#Welcome Home tickle

[randommusicalfluff]

Eddie tickles because I think he deserves to be a little silly in these trying times 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[gaybananabread]

Squealing Santa 2023 - Gift for @randommusicalfluff

Happy Holidays @randommusicalfluff! I’m happy I got paired with you, love your art! I’ve never written for Welcome Home before, but I finally got a good reason! Full disclosure, I tried my best to go all out; sorry if it’s a bit crazy. Again, happy holidays if you celebrate, and I hope you Enjoy!

(Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa again; I love this event and the fact that you made it possible! Amazing job as always!)

Lee: Eddie, Frank

Ler: Frank, Eddie

Fandom: Welcome Home

Summary: Frank is freezing in the chilly weather of winter. Lucky for him, he has a living teddy-bear for a partner. When said partner is sleepy, though, some fluffy tickles ensue. Eddie decides to return the favor, albeit gently.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Frank shivered in the coolness of the post office, his thicker sweater vest doing little to keep him warm. Snow fell in delicate flakes outside, leaving little water dots against the window on contact. The insect lover would much rather be snuggled up in blankets in front of a warm fire, but he promised Eddie that he’d be patient. He was regretting that promise.

“Alright, darlin’! All done with sortin’ tomorrow’s letters. Ready to head in?” A warm fuzz entered Frank’s chest when he heard that southern drawl. Not enough to distract him from the crisp air, of course, but it helped. “Absolutely; it’s much too cold in this office. You really must get a nicer heater for this room.” 

The gray-skinned puppet moved to his partner’s side, a small smile gracing his lips when Eddie raised his arm and pulled him in close. He was so warm; Frank could’ve stayed there for the rest of the season.

Eddie just chuckled, unlocking the thick door that separated his living quarters from the post office. He couldn’t understand why Frank was so cold; the southern man just had a thin flannel over his usual postal attire. He led Frank over to an armchair, handing him a blanket and turning to the fireplace. “C’mon, freezer-bug. I’ll get the heat goin’.” 

That got an eye-roll and a few mumbles from the logical puppet. Freezer-bug? It was snowing outside! Eddie was just too cozy, with his soft belly, warm eyes, tender embrace, rich voice…oh dear. Frank felt his cheeks heat up, adding to the fuzzy feeling. Heat sounded nice, though he’d prefer cuddles.

Soon, the heater whirred, struggling to warm both the post office and his home. Frank wrapped the blanket snugly around his shoulders, trying to warm up. He could’ve used a squishy teddy-bear right about then. “You coming, dear?”

Eddie shook his head, lifting the lankier puppet up and placing him in his lap. He laid the blanket across both of them, rubbing Frank’s back to try and warm him. The long day of sorting mail and delivering packages that morning had him all tuckered out; soon, his eyes were drifting closed, his arms going slack on his partner’s back.

Normally, Frank would’ve just let him sleep and enjoyed the closeness. He had been waiting for cuddles all day, however, and had been teased for shivering. It was obviously lighthearted, but Frank was nothing if not a creature of spite. Some payback was in order.

Frank’s nimble fingers kneaded into his partner’s plush belly, squeezing and poking at the center. Eddie giggled sleepily, moving one hand to swat at the ticklish feeling. His partner had to stifle a chuckle as he dodged the hand, squeezing and poking at the squishy area above his waist.

A groggy yelp burst from the red-haired man, his hands shooting to grab Frank’s wrists. The gray puppet wasn’t about to let that slide; he shoved at Eddie’s tangerine hands, continuing to tickle the wonderful pudge. “D-DAHAharlihin’?! Whahahat’re yaha dohohoin’?!”

“Well, you’ve made me wait for affection all day, and you *were* being rather mean about my shivering. I need to get some kind of revenge, dear. You understand, yes?” Frank moved his wiggly fingers to Eddie’s ribs, sending the man into a fit of laughter.

“I-IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! IHI’LL GIHIVE YA AHAHALL THE CUHUHUDDLES YOUHU WAHAHANT!” Frank just chuckled, holding on tight and teasing his partner’s ribs. He loved the sound of Eddie’s laughter best. It was so bright, rich and full; such an easy thing to melt at. For the moment, though, he was strong.

