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gaybananabread · 2 months

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Can you do Stan, Ford, and Bill (gravity falls) headcanons? If not that’s completely fine! Take your time!!

☆⑅Felony Trio Headcanons⑅⁠☆

(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!~

❓Stanley💵

General:

Silly con-man gives me ler-leaning switch vibes. Loves wrecking his family, but wouldn’t mind the occasional giggle-fest.

Over the years, he’s developed the elusive “can say the t-word whenever” power, though it definitely didn’t used to be that way. Ford reminds him of that whenever it’s most annoying.

Can easily admit that he likes tickling others, but receiving it? Yeah, good luck. He’s willing to die on that hill.

Lee:

A bit rare, but he will get lee moods. He’s a “ride it out in silence” 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, it’ll 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 ♡

Melt spot is his ears. You can’t tell me his goofy ears wouldn’t make him giggle his heart out; he’d love every second of it.

Very gruff, choppy giggles. Sounds kinda like he’s 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, he’ll either bother his overworking brother or mess with one of the kids. Sometimes his family can tell, though he won’t 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.

“You’re a lil’ squeak toy, huh? I just squeeze your side and- yup, just like that.”

“Ya know, you could’ve just pushed me away by now. Don’t worry, I noticed.”

“You sure squirm a lot, don'tcha? Like a lil’ worm, could use you as fishing bait!”

“It tickles? Wow, that must really suck for you.”

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.

👓Stanford🖋️

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.

“I-I don't know what you're talking about. I survived the roughest interdimensional plane there is. I don't need…that.”

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. Don’t ask me how I got that number: I just know.

Ler:

His ler moods are rare, but if he’s feeling a bit distant from his family, he’ll try and piece things with some giggles.

Soft, playful ler. He never wants to go too far, but he isn’t afraid to goof around and tease while he’s at it.

“I think I’ve got a leg up here, huh? Thanks to my extra fingers, this has gotta be at least 20% more ticklish~”

“You really do blush quite a lot. It’s pretty cute to watch.”

“As a scientist, it’s my job to conduct experiments. Let’s try now. Hypothesis: if I get your worst spot, you’ll laugh at least twice as loud as you are now. Time for the experiment~”

The moment you say stop, even if you don’t mean it, he pulls away. If you want more, you’ll have to ask him.

Pretty great with aftercare. Will absolutely cuddle you, maybe even tell some stories if you’re interested. He’s 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.

🎩Bill💛

General:

Believe it or not, the chaotic dorito does like tickling. In fact, after him and Mabel’s 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, we’re 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. They’re hesitant to let him in, but he’s a sweet-talker. Once he’s inside, it barely takes an hour for him to provoke someone into wrecking him.

His spots vary based on the body he’s inhabiting. The one time he was tickled in his own (Weirdmageddon incident, don’t ask), he found that his hat and feet got him laughing the most.

(don’t come at me, his hat re-grew flesh when he got shot in it)

He doesn’t 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:

I’d tell you to run for your life, but it won’t 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 he’s wanting to spice things up.

Can and will generate any tool he feels like to wreck you (surprisingly enough, he’ll ask first)

Boundaries really need to be set before anything happens. Otherwise he’ll just go until he feels like stopping. If you look on the brink of passing out, he’ll quit, but other than that nah.

VERY teasy, with a large handful of sarcasm and sass.

“Geez, you laugh really loud when I get ya here. Mind dialing it down? I don’t wanna go deaf before I’m 20 million.”

“Ha! You snort? I’ve gotta hear that again, c’mon!”

“You’re confusing. You say ‘no, go away,’ but you haven’t even tried escaping. I’m supposed to be the crazy one here; mind explaining?”

“Wow, this is driving you nuts, huh? We’re gonna match!”

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 (don’t ask why unless you wanna go for round two).

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shamelessler · 2 months

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Hi! Do you have any gravity falls tickle headcanons?

A/N: Sorry it took a couple days! I just wrote all these pretty recently<3 Also this is my AU where Bill is turned to a human the summer after his defeat and must spend his time on earth fixing his mistakes

if you want more for the other characters or one of the characters listed here my ask box is ALWAYS open!!

Dipper Pines

He’s canonically very ticklish, much to his disappointment

Usually the loser in every tickle fight he’s ever been in

Genuinely hates being tickled but puts up with it on Mabel’s behalf because she has so much fun

Doesn’t like the feeling of being out of control because he’s a little control freak no matter which way you look at it

His armpits are one of his worst spots

When tickled he’s not a huge squirmer, he’s more of a deer in headlights and will just freeze and laugh like crazy

Kinda of forgets that fighting back is an option because…he’s Dipper.

He has a hard time thinking straight when he’s tickled, so Mabel tickles him when he’s working too hard to distract him

Comfort tickles and soft tickles make him regress

He doesn’t really enjoy tickling all that much because he thinks it’s annoying, but if he had to pick, he’d be a ler….even though he’s usually a lee anyways.

He’s a lee in denial

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT

On the rare occasion that he gets the upper hand he is a really shy ler

He would be a little intimidated by the lee’s reactions and constantly ask them if they were okay

He doesn’t mean to fluster the lee when he’s checking up on them and asking them if they want a different spot, but his cluelessness makes it so much worse

Only really enjoys tickling Mabel because it brings him back to his childhood but he’ll tickle anyone if they get on his nerves enough

I headcanon that he’s a regressor, so I’ll just say this: he enjoys being tickled much more when he’s small

Tickling is a supremely childish thing to him and can’t bring himself to enjoy it unless he’s tiny

Usually his tickling style is soft and gentle

Mabel Pines

Tickling is one of her favorite activities when it comes to bonding with people!

I guess you could say it’s her love language

She’s 50/50, doesn’t mind being a lee or a ler

It goes without saying that tickle fights are always started by her, if there is a tickle fight in a 10-mile radius she’s somehow the one who started it

I think she likes tickling people because it’s the most fun way of cheering people up!

She’s huge on consent and very easily spots when the lee in uncomfortable and then stops immediately

Tends to tickle a little on the rough side but if the lee wants soft tickles, she’ll do her best

Gives the lee a safe word before starting, even though she can tell when they’ve had enough because she wants them to know she listens to them

Wasn’t very good at boundaries as a kid and she’s learned most of what she knows about when someone doesn’t want to be tickled or touched by growing up with Dipper

Encourages the lee to tickle her back if she goes too far

Adores being tickled by Grenda and Candy specifically

If you tickle her, she will take that as a compliment no matter what because her mind works like “If you want to tickle me, that means you like my laugh!”

