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[ticklishderg]

Why So Serious?

It's been a while since I've posted any literature here, but I've whipped up yet another Mega Man tickling story, featuring Axl and my Reploidsona, Echo. This fic was actually completed at the end of February and already posted to my Ao3 and DeviantArt accounts, but I didn't get the chance to post it to Tumblr until now. I was kind of burnt out by how much effort I put into this story, but I'm proud of it nonetheless. This is not just the longest Mega Man fanfic I've written, but also the longest standalone story I've written by far. That all being said, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a SFW tickling story, and this is a SFW tickling-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but I prefer you do not reblog this story if you are primarily a NSFW/kink-themed blog. Thank you.

Summary: Axl decides to help Echo to lighten up when he notices she isn't in the best mood and has been cooped up in her dorm all day. But he ends up choosing the wrong time to do so, and Echo ends up delivering payback to the young gunslinger.

Fandom(s): Mega Man

Character(s): Echo, Axl

Words: 9159

Potential warning(s): Mild/SFW bondage

It was a rather typical day in Hunter Base. Most of the Maverick Hunters were out and about on missions, tracking down rogue Mavericks as usual, or busy doing other tasks in the building, such as filing reports.

One particular blue-haired Reploid happened to be doing just that: Echo.

Echo was in her dorm, which was quiet and empty as usual, sitting at her desk with a report sitting in front of her, and a few more reports laid out over each other next to the one she was currently filling out. The Huntress’ bored expression made it obvious filing reports wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do, but it was just one of the many chores of being a Maverick Hunter.

Speaking of being a Maverick Hunter, one of the newest members that had joined the organization was a young Reploid named Axl. He was taken in by the leader of the 0th Unit, Zero, after the two had fought a massive scorpion-like Mechaniloid on the highway shortly before the Red Alert Incident began several months ago. Although some of the Maverick Hunters, especially X, were reluctant to let Axl become a member due to his dubious history with Red Alert and his immature and reckless behavior, they let him become an official member when they realized his potential, and his strong will to do what’s right and protect the innocent from Mavericks.

Echo was one of the Reploids who was reluctant to let Axl become an official Maverick Hunter. When they first met, she had initially acted cold toward him, but that was because of her lack of trust, and the chaos she had to deal with ever since X had (temporarily) retired at the time. However, those weren’t the only reasons Echo had acted cold toward the young Hunter- she had developed a small crush on Axl, and she wanted to hide it as much as she could (though she has mostly gotten over her crush on him by now). But when she saw how terribly Axl grieved Red following the latter’s demise in the Crimson Tower, Echo realized how much he meant to him, and she and the young gunslinger shared much more in common than she initially thought, as she had lost Zero after he was fatally wounded along with X by Sigma during the confrontation with the latter in Zero Space years ago, even if Zero somehow turned out to be alive during the Nightmare Incident. Following the Crimson Hunter’s temporary demise, Echo made a personal oath not to let anyone suffer a terrible loss the same way she did, and that, along with her guilt with how she treated Axl before, was what motivated her to comfort him any way she could, give him a place that would feel like home to him, surrounded by friends and family.

As the months passed, Echo slowly warmed up to and became closer with the younger Reploid. She was usually annoyed by Axl’s antics, as she didn’t tolerate immature behavior (even more so since she became more serious following the Eurasia and Nightmare Incidents), but she could understand the logic behind his attitude, and didn’t want to be too harsh on him. After all, he was still young. And while Echo outwardly didn’t find most of the jokes Axl would crack not that funny, deep down she found them amusing (well, some of them), but she couldn’t afford to let that be known, as otherwise she would likely never hear the end of it.

Back to the present, Echo stared at the report in front of her on her desk, holding a pencil which she occasionally tapped against her head in boredom. That was only one of the reasons for procrastinating on the report- she had to think about how to answer some of the prompts. A sigh heaved out from the blue-haired Huntress, knowing this was going to take a while until she could finally have the freedom to relax for the rest of the day. At least Echo didn’t have to worry about anyone potentially interrupting her work.

But alas, that would not be the case for her that day, because a particular young Reploid would come and visit her.