Frank’s fingers moved to tug at the fabric of his partner’s tucked-in shirt. The soft fabric gave easily, exposing the soft felt of his tangerine belly. “Ah, what a sight. This tum of yours looks awfully cozy, Mr. Dear. I hope you don’t mind~” Before Eddie could protest any further, eight cold fingers were scribbling on his poor belly.

“F-FRAHAHAHANK! NAHAHAT THAHAT!” Of course he minded! Eddie normally refrained from using Frank’s first name, per their little habit; pet names or Mr. Frankly was what he stuck with. He couldn't help it, it tickled! The cool temperature somehow made everything twice as sensitive.

Frank gasped, letting his dramatic side take over. “*Frank*? When did we get so unprofessional?! You’ve *insulted* me, Mr. Dear. This cannot go unpunished.” *Oh, what a drama king*…

He paused for a second, hovering his hands above Eddie for a moment. Eddie was about to whine, his protests dying in his throat when he saw where those wiggling fingers were heading. His hips were horrible, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. *Especially* Frank. Oh boy… 

“D-Daharlin’ no! Wahahait, lehet’s talk ‘bout thihis! Ya don’t gotta- GYEEAAAH!” Frank let his hands touch down on Eddie’s hips, giving the love handles a firm squeeze. The postman squealed, jolting so hard he almost sent Frank flying. It didn’t deter the entomophile; he only dug in further.

The poor postman was an incoherent mess, sputtering through his loud, boisterous laughter. “F-FRAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHA- IHI’M SAHAHARRY! YEHER KIHIHIHILLIN’ MEHEHE!” He bucked and thrashed, his slick red hair quickly becoming a mussed-up mess. So much for staying sharp…

“Oh, come now. Your hips can’t possibly be *that* ticklish. It’s illogical.” Frank smirked, kneading his partner’s hips and drilling his thumbs into the plush skin. Eddie flailed as he cackled, trying and failing to do anything but sit there and toss his head back with laughter. “Then again, you have always been a bit of an anomaly. I guess southern gentlemen are exempt from that rule.”

The tickle-drunk postman giggled and panted, his belly quivering as he tried to regain his composure. A beautiful red hue decorated his face, pairing wonderfully with his sunset-colored felt. “Ohoho gohosh… Geheez, Mr. Frankly. Thahat was mihighty mean…”

Eddie drummed his legs against the chair, losing his marbles over the tickling. It was so bad! Frank didn’t normally go that far with his tickles, but he definitely was that time.

Eddie’s hand tapped at Frank’s arm, signaling that he really couldn’t handle any more. The lanky puppet immediately stopped, moving to rub his partner’s belly soothingly. He didn’t really need to, but it felt right; plus, his hands were still cold.

Frank huffed, rolling his eyes and snuggling up to Eddie. “Oh, hush. You know you enjoyed it, *dearest*~” He felt his cheeks heat further, the butterflies in his stomach going wild. The man blamed Frank’s insect obsession.

Even though he was tired, he wrapped his arms around Frank and held him close. Any thoughts of moving to the bedroom were gone, the armchair and Frank seeming as comfortable as ever. Eddie sighed, relaxing into the plush fabric and playing with the other puppet’s hair. “Whooo…got me plum tuckered, darlin’. Was there s’posed to be a point to all’a that?”

Frank just shrugged, getting comfortable on his warm “bed” for the night; time had really flown. “It seemed enjoyable, and it absolutely was. Besides, all that laughing warmed you up. Now I’ve got a nice warm bed…” The puppet had no shame, smiling softly and curling up even further.

Eddie huffed at his reasoning; only Frank… He was about to do the same until a fun idea popped into his head. A little retribution would be nice, and his partner *was* still complaining about being cold. Even if he was tired, the red-haired man was ready to give Frank a taste of his own medicine.

Pretending to doze off again, Eddie wrapped his arms around Frank and laid his hands on the bug lover’s sides. Frank thought nothing of it, assuming his dear would be too tired for revenge; oh, how wrong he was. Right as Frank’s eyes closed, Eddie struck. He wiggled his fingers into the gray puppet’s soft sides, using his arms to hold him tight.