Only doesn’t like being tickled if it’s by people she’s deeply discomforted by, like the gnomes or Gideon

Teasing comes naturally to her and she is literally relentless when it comes to verbal teasing

Not a big fan of nonverbal teasing because she prefers to speak her mind and show her love through words

Prideful when it comes to tickling Dipper and would prefer to win a tickle fight with him because they turn everything into a competition

She doesn’t have many tickle spots, but the places where she is ticklish made her scream laugh

Said “scream laugh spots” consist of her knees(behind and on top) and the spot where her ribs meet her armpits

Her laugh is very similar to Dipper’s and when they’re having tickle fights it’s a little hard to tell who is laughing

She’s the opposite of Dipper when it comes to squirming, she flops around like a fish on land even though she likes it she can’t help but wriggle away, so she needs to be held still

Bill Cipher

Only enjoys tickling other people because he likes being in power, it has nothing to do with the lee’s enjoyment

…Except for when it comes to Ford. He would never admit it in his thousands of years being alive, but he specifically tickles Ford to hear his laughter

Didn’t know what tickling was before Mabel tickled him in Sock Opera

He tried tickling himself afterwards but he didn’t feel anything so he just assumed he wasn’t ticklish (he didn’t realize you can’t tickle yourself)

Combines verbal and nonverbal teasing, but only uses it if it worsens the sensation

He can’t stand the taste of his own medicine

The only people he allows to tickle him is Mabel and Ford

When the Pine’s family realized Bill was ticklish, tickles became a way to discourage bad behavior very quickly

Bill pretends to hate being tickled, claiming that he hates his stupid flesh bag of a body because it made him weak to childish human things like tickling

He’s a little intimidated by the threat of tickles, but at the same time he’s very interested in it

Ford is Bill’s caretaker and keeps him under control down in the lab, during the weekly checkups Ford almost always notices Bill squirming when Ford is examining him

He’s a lee leaning switch in denial

When he’s tickled his laughter comes out as very maniacal and evil, but if you tickle the right spot his real laugh will show

His real laughter is strangely sweet

It’s filled with high pitched gasps, and he tends to snort if he’s tickled for too long

Extremely embarrassed by the snorting and when he starts to feel the snorts coming, he begins to beg just in hopes that the ler won’t find out…poor baby!

Squirmiest little thing ever

Most ticklish on his feet

He’s very flustered by his ler talking about his ticklishness out loud

Soft tickles make him melt because he’s not used to affectionate tickling (or tickling in general)

Ford

Ler leaning switch

Of course he’s a good ler, he has 2 extra fingers

He was much more ticklish as a kid

Stan tickled him daily when he was a kid

Kept only one really bad spot from his childhood, that being his neck

His laughter goes squeaky when he’s given raspberries

Tracing his palm and fingers make him melt

Not really because it tickled as much but it just makes him feel so validated that his biggest insecurity is getting that much attention and adoration

He’s only ticklish in a few spots, his torso is practically unfeeling due to how many times Stan got him there

From his hips to his feet are filled with a goldmine of spots that all produce different adorable reactions

(But soft tickles work really well anywhere because he’s not used to them shh)

Tickles Stan and Bill the most cuz…revenge.

Isn’t too big on verbal teasing and will mostly just make stupid faces at you once he finds where you’re ticklish and then quickly tasers that spot

Only uses verbal teasing when it comes to Bill because it affects him way more than nonverbal teases

Pretends to take notes on how you react (this has Bill absolutely in tears and whining poor little chaos demon thing😪 kinda deserves it tho)

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ashintheairlikesnow · 1 month

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I Can't Cross O'er: An Interlude

CW: Captivity, child of whumper POV, blood, referenced whipping, magical whumpee, siren whump. For @amonthofwhump Tropeathon Day 4: Monster! Monster!

Bones in the Ocean Masterlist

Six years ago

A door shut, clicking into place, just down the hall. Carefully hidden inside one of the seven bedrooms in this wing of the house, Ford and his sister Nathalie waited, listening, as the man in the hallway took a deep breath. “By God,” The man muttered. “What a voice he has.”

Nathalie tried to peek around Ford's arm. “Is he-”

“Sssshhh.” Ford swatted at Nathalie without looking at her, and she swatted back.

“Like an angel…” The man continued, not realizing he had an audience - if currently a distracted one. “An absolute angel. The way he sings..."

Nathalie poked Ford right in his ticklish side with one finger, jabbing roughly. "Ford-"

"I said sssshh!"

"Don’t you dare tell me to shush, Guilford,” Nathalie hissed.

Ford looked at her, and whatever she saw on his face made the momentary triumph of mocking him with his hated full first name drain from hers. She laid a hand on his arm, then, awkwardly patting, whispering, “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry, Ford, I didn't mean it-"

“Don’t ever call me his name,” Ford said, but his voice was weak. Like always since his mother died, he felt tears rise unbidden and had to fight them back below. “Please, please don’t.”

“I didn’t mean it,” Nathalie whispered. Her eyes were huge and sad in the light that filtered in through the gauzy curtains across the room. “I really didn’t. I’m sorry, Ford. You’re not like him at all. I promise you're not."

He found a smile for her, just to watch the way her shoulders, which had hunched up, relaxed again. “It’s… it’s all right.” There was another sound, and Ford turned back, trying to peek through a crack in the door they were hidden just behind again. He couldn’t quite see the man, but he could hear him still muttering to himself. Thankfully, the Lord Fellswooth spoke to himself loudly enough that he hadn’t overheard them and realized he was being spied on by two of Lord Wentworth’s children.

Or grandchildren.

Or... prisoners.

Whoever they really were to him.

Seconds passed, and Ford could see in his mind the way the tall, strikingly thin Lord Fellswooth must be patting down his shirt, checking for wrinkles or any detail out of place. He’d been a fussy one at supper earlier, the sort to surreptitiously check the tines of his fork over before taking a single bite, as if checking for a smudge or a bit of tarnish he might make a barbed comment about. He was probably running quick fingers through his hair to get the little curl of salt-and-pepper over his forehead just so - he’d done that over and over since he’d come to meet with Lord Wentworth, as if it were some sort of compulsion rather than simple vanity.

Ford’s teeth worried at his lower lip as he listened to Fellswooth take a deep breath, murmur it was only a business call, of course, Theresa, that’s all, as if he were rehearsing his lines for a play, before he turned to leave. The two children eased back and away so no hint of them might be seen as he went past them - Ford's eyebrows knitted in confusion at a spot of bright red he saw on the Lord's cheek, smeared like he'd rubbed open a wound. The Lord's steps were nearly soundless thanks to the plush gold-threaded rug that ran the length of the hall all the way to the grand staircase that would take him right out the front door.

The butler met him there.

Mr. Keller was chilly sometimes but Ford mostly found him kind. His voice filtered up the stairs as he let Lord Fellswooth know his horse was saddled and waiting for him just outside. Mr. Keller had been around forever, he was very old and soon to retire, Father- the man who made them call him Father, anyway - said. He’d made mistakes, sometimes… more often lately.

There had been some sort of trouble with Mr. Keller writing letters that made no sense, begging for rescue from employment, that had led to some distant relations coming to the door last month, worried for his health.

Father had assured them all was well, and after speaking to Mr. Keller over a few days, the cousins or whoever had gone away again. Mr. Keller had been... different, ever since, but still mostly kind to the children.

Ford’s father read all Mr. Keller’s letters now before he sent them, and he’d put out an advert and told his very important friends he was looking for a new butler, that Mr. Keller was ready to step down and have a well-earned rest.

If he didn't just get thrown in the pond with the monster, like Ford's real father had been.

Once Fellswooth was safely gone, Ford eased out into the hall, the well-oiled hinges moving in perfect silence as he swung open the door. Nathalie was on his heels, creeping just behind him. They made their silent way towards the door that the fussy Lord had just come out of.

Ford paused just a foot away and turned to look at his sister over his shoulder, putting a finger to his lips.

Nathalie nodded, solemnly. Like Ford, she still wore a black armband, the sign of mourning after their mother’s death the year before. At ten, her face was losing the child’s roundness and thinning out. She looked like their mother had, more every year, and sometimes it hurt Ford to look at her at all. It would be six more years before their father would want to start looking into marrying her off, which meant only four years until marriage might happen for Ford.

The thought terrified him.

Ford had become a part of his father’s grasping ambitions only a month after Mother died, when she could no longer protect her children from Lord Wentworth’s plans for his family. Ever since, he’d been subjected to endless lectures on business ventures he didn’t care about overseas, tutored for hours every day on how to convince other nobles to speak to his father about those business ventures, or selling land, or… whatever it was that Guilford Wentworth wanted from them. All those lessons, in the end, centered around learning how to lie - or how to bring the aristocrats and royalty to meet with his father and his father’s awful creature.