A metallic knocking sounded from the other side of the steel door, causing Echo to perk her head up and turn to face the door, and as soon as she did, she heard a familiar, chipper voice.

“Yo, Echo! Can I come in?”

Echo immediately recognized the voice, not even bothering to guess who it was. “Yeah.” She replied in a neutral tone, not necessarily friendly, but not hostile or unwelcoming.

Granted permission to enter, the person on the other end opened the door. Standing right outside the doorway was Axl, very much unsurprising to Echo, having expected him thanks to his upbeat tone. But she knew he must have had a reason to visit her dorm at a time like this. Despite his impudent nature, the young gunslinger was (usually) not one to just barge into someone’s dorm uninvited.

“Heya, Echo!” Axl greeted the blue-haired Huntress, a warm smile on his face. His smiles were rather infectious- part of it was due to his chipper and youthful nature. Part of Echo found it difficult to not want to smile back at the new-gen, but she suppressed it. She had more important matters to take care of at the moment.

“Hi, Axl.” Echo greeted back, adjusting her position until she was sitting up straight rather than bending forward when she was filing reports just now. “I assume you came here for something…?”

“Actually, I just came back from training.” Axl replied. “So I just thought I’d unwind here for a bit.”

That last part surprised Echo. “But why in my dorm? Can’t you just do that in your OWN dorm?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like there’s anything wrong with chilling in a friend’s dorm, right?” Axl sat down on a blue couch standing against the wall opposite of Echo’s desk, leaning back on the sofa, crossing his legs and placing his arms behind his head, a position typical for a laid-back Reploid such as him. “Plus, I noticed you’ve been cooped up in here for like, all day, so, I just thought I’d keep you company, y’know?”

That last sentence caught Echo off-guard, even though she didn’t show it. Part of her found it thoughtful for Axl to keep her company, especially since she had stayed in her dorm for the majority of the day, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious, knowing the young gunslinger’s tendency to cause mischief. The Huntress normally was not fond of such, especially when she was busy like she is right now. Regardless, she ultimately decided to let him unwind in her dorm.

“Okay,” Echo began. “but don’t be loud or do anything disruptive, I’m busy. Got it?”

“Got it!” Axl responded, giving a thumbs up.

Echo couldn’t help but smile a bit and let out a puff of laughter through her nostrils from Axl’s response. Just your typical young Maverick Hunter…

With that, Echo resumed her work, gradually filing her reports as Axl sat back and relaxed, his eyes closed in contentment, occasionally humming a small tune to himself, which the blue-haired Huntress didn’t pay much mind to. Echo found herself more relaxed than she was earlier- part of it was from Axl’s promise not to interrupt her work, but it was also from his presence, though she didn’t want to admit it.

Several minutes passed, the entire room quiet except for the sound of a pencil writing on paper, Axl’s humming, and the latter occasionally changing positions lounging on the couch. The new-gen yawned, starting to get bored, until he looked over at Echo and became curious about what she was working on. Plus, part of him wanted to initiate a conversation with the Huntress, as the two of them hadn’t spoken since Axl had entered her dorm. He got up from the couch and walked over to Echo, looking over her shoulder.

“Say, whatcha doin’?” Axl asked innocently, startling Echo slightly, but the tension in her muscles quickly faded when she realized who it was.

Echo turned her head to face the gunslinger. “What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied bluntly, the tone in her voice making it clear she was not interested in talking to Axl at the moment, but the curious, innocent look in his eyes made her sigh. “I’m filing reports. Also, didn’t I tell you not to distract me while I’m working?”

“Hey, I’m just asking what you’re doing…!” Axl chirped. “That doesn’t count as distracting, right?”

“Well, it kinda IS when I have to stop writing just to respond to you.” Echo placed down her pencil. “Couldn’t you be a little less… I dunno, intrusive?”

“What? I’m just peeking over your shoulder!” Axl rested his arms on the top of the swivel chair Echo was sitting on. “Ya know, you shouldn’t be so serious all the time. And come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you smile in a while. You know what they say, it’s good to smile more…!”

“I already smile enough.” Echo was starting to get annoyed.

Axl shook his head. “That’s obviously not true. Plus, you’re starting to sound like Zero whenever he’s in a foul mood.”

