#lee! collector

[lopsicle]

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

Thunderstorms

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

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

Words: 3000+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another crash echoed throughout his window.

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

Crash!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xxautumnivyxx]

Don’t forget tomorrow is the day! Check out an omnibus equivalent of Chucky lore with YOURS TRULY as the narrator from your nightmares. See it soon on Shudder.

[fiftytwoeightythree]

some of the many shows that i've actually seen from LEE JE HOON, the king of versatility

[koreanthrillerenjoyer]

I finaly figured out that I guess I like my old men psychHOTic and gay

We got literly any Lee dongwook character

Literly any shin hakyun character ( ofc esp dongsik)

And now gongyoo as the salesmen ( that gun scene was pretty gay ) ( I wil be watching more of his stuff but idk what yet )

[gaybananabread]

A cute ler collector curious if grimwalkers can be ticklish?

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

Lee: Hunter

Ler: Collector

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are grimwalkers ticklish?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Guess that's a yes!"

[neflheimen]

I need someone with like a popular account to tell people to comment their stray kids and ateez biases. I'm trying to figure out something.

[x-cheyanide-x]

Annabel Lee BeGoth doll 🖤🐦‍⬛🥀🕸️📕

[lumioluna]

sunday's flea market haul #1: pearl jam, uncovered (1994, unofficial release)

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

My current Felix collection (minus ones friends are holding for me for now). Plus these I received after I took the photo lol. ��🏻

[mantraamo]

Collection from the Halloween franchise is growing

[squishy-squishy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Witch’s… battle?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Collector?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Huh?! What are you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nevermind. It could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, but how?!”

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

“You turn on the light.”

[spithae]

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(cr chenudream via dreamleeline via X)

[kbandjelly]

People have asked about it my TikTok so I figured I'd post it here too. I have so much more stuff on the way but it's taking months -cries-

Wow Tumblr really messed with the quality on this oops.

[multiple-sclerosis-barbie]

I never post about him but I have a Marshall Lee doll that I got years ago, I think he was a gift from my brother

he needs some TLC so I'm planning to make him a new shirt and some pants, maybe even some shoes?? I'm not sure yet

I also have to repair his left ear and his hair, you can see they are separated from the head

[honeyspotpie]

This took longer than planned and I'm a little late! But I present to you the silly horror sapphics 🏃‍♀️

[witekspicsbanknotes]

CHINA - fantasy set of notes for collectors with BRUCE LEE. The reverse/back is similar to the last picture for all notes, but has different denomination.