Alongside all that unwanted education had been a rise in the careless, constant violence that had already dogged him all his life. He was not good enough at the skills Lord Wentworth wanted him to learn. He did not lie so easily, he did not care about colonies and copper mines a thousand miles across the sea. And he paid for not caring with bruises like the ones he wore even now, always and only in places that his clothing might hide.

Nathalie, though, wore no bruises, and neither did the twins. He’d done what he could to protect them all the way his mother had once tried to protect him. If he were married, though, especially if he were married to someone with more money or land and he had to go live with her family, he couldn’t keep Guilford’s anger on him any longer.

It would turn on his sister, until she was found a husband - and then it would finally turn on the twins, who had never known violence and would have no one to keep them safe any longer

What if whoever was picked for his sister’s husband was cruel, too? What if his own wife turned out to be some terrible witch, like Guilford Wentworth, just with hair ribbons? He’d rather die than be married, but he knew enough about his father’s monster by now to know that it wouldn’t matter what he wanted, when the time came.

He’d want whatever he was told to want, once the monster sang its hideous song. He'd be a dutiful, loving husband, or he'd be a dutiful loving son, or he'd have his throat torn open and turn to bones in the bottom of the pond in the garden, just like his real father.

Ford closed his fingers slowly around the doorknob, turning it as quietly as he could before he gently pushed the door open so he and Nathalie could peek inside.

They had come to peek at the monster.

The awful thing looked handsome and harmless. It perched along the edge of a heavy mahogany desk, leaning against it and looking away, towards the window, one hand over its mouth. Jet-black hair fell wavy, as if it had only just dried after a swim in the ocean, over beautiful eyes and curled around its ears. Its hair was all mussed up, as if it’d been grabbed at and pulled on, but the creature didn’t seem to notice.

It looked, with the last of the sunset’s yellowed light shining on its warm brown skin, like a sort of perfectly sculptured mockery of a human man, the most beautiful one Ford had ever seen in his life. It was only a trick, of course - it was more of a demon.

Ford had seen its real face when it killed his real father, a mouth that opened too wide and was full of hideous sharp teeth.

It wore some sort of loose robe that fell off one shoulder. It was covered in embroidered flowers in white against the shining pale blue fabric and tied at the waist. Its arms were crossed in front of itself and it hunched over, just slightly. The markings like tattoos that began just under his jaw on one side disappeared into the neckline where it lay over the thing’s collarbone and then reappeared along one delicately formed wrist, running all the way into its palm and over its long, elegant fingers. One of its legs was marked, too. When Ford looked at the monster’s feet, he could see one was covered in the same markings all the way to the very end of its toes.

“It's done, for now,” The monster said to no one, its voice soft. It spoke like a melody, a rumbling bass that could just as easily soar to tenor. Ford had taken singing lessons, for a while. He was hopelessly rubbish at it.

The twins, though, were good. And the monster sang like heaven.

There was a pause.

“Done,” It repeated, dropping to a whisper. Its voice cracked and broke this time, rasping. There was a horrible sorrow and anger in the lines of its beautiful face. “For now." Its voice rasped, suddenly, went rough-edged like it was talking around something blocking its throat. "Until the next, and the next, and the next…”

When it looked to the window, towards the sunset, the light glimmered along trails of shimmering wetness that ran down its cheek. Its body shook, and it dropped its head into its hands, letting out a wretched, shuddering sob.

He’d seen this thing murder his real father, sing him into the pond in the garden and then rip out his throat and stain the water red while Ford had watched, unseen, his own hands clamped tight over his mouth beneath his wide, nearly bulging eyes. He had been screaming, desperately muffling the sound, until he’d run for his mother, and discovered that she… she wasn’t the same either, anymore.

She hadn't died for years after, but really she had been mostly dead already, as soon as his real father was.

Once the monster sang to you, he took whatever he wanted of you away, and only left what was useful for the family. Which just meant useful for Lord Wentworth, which Ford’s real father hadn't been any longer.

The monster had taken from Ford’s mother even the memory of his true father. No one had cared enough to bother to take it from Ford, or Nathalie. No one listened when they insisted their father was someone else, someone no one in the house even knew had ever existed any longer. The twins had only been babies, and they wouldn’t remember anyway.

Weeping or not, it wasn’t a person, and Ford steeled himself against how much it hurt to watch the thing cry. It might weep like a man, and look like one, but Ford had seen it kill on command.

The creature turned away toward the window, its back now to the children spying on it from the doorway. Ford and Nathalie both inhaled sharply as the robe it wore slipped a little, dipping low enough to show that it was bleeding.

Ford felt something cold and shivery-sick dip in his stomach as he saw stripes of torn-open skin smeared in a horrible too-bright red just above its shoulder blades and down its back, disappearing beneath the shining black satin, only to still show through in spots here and there that seemed to stick to its skin. The blue robe turned the blood soaking through it purple, a sickly color that made Ford think he might be sick all over the floor.

There was-

There was so much blood.

Ford’s throat suddenly felt like it might close all on its own, and he jerked in a hissed breath. He felt sick just looking at it, too bright and too red. His stomach flipped and twisted, his heart racing its way up his throat as if it might come flying out his mouth.

There was blood on the floor, spattered on the wall by the window. It looked like a murder had been done, and yet Lord Fellswooth and the monster had been alone, and only the monster wore wounds.

What had Lord Fellswooth done to it?

Fellswooth had lifted his upper lip in a sneer just looking at how dusty Ford had been when he’d returned from the afternoon ride on his favorite horse. He’d run fingers over the washbasin stand checking for specks of dust Mr. Keller and the other servants might have missed. He’d shuddered just walking in the front door when the stable boy’s wolfhound had tried to lick at his palm.

What sort of man who could be so fussy as all that could tear the monster’s back to shreds and simply leave his blood running down his body to drip to the floor as he stood by the window?

How badly must all those wounds hurt?

Not that Ford cared, or anything. It was a murderous monster creature his false father used to enthrall and get what he wanted out of everyone who came near him. It wasn’t even human, it spent almost all its time in water hiding under the surface, coming out only when Lord Wentworth summoned it. Ford didn’t care about it at all.

But…

But that didn’t mean he thought it should bleed like that.

Even monstrous animals were only animals, after all, and this might be a creature of murder but did it need to suffer for that? For someone else's fun?

The monster, standing before the window staring out at the setting sun, began to sing to itself. Unlike the song they’d heard before when it was alone with Lord Fellswooth, this song was neither strident nor even very loud - it was a private song, one it sang only for itself. Its perfect voice did not swell or even rise much. Instead, each note seemed like a sidestep to the last, a winding staircase of melody that it wrapped around itself like a kind of blanket.

Ford caught his breath, listening. He could almost hear where a harmony should be, if there had been more of those… things… singing at once. Maybe this had been a song it sang with its own family, if it had had one.

Did monsters have mothers, like men did? They must. Everything living had a mother at one point or another, didn’t it?

The song was his pain, Ford realized. Winding and circling itself, neverending, a river even monsters would drown in when they never found shore. It was the creature's way of crying, beyond human tears. It wept, by the window, in a way that stole Ford's breath and made him want to weep alongside it.

“He’s so pretty,” Nathalie breathed, just beside him, her own wide eyes shining with tears. Her voice was too loud but his own felt too caught in his throat to shush her again. “He’s so pretty, Ford, isn’t he?”

The monster’s voice cut off all at once.