“Whatever.” was Echo’s only response, rolling her eyes, before she resumed filing her current report.

Axl huffed, frowning from how stubborn Echo was. She was clearly adamant about not wanting to smile, and the new-gen was at a loss of what to do, until he suddenly came up with an idea, a mischievous grin replacing his frown.

“If you’re not gonna smile, Echo, then I guess I’ll have to make you lighten up myself!”

Before Echo could form a response to Axl’s words, the latter removed his arms from the top of her chair, his hands swiftly diving toward both of the blue-haired Huntress’ sides, until he planted his fingers against the synthetic flesh, causing her to jolt and her eyes to widen as she dropped her pencil, which landed onto the floor with a clack.

“Axl, w-what are you-” Echo stammered, but was cut off by Axl.

“C’mon, you need to smile for once! Lemme see that smile!” The young gunslinger chirped.

Echo barely had any time to react before Axl suddenly began skittering his fingers up and down her sides. She immediately felt a grin tugging at her lips, and she tried her best to suppress it, but the odd sensation radiating from her sides caused by Axl’s fingers drilling into them proved too much to resist, and she ultimately broke into laughter, a wide, involuntary grin on her face.

“A-Ahahahahahaha! A-Axlhlhl, nohohoho!” Echo cried, trying to grab at Axl’s arms in an attempt to yank them away from her sides, but the ticklish sensation was draining her strength, and made it difficult to focus. Axl peeked over her shoulder as he continued scribbling at Echo’s sides, and his eyes sparkled with delight when he saw a wide grin on her face.

“Ah, THERE’S that smile!” Axl spoke with delight and satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“Ahahahahahaha! Knohohock it off!” Echo shouted, trying to sound serious, which was unconvincing due to her laughter. The more she felt Axl’s fingers skittering up and down her sides, the more she felt her strength being sapped, and by this point she had given up trying to yank his hands away from her. Instead, she attempted to writhe and twist her body to get away from the gunslinger’s devious fingers. But what Echo did not expect Axl to do next was pick her up and pull her literally out of her chair (with some struggling, as she was slightly heavier than him), firmly, but gently placing her down onto the floor. The blue-haired Huntress quickly recovered, but before she could attempt to get up, the new-gen plopped down onto her legs, sitting on them and essentially pinning her down, his back turned to her.

“Axl, get off!” Echo yelled, now MORE annoyed than before, writhing with all of her might to break free, but the weight of Axl on her legs made her efforts fruitless.

“Not until you lighten up!” Axl simply responded, the grin on his face indicating he had a plan in mind. “In fact, I know another way to get you to cheer up.”

“And what’s THAT?” Echo asked suspiciously.

As if to answer the blue-haired Huntress’s question, Axl began tugging at her boots. Echo jumped at the sensation, and her eyes widened, quickly realizing what the younger Reploid was doing.

He was prying off her boots.

“Axl, no, don’t you DARE…!” Echo said to Axl, trying to sound serious, but a hint of unmistakable fear was in her voice, which only made the new-gen even MORE determined to pry off her boots. Truth be told, Echo was becoming increasingly nervous, because her feet happened to be one of her worst ticklish spots, meaning that if Axl found that out, she would surely be screwed.

“Why not?” Axl asked, before his eyes widened with realization. “Oh, lemme guess, your feet are probably ticklish, huh?”

Echo’s heart sank. Axl had already guessed one of her weak spots. She thought of trying to lie her way out of it, but given that the fear in her voice already made the young gunslinger more determined to pry off her boots, she knew that wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Not even bothering to wait for a response, Axl shrugged, before resuming prying Echo’s boots off. “Well, only one way to find out!”

With some effort, and after a few moments, one boot came off, followed shortly by the other, exposing Echo’s feet, which were now shielded by nothing more than her skintight bodysuit. So skintight in fact, that she could feel the cool air of her dorm washing against her bare soles.

Crap, no, why did he have to remove my boots…?! Echo thought, blushing with embarrassment, knowing full well what Axl was going to do next. With no other option, she braced herself to prepare for the incoming tickle attack…

“Hehe, heads up, Echo…!” Those were the words that came from Axl, before he suddenly dug his fingers into the Huntress’s soles, and began scribbling up and down all over them.

