her arms wrapping around them a little tighter as she stood up, still cradling the enby in her arms. She even began rocking him slightly, wanting to make sure he was as comfortable as possible after such a stressful night. It certainly worked, the Collector’s breathing had returned to normal at this point. Good, Eda thought, at least she was making progress with the kid. Or at least so she thought. Another crash of thunder caused the Collector to flinch back into the witch’s arms, their hands grabbed the edges of his hood as he pulled it tightly around his eyes. The Collector pressed their eyes shut, his breathing hitched for just a moment before he heard Eda speak. ‘Oh, you don’t like the thunder, do you?’ The woman observed, making them blush slightly; being scared of thunderstorms was always embarrassing for them, they had only told Luz about it and she had reassured him, he just couldn’t help but think like that. The Collector nodded, making a small humming sound as he snuggled closer against the Clawthorne, finding her comforting to be around. ‘Okay, thanks for telling me, that was really brave of you,’ she told him, the simply bundle of words instantly putting a smile on the child’s face. ‘We’ll be able to handle the thunder together, alright?’ She asked, bumping open the door to her room with her hip.

While in the human realm, the Collector could’ve been given a pair of headphones to help with their fear, nothing was that simple in the demon realm. Eda took to casting a hex inside her room, the vibrant, yellow lines of her magic slithered around the room, illuminating it for a couple moments before dying down. The result of the magic was to silence any noise coming from the outside of the room, and vice versa, something that would hopefully console the Collector. The child then raised its head, pulling back down their hood curiously. The splattering of the rain was completely gone, the Owl House had never sounded this peaceful to them! His mouth parted into a small ‘O’ shape at the comforting silence before staring back up at Eda, his red eyes full of wonder. ‘This is amazing, thank you, m- Eda!’ They exclaimed, kicking their legs slightly in excitement of the new found peace. It was like Eda was a safety blanket for them, something to rely on, someone to stay with, someone to truly live with them. It felt like he was truly alive.

‘Ah, you don’t have to worry about it, you little rascal!’ She smiled down at him, a single gold fang showing, glinting with mischief. Suddenly, the woman’s long nails connected against the soft pyjama shirt the Collector was wearing, clawing and scribbling all around. Eda figured that after such a long and stressful night, the enby could use a good laugh to calm himself down. Even though they looked anything but calm right now, but not in a bad way. Not at all in fact! ‘BAHAHAHAHA, EHAHAHAHADA!’ The child’s limbs flew all over the place as his body wormed around in Eda’s arms, he always knew that he was too ticklish for his own good, though he’d hardly ever complain about it, quite the opposite. He loved the touch, at any opportunity really. Being starved from contact for so long left him craving for any kind of affection, including tickling. He’d normally have to annoy the people around him to get tickling, so not having to ask in this situation was an even better bonus. ‘Yeeessss, Coli?’ She answered annoyingly, smiling at just how happy the child looked in her arms. Their face flushed a lovely shade of crimson before they promptly raised their arms to bury their face in their slightly oversized sleeves. Not only was Eda a great tickler, given she had years of experience, she was also an amazing teaser, though she was probably being nice with her teases to the Collector right now. ‘IHAHAHAAHAHT TIAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHCKLES!’ He screamed, barely able to contain himself as he writhed and wriggled about in the Owl Lady’s hold, but made no actual attempts to get away. Given how strong he was, it wouldn’t even be a challenge to move away from Eda’s tormenting nails so she figured he was enjoying himself there. The assumption being totally correct, of course, which only encouraged her to keep going. ‘Naww, does it? I hadn’t noticed through all that adorable laughter in hearing!’ She cooed over the precious state the Collector was left in, their face beginning to go red as a result of the teases. He tried to hide his face in his hood, but it felt down as a result of all his thrashing. ‘BAHAHAHAAHAHA, EHAHAAHAHDA!’ They whined loudly, quickly tilting their body over to bury their head into Edalyn’s shoulder, the feeling of the fabric of her shirt being comforting to him. It was all extremely comforting to him, just knowing Eda was there with him, and actually enjoyed spending time with him.