It spun around to see the two children who had - without realizing it - leaned further and slid the door a little more open. Ford’s heart dropped to his knees as those fathomless dark eyes locked on his. He and Nathalie both gasped as they fell under the thing's direct regard.

“Oh, no,” He whispered. "Nathalie-"

The monster opened its mouth in a snarl as it pulled its robe so tightly around itself nearly none of its skin could be seen any longer. Ford and Nathalie both froze at the sight of row after row of razor-sharp pointed teeth as it bared them.

“Go!” It snapped, in a voice that was not human, that spoke the human tongue in a roar and with a mouth not made for it. “Go away from me! Now!"

Ford's heart was in his throat "We're-... w-we're sorry-"

"Fear the monster your father keeps more than death itself and get away from me!”

The last was a shrieking command, not a song but a singular deafening note. Ford felt himself turning before he could even breathe. The command took effortless hold and he grabbed Nathalie's hand.

Get away from me.

The children could never have done anything but obey.

They fled shouting their fear of the monster, half-falling down the stairs and racing outside until Mr. Keller, who had seen Fellswooth off, caught them in his arms. Both of them burst into tears, there, while the stableboy and the groomsman stared surreptitiously in confusion. Mr. Keller held them, and shushed them, and finally took them to the stables in the hopes that he could calm their tears before Lord Wentworth overheard.

Inside, Guilford Wentworth’s monster sagged and then sank to the floor, his knees simply giving way until they touched the rug beneath him. He bent over until his forehead brushed the fibrous cloth, and he wept again.

This time, he wept in silence.

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mollymorgansshovel · 1 year

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POV you’re a massage therapist on Atlantis and these are your annoying clients

Sheppard: Self-destructive runner type. Gets massaged to get hurt. Like, wants bruising pressure on his tight calves and hamstrings. Doesn’t give direct answers to questions about how the pressure is. Says weird indirect things like, “that’s a real zinger” instead of helpfully asking for less pressure or more time on any particular area. Works very hard and awkwardly to make it clear he’s non-threatening, using the phrase “in your professional opinion” several times.

McKay: Spends ten minutes on intake explaining his medical history, very little of which is relevant. Triple-checks that there are no citrus oils in your massage lotion. Is an absolute baby on the table, wincing and tensing at the slightest bit of pressure, but complaining when you use light pressure that you’re not going to get the knots out of his neck. Asks, “Is that muscle tight?” about every muscle, and when you say yes, he explains the reason why (complaining about his over-athletic friends making him do things.) You try to take the 10-minute intake out of his hands-on massage time so that your appointment doesn’t run late, but he notices the time and asks why you’re finishing early.

Teyla: Very pleasant client, when she’s able to commit to relaxing. Sometimes she is not able to commit to relaxing, and she seems to take it out on you, suggesting you are not doing enough to reduce her shoulder strain. She likes a lot of pressure and does not even mind things like bones being bruised, which is only hard because you do not want to hurt her because she is so nice.

Ronon: Gives you ZERO information to work with. Just answers “sure” to everything. You try to give a very medium-pressure, medium-everything massage, and get pretty much no feedback from it. His muscles soften a little, but it is a lot of muscle mass to manipulate, so it’s physically demanding work and you’re not even sure he’s happy with the results. You ask him to turn over onto his back and he does it in .5 seconds flat as if he was lying there fully alert waiting for something to do. He smiles really nice at you when he leaves though.

Ford: Giggles the whole time. When you find a sore spot. When you find a ticklish spot. When you prod a muscle he didn’t realize he had. When you put an elbow in his glutes. Don’t even get me started on his feet. He apologizes for the giggling, but doesn’t stop.

Elizabeth: Tells you she wants to relax, asks for lavender aromatherapy and everything, but asks you not to get oil in her hair because she just washed it!! How are you supposed to focus on relieving neck tension when you’re supposed to be focusing on absolutely not touching her hair?? And you can tell SHE is lying there being hyper-aware of the proximity of your oily fingers to her hair, which is not conducive to relaxation. Usually scalp massage is a surefire way to calm someone down, but you’re not allowed to touch her head. She also twitches when you use firm pressure on her shoulders, but you’re not sure if it’s in pain or if she’s worried you’re going to accidentally touch her hair. She tells you the pressure is fine. You don’t know what to believe. The relaxing lavender aromatherapy doesn’t seem to work very well.

Woolsey: The only time he talks during the session is to tell you anecdotes about the best spa experiences of his life. Describes the massage he got on a cruise to the Bahamas. Asks if you do this one hot-towel technique he once received at a spa in Sweden. You can tell he is comparing you to these other five-star experiences, and that you are not coming out a winner. You ask if he’d like water after the massage and he says yes, but when you bring him water, he touches it and says, “Oh, it’s cold water. I assumed it would be warm. Cold water after a massage...doesn’t agree with me” and hands it back to you. He leaves you a $50 tip, but it feels like a passive-aggressive pity fee.

Caldwell: Gets 90-minute deep tissue on his back. He needs it. Look how he sits. You tell him that working on his glutes and hamstrings would help with the low-back pain, but he insists it’s just his back that bothers him so you can only work on that. Misuses the word “sciatica.”

Becket: Very vocal client, grunts a lot. Tells you what a good job you’re doing, using very descriptive medical terms. “Is that the sternal head or the clavicular head of the SCM? It’s very tight whatever it is. Clearly I’m not doing a good enough job stretching. Thank you for the reminder.”

Zelenka: Best massage client. Knows how to use the spa to get away from work. Fully relaxes and doesn’t complain about a damn thing.

#stargate atlantis #sga #John sheppard #massage stuff #posture things

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valentines-luna · 4 months

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Gravity Falls tickle headcanon?

Yea ofc

Dipper:

40% ler 60% lee

-SUPER ticklish

-his worst spots are, armpits, tummy, and knees

-raspberries and nibbles drive him crazy

-him and mabel got into a lot of tickle fights growing up (he lost most those fights)

-he squirms A LOT

-when he's being tickled he usually covers his face

-he doesn't like people that he doesn't know well tickling him

-when he's in a lee mood he drops hints or provokes people

-despite all this he can still be a ler obvs

-his main victim is mabel

-he laughs along with his lee

-can barely tease

-sometimes he can actually win a tickle fight (omg no way dipper winning!?)

Mabel:

40% lee 60% ler

-very ticklish, but not as much as her brother

-worst spots are armpits and sides

-she has a very squeaky laugh

-isn't embarrassed by tickling at all

-sometimes just flat out asks to be tickled

-really enjoys tickles, finds it as way to bond

-as a ler she can be completely RUTHLESS

-teases with affection (ex. “Aww your laugh is cute!”)

-can be gentle though

-as soon as her lee even mutters the word “stop” she stops immediately

-a sweetheart as both lee and ler

Stan

80% ler 20%lee

-he swears on his life that he's not ticklish

-his reactions say otherwise

-his worst spot is his hips

-when him and ford were on the stan o war he would get flashbacks and ford would cheer him and it included tickles

-if anyone drills their thumbs into his hips he will scream

-absolutely evil ler

-will ALWAYS use his old man stubble when nibbling/doing raspberries

-will name himself “the tickle monster” (a classic)

-will tell jokes while tickling someone and when they're laughing (cuz they're being tickled obvs) he'll say something like “Wow, you actually like my jokes!?