Frank squeaked, a pink glow showing on his gray cheeks. “D-dehehearest! Ihi thohohought youhu wehehere tihihired!” The postman just smiled fondly, a gleam of mischief in his warm eyes. “Oh, I am. I reckon some payback’s in order before my nap, don’tcha think?” His tangerine-colored fingers gently scribbled and squeezed along Frank’s sides, pulling giggle after giggle from him.

The butterfly enthusiast flapped his hands, Eddie’s strong arms restricting any other movement. His partner cooed at the stims, granting himself one small kiss to the top of Frank’s head. “Yer adorable, darlin’. Flappin’ your hands like a lil’ butterfly~” 

Frank had to resist the urge to melt at the kiss, opting for more fruitless squirming. He tried to keep the gag going, but the puppet *could not* take what he dished out. “M-mihister- daharn it, Eddiehehehe!” 

The southern man gasped, a wide smile taking over his features; he’d never had the best poker face. “And you yelled at me and everythin’! Look’it you, callin’ me by my first name. Yer lucky I’m such a nice fella.” Eddie teased each of Frank’s ribs, making the intellectual fellow squeak and squeal. It was so unfairly gentle…

“Dehehearest! Plehehease!” The radiant blush against Frank’s gray felt was honestly adorable to Eddie. He could look at it all day, the lovely sound of his giggles pairing perfectly. However, he knew that the other puppet was tired, and that they could both seriously use a nap. Reluctantly, Eddie slowed to gentle traces, drawing small shapes across Frank’s sides and lower back.

“Ohoho dear…thahank you.” Frank took a few giggly breaths, melting into the gentle touch. “No problem, buggy-boo. Now you get your nap.” The postman kissed his head, adjusting the blanket and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

Frank was out in seconds, the warmth of his partner’s embrace and the slight exhaustion from giggling sending him straight to dreamland. Eddie chuckled fondly as he watched him doze off; it was too cute.

Shifting in the armchair, he closed his eyes, arms still around Frank as he joined the other puppet in a nap. Snow continued to fall outside, the temperature steadily dropping; in the comfort of Eddie’s home, however, the two couldn’t be happier. The perfect end to a cold winter’s day: a tickly cuddle session and nap with a lover.

[fluffypandabun]

I have a welcome home request if you don’t mind!

Lee Barnaby and Ler Frank

Frank gets sick of Barnabys prank calls and decides to put a stop to it

(Sorry if I’m bothering you i just really like your fanfics! 😅)

(No bother at all love!! I love writing these, as usual pls dont tag as ship)

Barnaby B. Beagle was relaxing under a shaded tree on a sunny day, laying down on the soft grass with his eyes closed, pipe in his mouth leaking out a steady thin stream of grey smoke, he felt just about ready to take a nap. 

"Ahem"

Barnaby cracked open an eye at the sound of a clearing throat above him, he was met with the familiar frowning grey face of the neighborhood's resident Butterfly expect. 

His lips curled up into a lazy grin as his tail started to wag slightly behind him happily at the presence of his friend. 

"Frankie!" He hummed pleasantly. "How can I help you on this fine sunny evening?"

The grumpy puppet rolled his eyes. "You know very much so what you can help me with today Barnaby."

The beagle opened both eyes and peered up at him curiously. 

"Now I'm not too sure what you mean there bud."

Seeing the bigger puppet was in fact confused, Frank rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. 

"Both Julie and Wally prank called me today."

Barnaby chuckled, reclosing his eyes. "Yeah those two kids are rascals, need me to tell ya where they are?"

"They aren't the ones i'm looking for Barnaby."

"Oh?" Barnaby hummed, ear perking up slightly. 

Frank let out a groan. "I know you know the only reason they started doing it is because you did it first."

Ah so that was what this was all about, Barnaby fought to hide his smile. 

"Now i'm not quite sure I have any idea of what youre talkin bout there Frankie."

The puppet scoffed. "Oh don't play dumb with me Barnaby I know you've been the one encouraging them to prank call me!"