Her hands trailed down to his hips and began squeezing against them, earning a series of high pitched squeals from the child. ‘Awh, trying to hide that blush, are we? Come on, starlight, there’s no use hiding from the tickle monster!’ The teasing definitely worked at revealing their blush as soon their entire face had gone red at Eda’s childish teasing, though that was to be expected from her. ‘SAHAHAHAHMEONES GAHAHAHAHAHNNA MEHEHEHEHE, YOHAHAHU KNOW!’ The Collector fretted, still slightly guilty about waking Eda up in the middle of the night. It didn’t matter much though, he was only focusing on all the tickles he was getting right now. ‘Don’t be silly, Coli, the room’s still hexed, no one’s gonna hear this cute laughter! It’s quite a shame for them, really!’ She smiled down at the absolute precious sight in her arms, adoring how the Collector had just went limp to take in all the tickles he could. Though, despite his enjoyment, it was easy to see that he was getting tired, his aforementioned limpness leading to Eda catching on quickly. The woman’s hand slowed as she stopped using her long nails to tickle him, and stuck to simply circling her fingertips against his sides, leading to giggles pouring out of him as his eyes shut peacefully. ‘T-thahahnk you..’ he mumbled as loud as he could to try and fight against the oncoming sleepiness, but it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, taking in calm breath.

Eda smiles fondly down at the sight, slowly lowering the Collector down into her bed and tucking him in. She couldn’t undo what Belos had done, and she couldn’t just magic away their nightmares, but from now on she’d make sure they wouldn’t have to face them alone.

Hey can you do a toh tickle fanfiction for me please you know about watching and dreaming with Luz's nightmare instead of Amity, Gus, Hunter and Willow fighting Luz thay tickle Luz.

I FINISHED IT! I apologize for such a long wait, I am so bad at getting things done, but ITS HERE! This was a fun write, even though I could only get it done chunk by chunk over a long amount of time. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request!

Summary: Luz realizes she’s having a nightmare and the Collector is not happy about it. He decides to take his anger out in a childish way.

Luz could feel her heart hammering in her ears as she stood on the bridge outside the Emperor’s palace. This couldn’t be happening! This wasn’t right!

Dressed in Belos’s clothing, she stood before her friends. Their eyes were empty, devoid of any sympathy or care for her. Willow, Gus, Hunter, and her beloved Amity. They all hated her. Luz was certain of it, and she was certain she deserved it.

“I’m sorry.” She said simply, lacking any real sorrow. “But for the sake of everyone you hurt,”

“Please, no!” Hot tears welled in Luz’s eyes like lava. She couldn’t even bring herself to say that it wasn’t her fault. She took a step back and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting to be hit by a glob of abomination goo, or a spiked vine.

“I challenge you to a witch’s battle!” Witch’s battle?

Luz peeked one eye open. “W-wait… say that again?”

“I said, I challenge you to a witch’s battle!”

Amity’s tone didn’t change at all when she repeated the phrase. It was robotic, as if the response had been programmed into her to say it exactly the same every time. She didn’t move from her defensive, fighting stance. 

“Witch’s… battle?”

She hesitantly approached her girlfriend, then gingerly squished her pretty face in her hands. “Bep.” She playfully flicked her ears. “Boop.”

She observed how Amity didn’t respond, and her fears began to melt away and were quickly replaced by a fuzzy feeling. She lifted up Amity’s arm and poked her, like she was a doll she could position and pose.

“You look like Amity, you feel like Amity, but you’re not Amity, are you?”

Luz’s face broke into a smile as she stepped back. Of course something was weird! 

“Ha! You’re not her! None of you are you!”

“How dare you? Of course we’re us!” Willow spoke, but she barely moved.

“It’s, ‘I challenge you to a witch’s duel,’ not battle!” She waved her finger at them, her confidence quickly returning. “And the Amity I know would never misquote The Good Witch Azura!”

She took a step back and smiled, Stringbean formed a staff in her hands.

“So come on, attack me. I know what’s going on now.” She watched as her friends readied themselves, charging right at her. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first hit, and- “No, no NO!” A childish voice echoed around the bridge. Luz opened her eyes, and her friends were frozen in place. Glowing wires were wrapped around their wrists and ankles, like they were little puppets. Floating above them all, was a very grumpy looking Collector. He had his arms crossed and was glaring down at the group with a pout. “You weren’t supposed to figure it out! This isn’t fair!”

“Collector?!”

“What am I supposed to do now?! Oh, you’re probably so angry with me!” They floated in circles and flipped himself upside down while clutching his hat. 

Luz’s eyes wandered from the Collector to her friends. They were starting to come out of their trance, and their eyes were shining again.