-will usually hold his lee's arms above their head

Ford

70% ler 30%lee

-he and stan had many tickle fights growing up and he lost most of them

-worst spots are neck and ribs

-curls up when tickled

-he tries to hold in his laughter

-the dam breaks almost immediately though

-he uses his six fingers to an advantage

-after 30 years of being stuck in between dimensions he's gotten stronger so he can even pin stan down

-pretends to have a conversation with his lee

-has everyone's worst spots memorized

Ok that's it bye bye, sorry it took me so long

#sfw tickling #gravity falls #gravity falls tickle #tword content #gravity falls tickling

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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Horn dog Gordon proposing a Ménage à trois

Midge blinks rapidly at her boss, and slowly turns to look at her boyfriend, who looks equally confused.

'I'm just saying," Gordon shrugs. "You're both very attractive. And I'm not opposed."

Lenny frowns deeper and turns to look at Midge. It's a familiar expression on his face. Deeply confused, like the night he first saw her perform at the Vanguard and she'd forgotten to introduce the band.

Midge takes a breath and turns back to Gordon. "You want to have sex. With both of us? At the same time?"

Gordon nods.

Lenny takes a deep breath. "I think we're good."

There's something in his tone that's a little tense, and Midge rests a hand on his back, trying to sooth him. "It's very flattering, Gordon, but this...with us is still a little new. So we're gonna take a pass."

"Well, maybe when your sex life gets boring," Gordon shrugs, grinning with a wink before walking off.

Lenny rubs his eyes, obviously annoyed and shakes his head. "For fuck's sake, there are some days when I fucking hate this fucking industry."

"Hey," she says gently, taking his hand and tugging him into her dressing room, closing the door. "You know I was going to say no. I don't want to have sex with Gordon even if you're there."

He nods, staying silent.

"Lenny."

"I just-" He stops and shakes his head. "I do not want to share you."

"You're not," she reminds him.

"I don't want to share you with Gordon or Joel, or whoever the fuck."

Midge looks at him, bewildered. "Lenny."

He shakes his head, rubbing his face. "I know. I know! I'm sorry."

"Okay," she says carefully, tugging him to the couch and sitting down with him. "Talk to me."

He stays quiet for a long moment before looking at her. "One of the-" he stops and takes another breath. "Things with Honey...my first wife...it's-" He swallows and shakes his head.

"Let me guess," Midge says. "Things were pretty loose?"

He nods.

"I don't want that," she assures him. "I don't want Joel or Gordon. I just want to be with you. And like I said, things are still so new with us. I'm still finding all the places where you're unexpectedly ticklish that I can exploit for fun and sometimes profit."

He tries to laugh, but it's a little strained.

Midge sighs softly and pulls him in, kissing him softly.

Lenny pulls her closer, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry about the meltdown."

Midge grins. "It's okay. And think of it this way: We're hot and sexy enough for Gordon Ford to want to fuck us. And we turned him down, which makes us too good for him."

He really does laugh this time. "I'll take it."

She pecks his lips again. "Good."

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny

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ticklishraspberries · 2 years

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gravity falls headcanons!!

dipper: it’s literally canon that dipper is very ticklish, and it’s also canon that his sister takes advantage of this fact. as shown in the show, he is definitely ticklish under his arms (and i wonder if he chose to target that spot on gideon because it’s his own worst spot?👀) but he’s pretty sensitive everywhere. his laugh is a bit high-pitched and very giggly, and if anyone other than mabel is tickling him, he gets incredibly blushy. he’s pretty embarrassed about how sensitive he is, because he feels like it’s childish or non-manly, but he just can’t help it! it definitely contributes to the amount of teasing he endures at the hands of his family and friends, but he doesn’t really mind that much. as a ler, he usually only goes after mabel, but he is ruthless and strategic. he memorizes his lee’s worst spots and the best ways to reduce them to giggly messes, and will make sure to tire them out enough so they can’t get revenge.

mabel: not quite as ticklish as her twin, but mabel is still definitely very ticklish. it’s very fitting with her bubbly personality, and her desire to make other people smile often leads to her launching tickle attacks. her most ticklish spot his her stomach and her laugh is usually composed of shrieks and snorts. as a ler though, she is even more ruthless than her brother, although not as strategic. she has no stealth while starting a tickle fight, which sometimes lets the other person get a head start to run away/strike first. she loves both sides of tickling though because she thinks it’s fun and a nice way to bond!! also, she will not hesitate to spill dipper’s tickle spots to others.

stan: like mabel, he’s the less ticklish twin, but that isn’t saying much. as the more rough-and-tough brother, he always wanted to start and finish tickle fights, but if ford managed to get hold of his ribs, he was done for. laugh is wheezy and is a major squirmer. as a ler, he’s very playful and loves to verbally tease.

ford: firstly, i would just like to say that his extra fingers are probably quite helpful while tickling someone. okay, anyway, ford is pretty ticklish and acts like he despises it, but as long as it’s someone close to him, he actually finds it a bit fun, but he would never admit it. his worst spot is his hips, and his laugh is very gruff. as a ler, he’d be verbally teasy but physically super gentle, and is the only person that can get away with tickling stan.

wendy: growing up in a big family prepared her for tickle fights at a very young age. she is the kind of ler who will pin you down and tickle until you agree to her terms, and she’ll be incredibly smug afterwards. however, she is pretty ticklish herself, mostly on her knees. luckily, she wears jeans so often, the spot is usually shielded by denim which masks the sensation. she’s also ticklish on her neck and ears, so the hat is good protection as well.

soos: i believe there’s a canon scene of soos giggling after being poked in the stomach, and honestly he just radiates ticklish tummy vibes. i don’t imagine him as super sensitive, but his stomach is his weak spot. he’s a very goofy ler, especially with the kids, chasing them around the mystery shack and scooping them up to be tickled.

pacifica: with a pretty unaffectionate family, pacifica doesn’t have much experience with tickling. she is pretty ticklish, especially on her sides, but if anyone tried she would probably shove them away. secretly, though, she longs for an affectionate, playful relationship with someone (platonically or romantically) and wouldn’t be upset if that special someone were to tickle her. as a ler, she wouldn’t be very confident at first, but once she got the hang of it, she would be totally cruel and make her lee beg. she likes the little power trip it gives her, and she also just likes being close with people.

#raspberry hcs #gravity falls

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dedkake · 1 year

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I posted 8,808 times in 2022

That's 1,422 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 8,805 of my posts in 2022

#stargate atlantis - 3,546 posts

#fanart - 1,002 posts

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#cherik - 438 posts

#fic - 382 posts

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Longest Tag: 99 characters

#post trinity more like rodney mckay's mission to show up for john sheppard 24/7 without being asked

My Top Posts in 2022:

do you ever just remember that it's john's biggest fear that rodney dies and it’s his fault and everyone knows and blames him (and he’s going to lose his friends over this too) and also his boss comes at him and says the situation has compromised him and he's fired. he's afraid that losing rodney will mean losing atlantis and i caNNOT

102 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

always getting in trouble | a somewhat silly mcshep reclist

Exotic Species by 30toseoul | <1k, t

It wasn't that Rodney enjoyed how things regularly jumped up and tried to kill him in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Queer readings of Tolstoy in the Pegasus Galaxy by SquaresAreNotCircles | 1k, t

Rodney’s mouth is wide and wet and hot. His hands are broad and agile and surprisingly strong, and it’s a scorching shivery shock when one of them moves from John’s shoulders south, walking down his ribcage and reminding him he’s ticklish and-

He snatches up Rodney’s wrist and puts his other hand flat on Rodney’s sternum and wrenches his mouth free.

Or: Why else would you take a book like that with you to another galaxy?

Euler's Jewel. by Basingstoke | 1k, m

In which John is a geek.