Okay maybe the blue beagle had done a little bit of...encouraging of his other small friends, it wasn't his fault they had decided Frank's reaction was so funny when they had witnessed Barnaby prank call the grumpy puppet himself, that they just had to do it for themselves. 

Unable to stop himself from grinning this time Barnaby just tsked at the puppet. 

"Why Frankie I am ashamed of you."

"I-what!?"

Barnaby had to stop himself from snickering out loud at the pure disgruntlement in the puppets tone, maybe he was being a bit mean but he couldn't help it. Frank's flustered reactions were just too cute. 

"Sitting here and assuming i'm the one at fault, why i've just been sittin here mindin my own business all day. For shame."

Barnaby shook his head, keeping his eyes closed and arms resting under his head. He didn't even try and keep the smile off of his muzzle at the shocked silence from Frank that followed. For a sec he thought the puppet might have even walked away until.

"Oh okay that is it!"

There was some quick shuffling and before Barnaby could even open his eyes, two hands grabbed onto his sides and began to gently squeeze, sending shocks of ticklish energy shooting all throughout Barnaby's body. 

The Beagles eyes snapped open and he let out a embarrassingly high pitched squeal, immediately he attempted to curl up into a little ball, rolling over onto his side as he burst into giggles. 

"Wha- hehehehey! Frankhehehehe"

The smaller puppet smirked at the beagles attempts of escape, he simply allowed his squeezing hands to stay glued to the beagles sides.

"Now Barnaby don't act so surprised, you know you walked right in to this one."

Barnaby cackled, kicking out his legs and attempting to dislodge Frank's hands to no avail. "Y-You ahahahahaha!"

Frank raised a brow; "I what? I am perfectly justified for doing this after you sent those two pranksters after me?

"Ihihihihi did nohohoho such thihihihihing!"

"Oh?" Frank hummed. "So you aren't willing to admit that it was you who started this whole 'Lets Prank call poor innocent Frank' shebang?"

Barnaby snorted softly, reaching over and trying to grab Frank's hands in his bigger paws. 

"Lihihihihihies and Slander!" He managed to choke out between titters. 

"Hm, very well."

The grey puppet leaned down and proceeded to drape himself across Barnaby's side, reaching down and, after making his hands into the shape of claws, gently scratching up and down Barnaby's blue fur covered belly. 

"I don't mind keeping this up until your ready to admit to truth Barnaby."

Barnaby let out a long 'awooo' before it faded out into loud body shaking belly laughter, the beagle kicking out his legs while his tail wagged a mile a minute behind him, smacking against Frank's leg. 

The puppet chuckled. "Though perhaps this isn't the best method to get you to admit the truth, considering how much you seem to enjoy it."

Barnaby snortled, arms out in front of him as he flapped his hands, as if he were unsure of what to do with them. His left leg was kicking so much he was starting to kick up dirt and grass.

He tried to speak but anything he tried to choke out was lost in his snort filled laughter, which was broken up by the occasional soft awwooing howl, beforing fading back into laughter again. 

The normally grumpy puppet couldn't stop himself from smiling as he watched his friend laugh happily, it was a well known fact in the neighborhood that combining tickling with belly rubs always drove poor Barnaby up the wall. 

Maybe Frank was being a little mean by using this tactic, but to be fair Barnaby did leave him no choice. 

 "You really do like the Belly scratches don't you?" Frank chuckled softly in amusement. 

"It does make sense of course, you are a dog after all." He hummed thoughtfully, never slowing down his scratching once even as he got a thoughtful look in his eye. 

"Though dogs don't usually have this kind of reaction to gargalesis like you do, but that most likely has to do with the fact that you are a sentient one-"

Barnaby didn't know what to do with himself, between the tickling, the belly rubs, and Franks thoughtful observations of Barnabys own ticklishness, he could handle teasing but he could never handle Franks on casual comments, finally after a moment he reached out to slam his fist against the ground. 

"U-UNCHEHEHLE!" He guffawed. "UuhuhunclewoooOOO!" 

He cries for uncle faded away by a final, quite literal, howl of laughter. Seeing his friend call for mercy, Frank immediately stopped. Undrapping himself from across his friends side he sat back on his knees and crossed his arms over his chest, a smug look on his face. 