Suddenly, he was right next to Luz. He dramatically flopped onto her shoulder, nearly knocking her over. “You aren’t angry with me, right? For trying to scare you?”

“Uhm…” She quickly glanced at her friends, who were all giving her very hesitant looks. “No?”

“Really?” The Collector’s eyes lit up. Then they scowled. “Cause I’m still pretty mad at you for screwing up my fun!” “W-well, there’s other ways to have fun!” Luz stammered. She backed away from him, in between all her friends. “Like, um, maybe instead of scaring people, you should try making them laugh!”

The Collector tapped his finger to his chin a couple times. Then slowly, his lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Hm… y’know what, human? I think you’re right!” He snapped his fingers, and Luz’s friends went limp. The light in their eyes faded along with the glowing wires. The Collector giggled rather deviously and clapped his hands a few times. Luz’s friends sprang to attention, and grabbed her all at once.

“H-Huh?! What are you-”

“And I’ve got the perfect way to do it! Get her!”

Luz wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting to happen, but feeling the skittering, tickling fingers of all four of her friends definitely wasn’t it! She made a noise that was akin to a startled seagull, which quickly dissolved into confused giggling.

“What in the wohohorld?! Collector! Cuhuhuhit out!”

“Man, you mortals can never make up your minds, huh?” The Collector floated over to her, hovering inches away from her face. Personal space wasn’t much of a concern for a child of the stars. “First you want me to make you laugh, then you want me to stop? Come on, we’re having so much fun! You’re laughing aren’t you?”

Those dang fingers were everywhere! Poking at her sides and belly, scribbling up and down her neck and around her ears, Luz could barely focus on just one spot! Every time she’d flail in an attempt to protect herself, they’d just get her somewhere else. 

“This- this isn’t whahahat I meant whehehen I said- EEK! NOHOHO!”

Nails that unmistakably belonged to Amity made Luz’s sentence crumble when they spidered up her sides and into the hollows of her underarms. If it weren’t for her friends all holding her steady, she was certain her legs would’ve just given up.

The Collector just laughed right along with her. “Man, you were right! Making people laugh is way more fun than scaring them! Just listen to all the silly noises you make!” “COLLEHEHECTOR!” “That’s meeee! Hey! I should try this on your other friends, too! I’ll be back!” They clapped their hands, and they vanished in a puff of sparkly purple smoke. Luz was much too busy laughing her head off to even realize where he had gone, or what he had meant by that. It wasn’t like the feeling was bad, she’d always enjoyed tickle fights as a way of bonding or cheering someone up, but this was ridiculous! And not to mention the fact that it was turning her mind to mush! It couldn’t get much worse than this-

“Your laugh is just so sweet, I could listen to it forever!”

Nevermind. It could.

Amity had leaned over to coo teasing compliments in her ear. It had caught Luz so off guard her knees buckled and her friends all shifted to keep her up. 

“WAIHAIT! Nohoho, Amity, please! You know I cahahan’t take it-” “But it’s true!” Man, the Collector had really gotten her friends' personalities down. And it only became more abundant when the rest of them started teasing too. “Come on, Luz! I know you’re tougher than that!” Willow giggled as she kneaded Luz’s side at a steady rythm, making her squeal “You can take it!” Gus had a different tactic, constantly switching spots and jumping around so Luz could never tell where he was going to strike next. “Where’s the spot that makes her laugh the most again? Is it here- or here- or maybe heeeere?” “Man, if only I had known about this little weakness of yours when we were still enemies.” Hunter had a smug mischief in his voice that just dripped with the cockiness of an older brother messing with his younger sister. It reminded Luz of how he acted when they first met. “You would have been done for! Would’ve made our fights go by a lot faster, huh?”

That was really about all Luz could take. Her loud laughter was starting to turn into wheezes, and her friends finally let up. She sunk to the ground and curled up in a ball, still tingling with phantom tickles. “Collector… thahat… phew…” She looked up when she felt Amity’s comforting hand on her shoulder, and realized something she hadn’t before.

They had that light in their eyes. They had it since the Collector had disappeared!

“H-hey wait a minute! You’re you! Really you! You were tickling me on PURPOSE!” “Sorry…” Amity said with a giggle “I couldn’t help it, you’ve just been so down recently, we haven’t heard you laugh like that in so long.”