Snappy Comeback by mific | 1k, e

Rodney went still. "Wait, hang on. This isn't just you wanting a partner in crime to play hookey and sneak a midnight swim, is it?" He blinked up at John, his eyes wide and dark. "This is a date!"

Nash Equilibria Are For Losers by Persiflager | 1k, m

This was Rodney’s life now - reduced to the cable repair guy, surrounded by people who unironically fist-bumped, and doomed to die alone and get eaten by cats.

Through a glass, weirdly by valdomarx | 1k, t

Ronon ends up in the home universe of Rod McKay, the alternate version of Rodney that visited them a while back.

It's a pretty strange place.

Low-Slung, Surfer Boy by sheafrotherdon & thegrrrl2002 | 1k, e

The boys take a vacation, and all it takes for everything to come unraveled is one pair of swim trunks.

Collider by busaikko | 1k, e

Large Hadron Collider, large hard-on collider, practically the same thing... if you're John Sheppard and are trying to irritate Rodney into bed.

How to Date an Asshole by Punk | 2k, e

They're at an impasse.

Attack Of The Giant Robot From Outer Space by skoosiepants | 2k, t

John wants to hug it, and possibly use his tongue in inappropriate ways.

Cred by Resonant | 2k, e

What it takes to get Rodney's full attention.

John Sheppard vs. The Magic Ball of Love by SquaresAreNotCircles | 2k, t

John grimaces. “Magic ball of love?”

“It’s that artifact thing from yesterday.” Rodney finds the time to tut in between bites and actual words. “This is what happens when Zelenka approves the underlings’ paperwork before I’ve officially decided on a name.”

Or: There’s John, there’s Rodney, there’s an Ancient glowy ball, and a lot of very successful non-communication. Just an average week on Atlantis.

See the full post

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favorite little humanizing sga character bits

john is bad at directions and has a guitar he never plays

teyla is bad at cooking and is Very Obvious when she has a crush

rodney has disgusting eating habits and keeps framed pics of his cats

ford is bad at simple math and also bad at telling jokes

ronon is always trying to set people up and is a film connoisseur

carson loves his mum and loves to gossip

jennifer loves her dad and is afraid of scary movies

elizabeth plays solitaire to procrastinate and doesn’t Get Sports

sam has framed pics of all her friends and likes getting her hands dirty

woolsey relaxes by getting fancy and is bad at technology

181 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

season 1 john: remembering what it’s like to have a family

season 2 john: remembering that boundaries are important in relationships

season 3 john: living his best life

season 4 john: desperately clinging to his team as they develop their own lives outside of team

season 5 john: isolating himself so it hurts less

196 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

too loud for words | a grab bag of mcshep emotions reclist

Exit Wounds by Powderpuff | <1k, m

When John thought about sleeping with Rodney, it was usually frantic, furious, and biting; aggressive and demanding, like Rodney himself often was. John expected bruises; expected it to hurt the next day, in that pleasant, “I just got laid” sort of way. In short, he expected it to be like all of the other times, after Nancy. He wasn’t so foolish as to imagine it wouldn’t matter, because everything with Rodney mattered—all John could hope for was that it didn’t scar.

September 20th, 2011 by velocitygrass | 1k, t

It's the end of DADT and nothing will really change for John.

start me up and watch me go by sabinelagrande | 1k, e

Rodney discovers a new equation.

Sleeping Arrangements by Brumeier | 1k, t

Of all the risks John faced in the Pegasus galaxy, having to share a small bed with Rodney while offworld was definitely the most dangerous.

Get You Back by lamardeuse | 1k, t

John nearly loses everything.

Lessons in Waking Up by Siria & dogeared | 1k, e

Keller crashes first, hiding a yawn behind one hand while she makes her excuses about early morning clinics and paperwork and half-jokes about not even being able to read her own handwriting. Sam's not far behind her; then Teyla, trailing Ronon in her wake, looking for peace through meditation, though John knows the only thing she's likely to find is irritation with Ronon's snoring.

Touch by astolat | 1k, e

Rodney McKay was a cuddler. Which was more than John had wanted to know.

The Whole Story by unadrift | 2k, t

John shows up at his door that night, carrying a sixpack of beer. Rodney follows him into the transporter and out to the pier. They settle down, feet dangling over the edge, and John hands him a can.

"So," Rodney says, after they each have finished off a beer. "I figure this is your subtle way of telling me that you want to talk?"

Talking Dirty by Toft | 2k, e

“It’s a major obstacle to successful porn dialogue that there are so few attractive words to describe anything to do with sex.”

Better Than Ice Cream by DesireeArmfeldt | 2k, t

Episode tag to Remnants: McKay wants to know what Sheppard saw in his hallucination. (Gen/friendship or pre-slash, depending on the color of your goggles.)

Just Hold Me, Please by christinchen | 2k, t

It just so happens that John desperately needs some human contact and Rodney's back is kinda sore. It's just a simple massage between two friends. No, really!

It Doesn’t Change a Thing by luredin | 2k, e

If Rodney had expectations about what life on Atlantis was going to be like before he got here, Major John Sheppard giving him head on the down low would not have been one of them. Nothing makes sense anymore, and if this is going to be a regular occurrence, Rodney thinks he should probably start returning the favor.

Or, five times John gets Rodney’s cock in his mouth, and one time Rodney has the pleasure.

That's MY cold by Saxifactumterritum | 3k, g

I wrote a fic. Mcshep, post The Eye/The Storm (Stargate Atlantis series one. John's got a cold, Rodney's annoyed, then there's snuggling

Hand Wash Only by LogicGunn | 3k, m

See the full post

288 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #<3

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bylertruther · 2 years

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Halloween Byler ask! 🎃👻

What scary movie would Byler watch?

What costumes would Byler wear? Either couple or with the party

hello! :D

hmmmmm. mike and will spend the entire month of october watching spooky movies of course, so i'll give you both era appropriate answers and modern!au answers!

regardless, their movie marathon starts off relatively mild (which mike disagrees with vehemently, because will's definition of "mild" is NOT what any normal person considers mild at all) (which will 100% disagrees with btw, because it simply isn't his fault if other people can't appreciate the art form for what it is, michael) before inevitably getting scarier and gorier.

era-appropriate byler watch the classics like gremlins, evil dead, ghostbusters, the thing, the shining, blah blah blah. you know the ones. mike catches will blushing over macready and ash and gets all 😒😤😠🥺 about it until will finally catches him and teases him for it. mike is grumbling, denying that he's pouting (because he doesn't ever pout, thank you very much) until will's poking his sides where he knows mike's ticklish and then mike's cracking and poking will back and popcorn is getting everywhere and will's cheeks are still red and okay maaaaaaybe 🙄 he was pouting a LITTLE BIT okay jUST A LITTLE BIT but can you blame him!!! insert mike putting his hand on will's bright pink cheek and it makes will blush even more because deargodhe'spretty but also Wait No I Look Like A Tomato Don't I God This Is Embarrassing Someone Puree Me Please For The Love Of God and then. well. there's smoochies ofc. and some complaining on will's part bc their rustling smushed the popcorn and now there's kernels everywhere and gOD mike look at this and hEY WHAT DID I DO?! and so on and so forth. they watch empire strikes back and blade runner a few times which AREN'T SCARY MOVIES, MIKE. but YOU JUST MADE ME SIT THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF A CRONENBERG MOVIE, WILL, I THINK I'M ALLOWED A LITTLE HARRISON FORD HERE which like, yeah. okay. that's fair. will also gets mike to watch little shop of horrors and he's stealing looks at him the entire time because he loves that one and he wants mike to love it, too. which he does!! but who's to know if that's because he actually likes it or just likes how much will likes it and wants him to, too, and how much it has him looking over at him when he thinks mike isn't looking heheh.