Barnaby was left sprawled on the ground, body shaking with left over titters as his tail wagged at a more sluggish pace behind him. After a moment he let out a long groan, sending Barnaby a lighthearted glare over his shoulder. 

"T-That." He huffed. "Was so uncalled for and unfair."

Frank just raised a brow at him. "You could have stopped me by telling the truth at anytime."

Barnaby didn't answer, he just let out another long groan as he turned over to rest onto his stomach, chin stretched out to rest down on the ground as well. Frank chuckled, leaning forward to prop his elbows upon Barnaby's back. 

"Well?" 

Barnaby gave him a glare before he huffed. "Fine, Fine alright, I might have done a little bit of pushing to get em to team up on you." 

Frank gave the top of his head a few gentle pats, which did not make Barnaby's tail wag any faster; it did not; he was still very totally mad at Frank, letting out a self satisfied hum.

"See? Now was that so hard?"

Barnaby gave him a little tiny growl, though it lacked any real anger or threat behind it. Frank simply kept looking rather pleased with himself, as he turned around and leant againt Barnaby. Pulling a book out of...somewhere, Barnaby rose a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to rest up so you can help me get back at Julie and Wally."

Barnaby scoffed. "And what makes you think I'll help you? I should get you back the moment I'm back on my feet."

Frank didn't even flinch, simply turning a page in his book. 

"Because if you don't I'll just ask Eddie to help, and I'll make sure to let them know that you were the one who sold them out."

Barnaby froze, thinking of the wrath the two tiny puppets could inflict on him, especially if they got Howdy involved. (The two small puppets had Howdy wrapped around their pinkie fingers, the poor caterpillar puppet had quite the soft spot for the small puppets.) 

Finally he huffed. "Fine fine, I'll help you. But dont think this means that you are off the hook bud."

The blue beagle suddenly shifted around, causing Frank to let out a surprised noise, but Barnaby simply had shifted on his side so he could curl around Frank like a big puppy, the grey puppet now leaning against his stomach. 

Frank froze for a moment before he relaxed with a fond sigh, reaching out with a free hand to scratch behind Barnaby's ears as he continued to read through his book. 

Barnaby let out a content hum, tail thumping against the ground in a steady rhythm as he closed his eyes. 

Now this was a much better way to relax.

[tickling-stringz]

IMPORTANT!

wally squeaks like a squeaky toy if you sneak up on him and goose his sides. 👍

[slowlichocolateanchors]

I don't know why, I think if Howdy would tickle some one using the thing of "This Little Piggy" he would use his own version, something like: "This little caterpillar" and say something like: "This little caterpillar went to Howdy's place / the bugdega, this little caterpillar ate greens, this little caterpillar had none..."

Don't know why he would do it, I just imagine it and is so cute.

[wyvern-feathers]

Hello, hello!

This introduction will be rather quick, seeing as this blog revolves around mostly one thing! I go by Sapphire and use she/they pronouns!

My fandoms include...

Welcome Home

Pokémon

Danganronpa

Genshin Impact

Cookie Run + Cookie Run Kingdom

Legend of Zelda

And more! Asks about fandoms I'm a part of are welcome!

I'm mainly a writer, so I'll periodically post fanfics or AU's when I'm willing and able!

I hope you enjoy your time here on my humble spot on this world wide web!

[fluffypandabun]

Hiya ! If you're still doing the prompt list asks, could you maybe do 12 and 37 with lee!Eddie and ler!Wally? You absolutely don't have to if you don't want to !! Just a suggestion <3

Have a lovely day/night, you amazing person !!!

"Uh.....Whoops?" Is all Eddie could think of to say as he stood there ackwardly with a freshly bruised head and a paint splattered shirt from where he'd, ever the accident prone, had tripped and crashed into Wallys little table that held all his freshly mixed paint colors, spalttering both him and the painter with bright shades of orange and pink paint.

Wally stared at his now paint splattered shirt, mouth slightly agape, before he lifted his head up and narrowed his eyes at the mailman. Eddie was relieved to see there was no real anger in the puppets eyes, it had been a genuine accident after all, but there was something....else in his gaze that made him nervous.