“You really needed it.” Willow said, crouching down next to her. “Seriously. And you better believe the nice things we said about you, or else.” Hunter tazed her side, earning him a loud squeak.“You guys are-”

But there wasn’t much time for Luz to finish. Her friends gasped when the puppet strings seized them again, jerking their limbs away from her.

“There’s no time to waste!” Shouted Gus. “You need to stop the Collector, you need to wake up!”

“Wait, but how?!”

Amity used the last of her strength to press a familiar glyph into Luz’s hand and offer her a warm smile.

“You turn on the light.”

Happy belated Halloween!

❝ here comes the tickle monster! ❞ with lee Collector and ler Eda?

And with that last ask, I'm finally able to answer this ask!

The name Clips comes from my good friend @ticklytums

A Little Laughter Never Hurt

“HERE COMES THE TICKLE MONSTER!” she cried, flying after the little godling through the woods. “YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!” he called back, shrieking as she nearly did get him.

Eda hadn’t exactly expected to house a mostly de-powered and reformed baby star god. But hey, she’d hadn’t expected to house a literal Titan or a world changing human girl. Plus the clone of a dead guy that visited during the week. So, this was really par for the course.

Right now, they were playing the kids favorite game. Chase, with a twist. The rules were easy, she’d chase him and try to catch him using any means necessary without glyphs. He would run from her without any magic at all, not including flying. If he could make it to the house he was safe, if she caught him she’d go full tickle monster. Right now, they were close to the house, and the tot was making a break for it.

“GOTCHA!” she cried, grabbing him and scooping him up, spinning him in the air. Clips squealed in laughter, snorting and wiggling. “Noooooo! Release me! King help! The Owl Lady caught me!”

“And now The Owl Lady is gonna eat you! Rawr!” she growled, cradling him in her arms to nibble at his belly.

“EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! OH NOOHOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” he shrieked, kicking and squealing in her arms.

“Nom nom nom! Mmmmm! Yummy Collector tummy!” she cooed, nibbling and nuzzling his tummy.

He snorted, squeaking loudly at the ticklish feeling. “EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIHIHIHIHICKLY!”

Eda laughed, entering the house, her nails scribbling along his tiny blue and yellow feet. “I caught The Collector! I am the best hunter in the world!” Clips squealed, feet kicking against her claws, hands smacking her chest. He loved it, but gosh darn it, her nails were so dang tickly!

“Ticky ticky ticky!” she crooned as she walked up the stairs towards her room. “Who’s a ticklish little guy? Is it you? Is it you?”

“EHEHEHEHEHEH! YEEHEHEHEEHES! IHIHIHIT IIIHIHIHIS!” he cackled, curling up into her chest, as her nails scribbled at his sides.

“You bet your butt it is!” she snickered, plopping down into her nest and cuddling him close. “Now, snuggle time and nap time.”

“Nooooo! No nap time!” He whined, wiggling in her grip to escape.

“Fine then, just snuggle time.” she conceded, scratching his head in the way she knew would have him out like a light in no time.

It was clearly already working as he melted into her, snuggling contently and closing his eyes. “Ok… snuggle time… then we can play some more?”

She smiled warmly, “Yeah, then we can play some more. Promise.”

He nodded, smiling as he drifted off in her arms. “Night kiddo.”

Collector not knowing what tickling is and either King or Luz teaches him?

I am so so sorry this took so long school sucks but here you go anon !

couldn't send an ask to ur doll blog but lemme tell u, seeing it as I'm currently on the bus, going home with my just purchased G3 Frankie made me smile so hard. hoping u shall find perfect dolls for perfect prices, fellow collector 🙏

oh i didn't even realise they were turned off on there :o g3 frankie is so wonderfull i got them recently as well !! all the little details in g3 are so lovely, i can't wait to get my hands on the new abbey when i can find her >:[ i wish for ur future to involve good face screenings, quality hair, and low prices!!

Mom

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Summary: When feeling scared about Luz, King sneaks away to see Eda in the night. She helps make him feel a little better.

Characters: Eda(ler) King(lee)

This is a tickle fic. If you aren't into those, I won't recommend reading this.

Havent written in a while so this'll might just be a short comfort fic

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King couldn't sleep. He trembled in his bed, the Collector fast asleep beside him, muttering words with a happy smile. His thoughts whirled with Luz. He remembered that look on her face when he shot them through the portal.

He had started regretting that decision a while ago. What if he blasted them too hard, and they got hurt? What if something had gone wrong, like the portal collapsing?