Despite Echo bracing herself, her feet proved to be just too sensitive that the ticklish sensations radiating there from Axl scribbling his fingers across them were so intense, and it barely took a few seconds until she broke into laughter once more, much harder and louder than before.

“NEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Echo squealed, clutching her stomach and writhing in place as Axl skittered his devious fingers along her soles. “STAHAHAHAHAP! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Her shouts of anger quickly devolved into fits of helpless laughter, which she tried to suppress, but the ticklish sensation was just too much. Axl found it amusing and adorable how Echo’s laughter and large grin were a complete 180 from her demeanor when she was working just now.

“Whoa! I figured your feet would be ticklish, but not THIS ticklish!” Axl remarked in amusement, grabbing hold of one of Echo’s ankles and pulling it upwards, before dragging his fingertips up and down the length of the sole, digging his fingers in deep. Echo was already laughing helplessly as Axl dragged his fingers down her sole, but the moment they found their way to right under her toes was when the Huntress REALLY lost it.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NNGHAHAHAHAHAHA!” If Echo had any shred of sanity left, it was completely shattered in that moment, because a loud screech tore from her vocal cords, followed by a stream of desperate, high-pitched laughter. The artificial nerves in her feet were on fire, and it was clear the blue-haired Huntress had no means of fighting back, especially with her legs pinned down by Axl, so all she could do was take the tickling.

“Hehe, that’s a good smile!” Axl said, with a grin of his own. “But I want to see MORE of it!”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I-I’LL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!” Echo shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Echo’s threats were unconvincing, made even more so by the fact that she couldn’t hurl any threats or complaints without melting into laughter. Axl seemed to notice this, and chuckled deviously as he continued to toy with the older Reploid’s feet, even going so far as to pinch each of her toes one by one and wiggling them around, drawing out MORE squeals and pleas for the new-gen to cease the tickling at once. He was going to milk it for all it was worth, and would not stop until Echo was in a better mood.

Echo was unable to pull away, and she found herself more humiliated by how a younger Reploid was able to overpower her this easily. Yet at the same time, deep down, a part of her was actually… ENJOYING being tickled, despite how intense the sensation was on her soles.

The Huntress wasn’t sure how long Axl had been tickling her for, and she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, as most of her strength had been drained by this point and her only source of air was taking in brief gasps in between her laughter. After a few more moments, however, the young gunslinger felt that Echo had enough, and finally released her ankle, and that was around the time her exhaustion was at its peak. She immediately collapsed her upper body onto the floor, forced to lay down and gasping to catch her breath. Her eyes were half-closed, sweat rolling down her forehead, and she giggled under her breath in spite of her exhaustion thanks to her feet tingling from being tickled so badly.

Axl got up from Echo’s legs, allowing her to move them freely again, and he knelt down next to her. “You okay there, Echo?” He asked innocently. The only response he got from the older Reploid was her wiping the sweat away from her forehead. “Heh, sorry if I went too far. But I just wanted to help cheer you up, y’know?” The new-gen rubbed a hand behind his neck sheepishly.

After a couple minutes, Echo sat up, removing her visors to wipe away the sweat that had dripped from her forehead to her face, before putting them back on. “I know,” She groaned, reaching for her discarded boots and promptly putting them back on. “but I was in the middle of working. You could’ve chosen another time to… you know.” Echo meant to say the word ‘tickle’, yet she couldn’t bring herself to. She didn’t know why, but it was just too embarrassing to say out loud.

Before the two Reploids could say anything more, Echo and Axl heard a knock at the door, and they stood up, turning their heads to face it. “Echo? May I come in?” A polite voice asked.

“Yeah…” Echo replied, trying not to make the exhaustion in her voice known.

The door promptly opened, and at the doorway was X, whose eyes widened upon seeing Axl.

“Hi, X.” Echo greeted casually, noticing the Azure Hunter’s eyes were widened.

“Hi, Echo.” X greeted back, stunned, but soon shrugged it off, and turned to face Axl. “And hey there, Axl. I see you’re here with Echo.”