modern!byler has a similar routine, but i'd like to think they also watch the remakes of the classics to compare and critique. mike always has a scalding review and will likes to eat all the candy bits in their popcorn while mike is distracted and waving his arms around gesticulating like a mad man as he's going OFF on whatever director had the fucking GALL the AUDACITY, WILL, THE AU-DA-CITY to take such a heaping shit—okay, mike—on [insert cult classic here]. they also watch hereditary and mike is Very Uncomfortable but he digs it a lot and will can't stop repeating the mother's monologue and constantly says "I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND." in the same tone as her which reduces them to a fit of giggles every time bc will is a Master at looking all intense like her and his already wide eyes get even wider when he does it. good timez. modern!will still has a thing for macready and ash and mike still rolls his eyes and grumbles and insists he's hotter to which will doesn't even look away from the screen when he guffaws at that. this time mike is the one that starts with the poking to get him to take it back but will doesn't and blahblahblah insert salty popcorn kissies here n will playfully pushing mike's face away bc "i'm trying to watch my boyfriend here, mike, gosh" which like yeAH OKAY THE MOVIE CAN WAIT NOW ACTUALLY BECAUSE EXᶜᵘˢSE ME—

OMG NOW AS FOR THEIR COSTUMES..... going 100% modern!au for this one bc fuck homophobia all my homies hate homophobia.

mike is in charge, because will's ideas are always awful. mike wants them to match and look cool god dammit to which will thinks mike is just being a big baby because hello!!!! monsters are super cool and very on theme thank you!!!! it's halloween!!!! but mike says No. Please. We. Are Wearing. A Couples. Costume. Will. (said in the most serious tone ever as if mike is two seconds from a nervous breakdown with the widest eyes ever not even blinking as he holds will's hand in both of his own and will is just chuckling because riling mike up is just soooooo easy, too easy and too fun actually). will concedes ofc, but tells mike he has to let him practice doing sfx makeup on him at some point eventually and mike lets out the BIGGEST sigh of relief ever and covers his face in kisses saying thankyouthankyouthankyougodthankyousomuchiloveyou because he was going to fucking khs if will ACTUALLY made him go as the fish guy from the shape of water. (literally who even thinks of that, will. / YOU SAID COUPLES COSTUME— / —YEAH BUT I'M NOT GOING AS A FUCKING FISH, WILL / HE'S NOT EVEN A FISH— etcetcetc).

to give you an actual answer though, they've dressed up as han (m) and leia (w, with space buns and all), poe (w) and finn (m), and the mandalorian (m) and anakin (w) [this one was NOT a couples costume but mike saw him in the dark robes and the disheveled hair and the cut on his brow and was like mmmmmm yeah ok i take it back i am Very okay with this actually aha 😳].

#byler #thank u so much for this ask :)#one thing abt me is i WILL be turning a simple answer into an entire essay and that's on byler baby 🫡#asks #byler hc

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gaybananabread · 2 years

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Everyone has a weakness, tough guy

Happy 10 year anniversary to Gravity Falls! I know I'm late, I've been procrastinating. This happens in the Weirdmageddon scene where Bill is trying to get the equation to escape Gravity Falls.

Lee: Ford

Ler: Bill

Summary: Bill is interrogating a stubborn Ford, when he remembers something that just might get some answers.

Warnings: Gravity Falls spoilers, if you haven't seen it. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"...And all I need is your help." He couldn't belive Bill. "You're insane if you think I'll help you!" He just laughed. They were in Bill's pyramid, and he needed the equation. "Hahaha! I'm insane either way, Brainiac! But have it your way. I'll just fish around and get that equation, directly out of your mind!"

Bill left his body, moving towards Ford. "Not so fast! You know the rules, Bill. You may be able to haunt my dreams, but you can't enter my mind unless I shake your hand and let you in."

"You are making this so much harder than it needs to be!" Bill summoned chains to bind Ford's ankles and neck. They lifted him into the air, bringing him close to Bill's face. "Everyone has a weakness, tough guy. I'll make you talk. It's only a matter of time."

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"COME ON, SIXER! Why won't you just GIVE ME THE EQUATION! " Bill had been at it for hours! He'd tried subjecting him to unimaginable horrors, changing the functions of all his face holes, and he even let Teeth bite him a couple times! Ford still wouldn't budge!

"You're not going to win, Cypher! That equation will never see the light of day!" Come on Bill! Think! Any weaknesses about Ford, any at all! Paranoia? No, too simple.....Oh Yeah! Yeah, that's perfect!

"Alright Fordsie, I'll give you one last chance. What. Is. The. Formula?" Ford grit his teeth. "I will never tell you, you three-sided menace!" Though he would have preferred the formula, Bill still got to torture Ford. "Suit yourself."

When Ford saw Bill wiggling his fingers, he knew he was screwed. "A-are you kidding me? You think that's going to do anything?! Hah! You're ridiculous!" He meant it to sound cocky, but it came out more desperate than anything.

"All you have to do is tell me the equation, and you can avoid this." Crap, he had Ford cornered. "I'll never give anyone that formula! Especially not you!"

The triangle floated over, resting his hands on Ford's sides. "Last chaaaaance~" He tapped his fingers as he sung it, making Ford stifle a giggle. "N-never!" As soon as those words left his mouth, Cypher dug in, kneading and pinching his sides.

Ford tried to hold in his laughter, but he broke in seconds. "PFFT- CYHIHIHIHIPHER! STOHOHOHOP THIHIHIHIS MAHAHAHADNEHESS!" Bill just shook his head (point? eyeball half?). "Wohow, Sixer. You're more ticklish than I remembered!"

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!" Ford squirmed and kicked at his restraints, but they wouldn't budge. "Yeah, no, Ford. Those chains are made of pure weirdness energy. I'm the only one who can release them." He went down to Ford's hips, squeezing at the sensitive skin. "BIHIHIHILL! *snort * STOHOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Bill's eye widened. "Did you juhust snort? Aw man, that's hilarious! Do it again!" He tweaked his hip bone and got the same reaction. "I wonder if anyone else knows about this weakness of yours, Fordsie~" Ford was howling. "PLEHEHEHEAHSE STOHOHO*snort *HOHOP! BIHIHIHIHIHILL!"

"Am I gonna get that equation, Sixer?" Ford shook his head wildly. "IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T!" "Can't what? Take the tickles, or give me the equation?" Bill's teases kept on coming. "BOHOHOTH!" "Then I guess I can't stop."

Bill summoned two more sets of chains to hold Ford's arms above his head. "Bill! Wahahahahit! Dohon't!" The man tried to pull at his arms, but the chains were stronger. "Sorry not sorry, Sixer!"

When Bill dug into the hollows of his pits, Ford screeched. "EEEEEHEHAHAHA! BIHIHIHIHIHILL! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHA!" Bill laughed at his reaction. "Ha! Man, your noises just get better and better!"

"If only you would just give me that equation, Fordsie. Than I wouldn't have to tickle-tickle-tickle you. Your poor, ticklish armpits. And we can't forget your sides-" "JUHUHUHUST *snort * SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP AHAHALREHEHEADY!"

The tickling continued for a few more minutes. By that time, Ford looked like he was about to pass out. His eyes were wet with tears of mirth, his face scrunched up, and his laughter turned wheezy. Bill stopped, knowing that an unconscious Ford wouldn't do him much good.