King sat up, giving a glance at the sleeping Collector before quietly sneaking out the room. He walked through The Archives, his paws taking him to where all the coven heads were.

He stared at them before slipping through the broken part of the gate. He walked and found the little camp Eda and Lilith had been staying. Lilith was fast asleep, clinging to a pillow with Hooty's face on it. He knew she missed the weird house demon. Maybe he could convince the Collector to do something with him.

Eda was awake, sitting by the fire and staring into it with an empty gaze. But as she looked up, her face softened, and she gave a smile, "Hey kiddo, why are you awake?"

King was quiet, walking up and climbing into her lap. Eda frowned a bit. If King had snuck here in the night, she knew something had to be wrong.

Eda sighed and kissed his horns, "You could get in trouble for being here, King." The Collector didn't like when King wandered off without him.

King shook his head, "I don't care." He spoke quietly. He gave his mom a teary glance, clinging to her shirt. Eda seemed to instantly know what was wrong now, "You thinking about Luz?"

King gave a nod, and Eda sighed, "Yeah, me too. It's hard not to miss her.. silly face." King looked into the fire, "What if she doesn't come back? Or- what if she does and she gets turned into a puppet?" He didn't know which sounded worse. Never seeing his sister again or only seeing her as a lifeless doll.

Eda sighed and began to scratch Kings belly gently, earning a few tiny giggles out of him. It was nice to hear his laugh, so she continued. Her touch was gentle, not wanting to overdo it in his current emotional state.

He squirmed around happily in her lap, still giving giggles as she tickled his belly softly. She kissed his skull, chuckling as he grabbed onto her wrist but didn't stop her. After a while, she could see he was getting exhausted.

She stopped her movements and hugged him, kissing his skull once more before setting him down, "Go back to bed, kiddo." King nodded and began to walk away before stopping,

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Eda stared, trying not to be overwhelmed by tears of fear and love for her kid.

"I love you, too."

And with that, King went back to his bed, feeling a little lighter than before.

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Haha sillys

Hey can you do a toh tickle fanfiction for me please you know about watching and dreaming with Luz's nightmare instead of Amity, Gus, Hunter and Willow fighting Luz thay tickle Luz.

Of course! This one took some brain juice, but I got it done. I hope this is what you meant, Enjoy!

Lee: Amity

Lers: Gus, Amity, Willow, Hunter

Summary: The Collector's nightmare for Luz takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Owl House spoilers. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

All of her friends surrounded her. They looked angry, disappointed, upset. And it was all her fault. Why does this always happen? Why does she cause these things?

Amity came for her with a yell, holding her staff out. Luz dodged, trying to reason with her. It fell on deaf ears. Gus came up behind her, grabbing onto her sides. She couldn't help the surprised squeak that escaped her.

Her friends froze for a minute, and Gus kept his hands on her sides. She tried to pry them off, but his grip was solid and immovable. He squeezed her sides experimentally, and she cursed the yelp that came from her.

The Collector felt the shift in his illusion. He looked into it, and found out what happened. He had Gus squeeze her sides a few more times, and Luz giggled. When people giggle, they're happy. So they went with it, and instructed their puppets to continue with the strange movements. Maybe if she's happy, she'll stay...

Gus wiggled his fingers into her sides, a smug smile on his face. Luz tried not to giggle, pushing at his hands. Stringbean floated near his head, nudging his face. He didnt react, continuing to tickle Luz. The others unfroze and approached the pair, grinning.

Willow summoned some vines to hold Luz's arms above her head. Gus sped his fingers up, scribbling across her sides. She tugged at her magical restraints, but they held strong. "Guhuys, wait! Wh-what's gohohohoing on?!"

She did not get a response. Hunter poked at her armpits, eliciting squeaky laughter from the young witch. "HUHUhuhunter! Whyhy are yoUHUHUhu guhuys DOHOHING THIHIS?!"

Luz had emotional whiplash. They were upset and angry at her a few moments ago, and now they're tickling her? What on the Isles was happening?!

Willow sent a few vines to her legs, wiggling them behind her knees. Her legs gave out, the vines now the only thing holding her up. She was so confused, trying to make sense of everything.

Amity fluttered her fingers on Luz's neck, a blush forming on the latter's cheeks. Stringbean was floating nearby, curious as to what was going on. Luz seemed okay, but why were her friends acting like this? Best to observe and find out.