Wally slowly standing up from his chair, never breaking eye contact, certianly didnt help either. Even tho the yellow puppet was smaller then him by quite a bit, it didnt stop Eddie from letting out a squeak and nervously taking a few steps back away from the painter.

"H-Hold on Wally, I-I can explain-!" Wallys expression morphed into that of his signatue cat-like smile, he chuckled.

"Run." Eddie didnt need to be told twice, instantly scrambiling to run for the hills and hopefully find one of the other neighbors who would be willing to hide him and save him from Wallys wrath.

He didnt get very far however, tripping over his own two feet in his haste to run away, he ended up tumbling to the soft grassy ground. Landing face first with a groan.

There was a slight gasp nearby him, one Eddie assumed came from Wally.

"Eddie! Are you alright?" Yep that was him.

"Yeah!" Eddie said, voice muffled by the ground. "Im good!"

....Wait a minutie wasnt he just trying to run away from-!

"Oh good! That means I can do this!"

Before the mailman even had time to defend himself and wiggle away, he felt a small weight settle on the middle of his back. Wiggiling fingers desended upon his exposed sides, skittering up and down at a quick pace.

"You know Eddie, I thought I'd have to actually chase u around for a bit. But you make it too easy~"

The mailman instantly burst into loud giggly laughter, legs kicking behind him and he desperatly tried to reach up to grab at Wallys hands.

"Eheheheee! Wally nohohoho!"

"Wally Yes~" The puppet sing songed, switching tactics to gently kneading the soft plush of the mailmans sides.

"You brought this onto yourself Eddie, should have been watching where you were going~"

Eddie snorted, desperatly trying to twist his body around in hopes of grabbing ahold of the smaller puppet.

"Y-Yohohohu were distracting mehehehehe!" If Wally had eyebrows he would have raised one. "Oh? And now your blaming me? After spilling all my good paint that I slaved hours of the day mixing to get just right?" He tsk'd, shaking his head.

"For shame Eds"

If Eddie could roll his eyes at the moment he would have. "You are sohohohoho dramatihihihic!"

Wally let out a scandalized gasp. "Dramatic? Me? Dramatic?" the painter narrowed his eyes playfully, although the other puppet couldnt see it.

"Oh I'll show you dramatic~"

Eddies eyes widdened at the puppets tone, even more so when he heard him take in a sudden deep gasp of air. "W-Wait! Wahihihihit! Wall-EEHEHEHEH!" The mailman was cut off by his own shriek of hysterical laughter as Wally suddenly leaned down to blow a raspberry right in the center of Eddies back, he even had the auadcaity to blow another one right afterwards.

After holding himself back in fear of accidentally hurting his smaller friend, Eddie finally gave in and bucked violently, turning himself fully around and onto his back. Finally managing to grab onto Wallys wrists, gasping for breath as he tried to control his lingering giggles.

Wally, who now sat a top Eddies stomach, looked down as his red-faced friend. He was wearing Eddies signature hat, which had gone flying off him sometime during his squirming, it fit oddly on the puppets swirled hair. He giggled.

"How was that for dramatic huh~?"

Eddie groaned, letting go of Wallys wrists in favor of drapping an arm across his face.

"Ugh you are so mehehehan."

Wally chuckled. "Shouldnt have knocked over my paint" he poked the mailman in the belly, causing him to jump and squeak.

"...You arent actually mad about that are you?" Eddie asked after a moment, a hint of anxiety creeping into his voice. Wallys eyes widdened.

"What? Oh no Eddie of course not, it was an accident" He gave the mailman a gentle smile, before it morphed into a smirk as he poked him in the nose.

"Though if you really do wanna make it up to me, which you dont have too but knowing you youre gonna want to, you can help me mix up some more paint. Deal?"

Eddie took his arm off his face to give the painter a smile. "Deal.....after I do this."

"Do what- woooah-! W-Wait Eddihihihihie! Nohohoho!"

[tickling-stringz]

tickle community, i gotta ask...

HOW DO WE FEEL ABOUT THIS GUY??

i have some tk headcanons about him, but idk where to start with him.......

[slowlichocolateanchors]

I've decided I'm gonna do... Something for the Welcome Home tickle community

[ticklyfluffstuff]

Adorable!