"Am I going to get that formula now, Ford?" The man in question was panting, trying to catch his breath. "I....will n-never...give it to you." Bill was, as you can imagine, not happy to hear that. He grew in size, turning an angry shade of red.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! ALL THAT, AND YOU STILL WON'T GIVE IT TO ME?! UGH!" He huffed and messaged his temples, changing back to his banana yellow color. "Fine then." He snapped his fingers, shrinking down and summoning a megaphone. "Hench-maniacs! Get in here and give me some ideas!"

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shamelessler · 2 years

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Lee!Bill Cipher Headcanons

Just talkng about his tickle spots cuz I can<3

Sides - Ah shit. Just grant him mercy. He will go insane if you tickle him here, forget trying not to laugh it's no use. If anyone were to find out about this little weakness he'd be in big trouble. His laugh is very screechy when you tickle him here, he's so ticklish here that he can't even struggle against it he just has to sit there and take it while clenching his fists super tight and laughing his little heart out.

Feet - His feet are super tiny so there isn't much to tickle but you can just poke his foot and he'll tense up and giggle. His lil feetsies are like ironically extremely soft they're like baby feet honestly. He has the ability to actually squirm when you tickle him here so you know he'll be wriggling around like a worm on a hook. His laughter sounds so strained, like he's trying so hard to conceal it. If you're very very close to him(which nobody is) he'll open up about his laughter. It's honestly the cutest thing in the world.

Tummy - I'm talking more about the spaces inbetween his brick things. I feel like tracing them would drive him up the wall. It would make him snort reeally cutely and he'd throw his head back and cry a few happy tears but it's still not even his worst spot surprisingly enough.

Armpits - His laugh is pretty much the same as it was in Sock Opera when Mabel tickled him there, his laughter starts out kind of surprised but it quickly gains momentum and starts getting pretty loud and he ends up hugging himself to attempt to squirm away. He doesn't exactly like this spot so he'd definetly whine about it

Hands - This is totally Bill's melt spot. He'd deny even being ticklish let alone having a "melt spot" because Bill Cipher doesn't "melt". He does though, when you trace the lines of his hand and if you drag your hands up his arm it turns him feralll. His laugh gets super hiccupy and high pitched here it's so hard to remember that he's evil when he's so frickin cute.

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Misc.

- After Mabel tickled Bill in Dippers body Bill attempted to tickle himself later but was then confused as to why it didnt work(It's cuz you can't tickle urself lol)

- He's obviously extremely embaressed about being deathly ticklish

- More ticklish than Dipper because I'm spiteful

- Pines family ganged up on him when they realized Bill's ticklishness

- Mabel is Bill's favorite ler aww

- He's absolutely terrified of Ford because he knows that if he and Ford were left alone together in a room Ford would WRECK Bill with some pretty mean 6 fingered tickles

- Revenge tickles are a regular thing for Bill to recieve

- Bill isn't super flexible with the whole...made from bricks thing so when he squirms it's kinda just like a little squirmy dance from side to side

- Definitely flails and beats fists on the ground

- Often is stressed and depressed so cheer up tickles are common

- Bill claims to absoutely dispise tickles, running from them and complaining very loudly about them but he really thinks their fun

- He has a hard time laughing genuinely so tickles are a good cure for that

- Every. Part. Of. Him. Is. Ticklish.

__________________________A/N: Sorry if these don't make too much sense, I made them last night at 2AM in the span of 10 minutes. Also I apologise for my absence, I'm usually not super consistant when it comes to blogs. Maybe I'll have more time this summer to post:)

#weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #lee!bill cipher #ticklish bill cipher #tickle bill cipher #also happy pride month!

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bloominggiggles · 2 years

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For The Sake of Research!

Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons is my favorite game series of all times, and the lack of tickle content, and fan content in general, is a crime!

So I’m writing something self-idulgent because why not?

Game: Story of Seasons: Trio of Towns.

Pairing: Ford x GN!Farmer

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Don’t like, don’t read!

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"W-Wait! Fohohohord!"

The farmer exclaims between giggles, their body squirming as their husband poked at their sides.

The two of them had been cuddling on the couch after a long day of work for both, when Ford had subconsciously squeezed his spouse's side, causing them to let out a squeak. And of course he couldn't just ignore that.

Which led them to this situation.

"Interesting. I have met quite a few patients that were ticklish, but never one as ticklish as you, my dear."

The doctor says, his purple eyes showing a glint of curiosity behind his round glasses, his expression serious and studious, a look the other knew all too well from the times they'd watch him work.

The farmer feels their cheeks heating up with his words, feeling embarassed.

"Y-Yeah, I'm rehehealy ticklish, s-so stohohop!"

Bubbly giggles burst out of their lips when gloved fingers moved to wiggle against their stomach.

"I'm afraid I haven't collected enough data to stop just yet."

Ford says, unfazed, looking at his fingers and the way his lover tries to suck in their stomach.

"I need to find out just how ticklish you are, and which spots get the strongest reactions."

He continues, noticing how they tense up, but not saying anything.

"W-Whyhyhy would yohohou n-need tohoho do thahahat?!"

The farmer questions, still squirming and trying to get away from their husband's fingers.

"For the sake of research, of course. As a doctor, I should always study new findings about the human body."

He replies, trying not to think about how that was a big lie, and he simply couldn't bring himself to admit he was enjoying something this...childish, along with his beloved spouse's laughter.

Luckily for Ford, said lie was not hard to believe at all, since he is constantly studying and coming up with new medicines during his lunch breaks at work, or when inspiration hits long after work hours were over, and during his days off.

"Did you know that being tickled stimulates your hypothalamus, the area of the brain in charge of your emotional reactions, and your fight or flight and pain responses?"

The doctor asks the giggling farmer in order to keep up his lie.

"F-Fohohord!"

"It's interesting, really. Older research shows both pain and touch nerve receptors are triggered during tickling..."

"C-Come ohohon!"

"...there are many theories regarding why the human body is ticklish, but the most logical one is that it is yet another defense mechanism our bodies developed..."

"N-Nohohot nohohow!"

The farmer exclaims through their giggles. They always loved to listen to their adorable husband go into his nerdy rambles about scientific and medicinal facts, but not when he's tickling them like this!

"Hmm, your reaction doesn't seen to have changed much."

He says simply, and before the other can protest, his fingers and poking and digging between their ribs, making them arch their back with a jump.

"NOHOHAHAT THEHEHERE!"

They practically shriek as their giggles turn into full laughter and squeals, the heat on their cheeks spreading to their ears.

Ford would be taken aback by the outburst, his gloved hands freezing for a moment, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

'...cute.'

He thinks, before his fingers start tickling the farmer's lower ribs once more, moving up then back down, and repeat.

"That was quite the strong reaction, my dear. You truly are the most ticklish person I have ever met."

"S-STOHOHOP SAYING THAHAHAT!"

"But why? I'm merely stating a fact."

"I-IHIHIT'S EMBAHAHARASSIHIHING!"

"There's no reason to be embarassed about such a thing, it's simply a part of how the human body works."

"S-STIHIHILL- EEP!"

A squeal leaves them when the gloved fingers move up to their underarms, making them bring their arms down, trapping their husband's fingers there.

"...that won't do, there are still a few spots left for me to study."

He says with a frown, perfectly masking the playful smirk the corner of his lips was trying to lift into, wiggling his trapped fingers and making his spouse giggle.

"But if you wish for me to study this spot a little more than the others this badly, I shall do so."

"Nohohohoh!"

It was going to be a long night, but neither of them were really complaining.

#tickle content #tickle drabble #tickle fanfic #Story of Seasons tickling #Ler!FordxLee!GN!Farmer #fluff tickling

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