Gus moved his hands onto her stomach, clawing at the sensitive flesh. She yelped and dissolved into loud, squeaky belly laughter. "NOHOHO! COHOHOME ON, WHYHYHY?!"

The vines on behind her knees dug in, pressing harder and bringing her laughter up an octave. Gus was going at her poor belly, roughly tickling her. Her laughter was loud and bouncy, in no short supply.

She was so, so confused. What was happening? Why were they doing this? Why were they all acting so weird? "GUHUHUYS! WHYHY ARE YOUHUHU T-TIHIHICKLING MEHEHE?!"

They gave her no response, just smiled smugly and kept tickling her. It was like talking to brick walls. They wouldn't respond, almost like they were... OH TITAN!

"COHOHOLLECTOHOR! STOP IHIHIT! LEHEHET THEM GOHOHO!"

All the fingers tormenting her froze, going stiff. She panted, trying to regain her breath. Looking around, all of her friends' faces were frozen, unblinking, wearing that smug grin.

Suddenly, glowing pink wires revealed themselves, connecting to each of her friends' limbs. Their faces unfroze, and the vines holding her up withered. They all wore a similar, concerned expression.

Amity was the first to speak, struggling to move her hands up to Luz's cheeks. "Luz, you have to wake up! We aren't really here, we were all collected! This is a nightmare the Collector trapped you in. You need to break out, come and save us!"

The human's eyes widened. She had gotten through to them, but by the strained looks on their faces, it wouldn't be for long. She hung on Amity's every word, trying to form a plan. "How do I help you guys? I don't- what do I do?"

Amity smiled, and forced her hand down to hold Luz's. "What's the first thing you do when you wake up from a nightmare?"

Her friends started to be lifted away by the strings. Luz tried to hold on to Amity, to say something, to help, but there was nothing she could do.

"You turn on the light."

With that, they were yanked into the sky, up and away from her. She looked at her palm, seeing the light glyph. The illusion around her started to melt away, trying to right itself.

She look a deep breath and activated the glyph, ready to come and save her friends. No matter what

you fools. Tumblr Sexymen are Barbie dolls.

evidence:

- fancy / cool clothes, bonus points if they have more than one outfit

- almost always smiling

- come with little accessories (sans’ ketchup, bill’s cane, alastor’s microphone, once-ler’s axe)

- actually the once-ler has a ton of examples; the axe, a thneed, a plate of pancakes, a bag of marshmallows, two guitars— three if you count the double-necked one— and because of how doll lines work you know only some sets would have certain accessories so collectors would have to buy all of them— and oh yeah let’s not forget that he wears SPARKLY DARK GREEN SUNGLASSES

- look me in the eyes and tell me you can’t picture those dinky little glasses in all their cheap, plastic, choking-hazard glory. I know you can. the same goes for the top hat

ANYWAY MOVING ON:

- often accompanied by some smaller character or creatures (the lorax, bar-ba-loots, eye-bats, nifty, zero) like how Barbie sets often contain animals or her younger, smaller siblings

- heck, bill and wheatley’s object forms could be packaged alongside their human forms AS the obligatory small creatures

- several are likely to break into song at any moment

- animation quality varies wildly

- often associated with a specific building or large structure (again, look me in the eyes and tell me people wouldn’t eat up a Life in the Dreamhouse-style playset of like. the Fearamid or the Hazbin Hotel)

- lots of different careers, just like the girlboss herself!! a capitalist, a mentally ill teen, a robot, a clock, a radio host / serial killer, a nightmare chaos demon, Literally Just Some Guy— Sexymen teach young people who spend too much time on the internet that they can be anything they want to be!!

- get projected onto a lot, sometimes to the point they become a completely new character that just kinda looks like the original. be honest, how many of you played with Barbie & friends as just Barbie & friends? yeah, thought so.

- combined to create elaborate / batshit stories (cough cough the tumblr sexyman competition)

- usually tall, white / white-coded, & skinny

- BUT like the real dolls there’s been some small steps to include more diverse body types and skin tones (sans being short and stocky and alastor being mixed-race) ((anti-hazbin people PLEASE don’t come after me, when I say small steps I mean small))

- it would just be really fucking funny

*mic drop*

all that being said, the sexyman descendants trend brings me great joy, keep up the good work everyone

You know how in heist movies or RPGs you gather a team of people, all working together but each with different skills that makes the team strong and effective as a whole? Imagine that.. but with tickling 👀

A team of lers, each with a different spot preference and/or skillset. A tum lover (me), a feet fanatic, a tickle-tool collector, a tease writer, etc. They all come together to be the best tickling force there is, able to absolutely wreck any lee they need to!