Hehehe surprise fanfic! :D

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"Barnaby! Hold still or you'll ruin the paint!" Wally huffed, sending the blue dog a glare that didn't hold any malice. This was the fourth time now Barnaby had pulled away, and he barely even started!

Barnaby whined, looking away to hide his blush. "Can't help it, bud! It tickles like crazy!"

Wally just shook his head fondly. He reached out and grabbed Barnaby's paw again to resume painting. "This was your idea." He said, painting one of the beans a lovely purple.

Barnaby held still for exactly 3 seconds before squeaking and pulling his paw away once more.

"Barnaby!" Wally scolded before bursting into giggles.

Barnaby pouted at him as his blush grew a darker shade of red. "It ain't funny!"

This only encouraged more laughter from Wally.

Barnaby groaned, silently waiting for his friend to finish.

When Wally finally calmed down from his laughing fit, he looked up at Barnaby with a soft smile. His eyes were still full of mirth, but he understood his friend's dilemma. "I understand if this is too ticklish for you. We could do something else if you'd like?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head.

Barnaby's breath hitched when Wally asked that. It was so genuine, but it was still flustering none the less. The inky abyss for eyes boring into his soul didn't help, either. He took a second to think it over. This was his idea after all. He could handle a little tickling...right? Besides, he couldn't refuse those eyes. Taking a deep breath, Barnaby nodded, returning his paw to Wally. "Ok. Yeah you can still paint 'em."

Wally grinned excitedly, picking up his brush and pointing it at Barnaby. "I'll try to be fast, but you must hold still." With that, Wally got to work painting the beans.

Barnaby didn't say anything as he gripped the bottom of his vest with his free paw. The dog was trying his best to resist pulling away. He really was! But It tickled so much! His shoulders shook as he giggled freely, closing his eyes to try and block out the tingly feeling.

Wally peaked at Barnaby when he finished the second bean. He looked so cute that Wally had to resist cooing at him. "You ok there pal?" He decided to ask instead.

Barnaby caught his breath before giving a thumbs up. "All good!" He answered, preparing for Wally to continue painting.

Wally hummed, picking a red to match Barnaby's blush.

After a few more minutes (and lots of giggling, squeaks, and wiggles) Wally was finished painting the paw beans.

"Aaaand done!" Wally announced, releasing the newly rainbow beans. "What do you think?"

Barnaby was still giggly and a little teary eyed while looking at Wally's work. The order went purple, light blue, red, and green. "Amazing!" He eventually replied, admiring the sparkly paint. (Yes. Wally used glitter paint)

Barnaby didn't expect to look over and see Wally giving him a teasy smirk.

"I'm so glad you like them, buddy!" Wally picked up his brush, wiggling it at Barnaby. "Because we still have to do the center~"

Oh no.

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Look at the boop!

[creepedfinn]

oh mee lord, today was a doodly day

[thecl0wnfather]

please enjoy this collection of shitty Welcome Home doodles I made while going insane fer th' past day of brain rotting over this

yes, that is Howdy dying in a glue trap.

[finns-tword-blog]

I crave Wally getting playfully wrecked by Howdy. (Man’s can give four times the tiggles.)

he got caught painting all the fruit blue

- this is a SFW tickle blog, so no funny business in the notes -

[flowerakatsuka]

おかえりなさい…

[fluffypandabun]

Alright guys hear me out, we all know of Ler Howdy. I mean look at the guy, hes big and hes got four arms this man is the most powerful ler in the neighborhood.

But i bring you this concept…..Lee Howdy.

I mean, imagine the others, especially the smaller puppets who he has a habit of picking up and wrecking *cough cough* Wally and Julie. Thinking he needs to get taken down a peg, so they enlist the help of some of their bigger friends, like Barnaby, in helping take down the four armed piller!

It takes a bit of struggling of course and some close calls, but with the help of all of them they manage to pin him down and thats when the fun begins >:3

Cause while having four arms is certainly an advantage, having four arms and multiple legs can also be a bit of a downside when your the one on the receiving end.

Especially when your knees and underarms are one of your worse spots >:3c