No idea why such a team would even need to exist, seems like overkill.. but FUN overkill 😝

Rosa Ramalho, CARRÔCHO, 1950-60. Barro pintado, 10 x 13 x 12 cm. Série Bestiário/Bichos surrealistas. Foto Nuno Marques/Cruzes Canhoto (LAGARTO! LAGARTO! LAGARTO!, 2016).

Rosa Ramalho não sabe ler nem escrever e, como era uso entre os bonecreiros que a antecederam, as suas peças não eram inicialmente marcadas. Só quando é descoberta por António Quadros e as suas peças passam a ser compradas pelas elites cultas urbanas, na segunda metade da década de 1950, é que as passa a marcar.

Ter-lhe-á sido oferecido um carimbo em metal, feito com letra de imprensa, mas não terá sortido o efeito desejado, pelo que o seu filho, pai de Júlia Ramalho, lhe fez um molde com as letras RR, o qual ela apunha nas peças, ainda em cru (VIANA, 2016). Mais tarde, risca ela própria no barro os dois RR que aprendeu a fazer. Há, no entanto, figurado do período em que marcava as peças que não possui nem as iniciais apostas nem o RR riscado na pasta.

Rosa Ramalho did not know how to read or write and, as was the custom among the dollmakers that preceded her, her pieces were not initially marked. It was only when she was discovered by António Quadros and her pieces began to be bought by the educated urban elites, in the second half of the 1950s, that she began to place marks on them.

She was offered a metal stamp, with capital letters, but it did not produce the desired effect, so that her son, the father of Júlia Ramalho, made her a mould with the letters RR, which she stamped on the pieces while they were still in their raw state (VIANA, 2016). Later, she herself scratched the double RR letters into the clay, which she had learned to do herself. There are, however, some figures that were made during the period when she marked her pieces and which do not have her initials stamped onto them, nor the letters RR scratched into the clay paste.

“Marcas/Marks” in Rosa Ramalho: As Escolhas de um Colecionador [A Collector’s Choice]. Catálogo de exposição no Palácio da Cidadela de Cascais. Curadoria e textos de Isabel Maria Fernandes. Trad. John Eliott. Ed. Fundação D. Luís I, 2023.

i need something with king and the collector in his physical form, maybe a game or something like that

Ah! Yes! I can do this! After that finale I feel like we could all use some fluff, and I LOVE The Collector!! So I hope you enjoy!

SPOILERS FOR KINGS TIDE AHEAD

King was curled up in the new Owl House’s couch. After Luz and everyone had gotten back, and The Collector had fixed the damage he caused, things had been pretty relaxed. He was happy that his family was back together, it had even gotten bigger with the additions of The C.A.Ts, Hunter, Camilla, Vee, and The Collector! Things were finally going well for them, and King couldn’t be happier. “Heeeeey King!” The Collector called, appearing next to King, but the titan baby didn’t flinch. He’d gotten used to the star child appearing and disappearing at will. “Oh! Hey Collector buddy! Heh, good to see ya.” King greeted, stretching and yawning as he looked at his friend. The Collector floated around King, holding his feet in his hands, “I’m boooooored, I wanna play! All anybody seems to want to play here is boring old “normal” games. I’m sick of hide and seek and tag. There’s gotta be moooore! You know other games right?” King stood, “Well… there’s board games? Or card games?”

“Boriiiing!” he groaned, falling back into a flip in the air. “I want something fuuuuuuun!”

“Something fun, huh?” King hummed, tapping his skull and looking out. “...Well… there are some games I like to play with Luz and Eda. But… I don’t even know if you can play them.” “What games?” he asked, flipping in front of King’s face. “I can play! I’m sure I can! Oh pleeeease can we play?” King rubbed the back of his skull, “Well… I just don’t know, I mean… you can feel stuff, right?”

“Feel?” The Collector asked, before he giggled, “Of course I can feel! I can feel anything I want to! I can feel pain, or cold, or hot, what do I need to feel for this? I can do it!”

“Can you feel… ticklish?”

“Can I feel what now?”

King blinked, did they not… “Do you not know what that is?” The Collector shrugged and floated upside down, “Never heard of it. How do you feel it?” “Uh… well, it’s when someone tickles you somewhere, and it makes you laugh! A lot! Luz and Eda tickle me all the time! It’s like a… tingly kind of feeling? It’s silly, and you can’t not laugh when you're being tickled!” King tried to explain, “And there are lots of games you can play when you’re ticklish! You’d definitely like it! A lot of them are rhyming games!” A gasp from the child, “Rhyming!?” He laughed and spun up into the air throwing out his arm and legs in glee, “I love rhyming!” he quickly zoomed back in front of King with pleading eyes. “Oh please, please tell me how to play!” “Ok ok! Well… come here, I’ll show you how Eda does it!” King chuckled, cracking his knuckles in preparation.. He quickly knelt in front of King, bouncing excitedly. “So, what do I do?” “You lay down on your back and don’t move.” he instructed, waiting for the cosmic boy to follow the instructions before he began. “Ok… One, two, three.” he tapped on his knee, “Tickle babies knee!” he gently wiggled his claws under The Collectors knee, looking at the boy for a reaction. One that he definitely got. The kid let out a squeal and zoomed up onto the ceiling, “W-what was that!?” “D-did it hurt?!” “No! It felt… weird!” King giggled and waved him back down, “Then it tickled! That’s a good thing! It means you have ticklish knees!” “Ticklish knees… I love ticklish knees!” The little star boy cheered, zooming in a circle in the air before going back down, and laying flat for King. “Do it again! Do it again!” “Oh! But don’t you wanna see where else you could be ticklish?” King asked, crossing his arms with a playfully smug look. The Collector gasped and sat up with starry eyes, “There can be other ticklish places?!” “Yeah! There can be lots! Knees, feet, your tummy, I mean… I think people can be ticklish just about anywhere!” he shrugged, “I guess we’ll have to find all of your ticklish spots!” The Collector grinned, and curled up, floating up into the air and kicking and punching the air in joy. “Yes yes yes! I wanna find all the ticklish places! Then we can keep playing and having fun! Right?” “Of course! Tickle games are some of my favorites!” King laughed, tail wagging excitedly. “And we can even mix and match games with tickles! Like… tickle tag, where if you get taught you get tickled! Or tickle hide and seek! Oh! Oh! Eda plays this one with Luz and I all the time! She calls it “tickle bugs”, it’s where she’ll pretend there's a bug on us and she’ll have to get it off, but really it’s just her tickling us!” The Collector was bouncing faster and faster, grin getting wider and wider with every word King spoke. Their freckles were even glowing till they finally burst, little stars and sparkles shooting off them in their excitement. “Yes! Yes yes yes! I wanna play them all! They sound like so much FUN!” King hopped up excitedly, “Then let’s go! Which one first?” “Well, I wanna finish the rhyming game! Then tickle bugs! Oooooh! I can make REAL tickle bugs!” He giggled, squeaking excitedly. King let out a nervous “Weh.” Actual tickle bugs? Oh geez… Sometimes he forgot that The Collector was basically all powerful. “Well… alright! Let’s finish the rhyming game first!” He nodded and laid back down, grinning excitedly at King, “Well? What are you waiting for?” “One, two, three!” tapping on his knee, which already had the star child giggling. “Tickle baby's knee!” wiggling fingers under his knee once more. “Eehehehehehe!” he giggled, covering their mouth as little stars shot off him. “Four, five, six!” now tapping on his tummy, making them gasp and squeal. “Pick up sticks!” scribble at his tummy. “AHAHAHAHA! TIHIHIHINGLY! EHEHEHEHE!” they squealed, squeaking happily at the tickles. “Seven, eight, nine!” he tapped The Collectors chin, “You’re all mine!” He then pulled the kid into a hug, though he still tickled at his sides.

The Collector squeaked and giggled, hugging King back. “Eheheheh! I lohohohove this new gahahahame!”

King booped his nose with a giggle, “We can play them all the time then! Tickle games are the best games in my opinion!”

“Then let’s play more! I wanna use the tickle bugs!” they grinned, floating up into the air.

King gulp. “Weh.”

Right I am a massive idiot

Basically an anon gave me an art request but I deleted it by accident oops

Now I wanna cry it was my first request

But anyways

Here you go anon ! I’m so sorry for deleting your ask !