“Nice to see you, X!” Axl greeted, smiling at X. “And yeah, I came to visit Echo because I wanted to unwind and get her to lighten up a bit.”

That’s putting it bluntly… Echo thought, narrowing her eyes at the young gunslinger, before turning to face X again. “Anyway, did you come here for something, X?”

“Actually, I did. I went to find Axl because he needs to come with me to take care of a Maverick raid on a highway. I came here to ask you if you knew where he was because I couldn’t find him anywhere in the base, but it looks like I already DID find him.” X couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

Axl chuckled goodnaturedly, before X’s expression became serious. “Anyway, we need to get to the highway as soon as possible. You ready for the mission, Axl?”

“Oh, you know I’m always ready, X!” Axl replied confidently, grinning widely.

X smiled, having expected that kind of reaction from the young gunslinger. “Okay. The Mavericks are using vehicles, so we’ll use the Ride Chasers this time.”

Axl’s eyes glittered with excitement. “Ooh, HELL yeah! I haven’t driven one of those things in a long time!” He eagerly ran up to X, ready for what their mission had in store for them, and turned to Echo. “We’ll see ya later, Echo!”

“Alright. But promise you guys will be careful, okay?” Echo said, crossing her arms.

“Don’t worry, we will be!” Axl replied, before he and X began leaving. But as they were, Axl briefly stopped and turned to face the blue-haired Huntress one last time. “Oh, and Echo?”

“Hm?” Was the only response that came from Echo.

“Try working on that smile for me, will ya?” Axl asked, his tone genuine.

Axl’s genuine tone hit Echo in a way that made her feel touched, but she tried not to show it, and instead rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”

The new-gen couldn’t help but giggle a little at Echo’s response, before he and X left to take on their mission, closing the door on the way out, leaving the Huntress alone once more.

Echo looked back at the reports laying on her desk, and she sighed, remembering that she still had a lot of work to do. Part of her was still seething with annoyance from how Axl had interrupted her while she was working, but she could not find it in herself to stay mad at the young Hunter. She understood he was only trying to cheer her up and make her smile more. Yet despite that, she felt the need to give him some well-deserved payback. To her, Axl needed to be taught a lesson so he wouldn’t distract her whenever she was working again.

By the time Axl returned from his mission with X and returned to his dorm to rest for the night, Echo would set her plan into motion. But that would have to wait. She had paperwork to fill out. Stretching, she grabbed her pencil that was dropped onto the floor earlier, returning to her desk and sitting down in her chair, and resumed filing her reports. This may be a grueling and boring task for the Huntress, but at least she had her payback for Axl to look forward to…

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Waiting until midnight to carry out her opportunity for revenge was probably the smartest decision Echo had ever made. More specifically, she had retired to rest in her capsule after she finished filing her paperwork, and slept until about an hour before the sun would rise. She knew very well Axl would likely expect her to get revenge, so she had to wait until he retired to his capsule for the night following the mission he went on with X. Even if the new-gen didn’t suspect any sort of foul play from Echo, the latter still couldn’t afford to carry out her plan while he was awake, especially since part of said plan involved restraining the younger Reploid so he wouldn’t be able to fight back.

However, that also meant Echo had to go to the basement and grab some equipment from one of the storage closets- a table big enough to accomodate a person, and some rope. Carrying the rope was no problem, but the table was quite heavy, meaning she had to take quick breaks to catch her breath as she carried it. Fortunately, the table was foldable, which did help simplify carrying it.

Once Echo had grabbed the equipment she needed, she promptly made her way to Axl’s dorm, being careful not to wake up anyone else in Hunter Base, carrying the foldable table in her arms and the rope between her jaws. By the time she reached the door to the young gunslinger’s dorm, Echo momentarily placed the table down to open it, before picking it up again and carefully entering Axl’s room.

There Axl was, laying in his capsule (which was closed at the moment), fast asleep.

Perfect… Echo thought. She walked over to the wall nearest to where Axl’s capsule was, unfolded the table she was carrying and carefully placed it down onto the steel floor.

The only thing left to do now was pick Axl up from his capsule and tie him to the table.

Removing the rope from her jaws and placing it down on the table, Echo walked over to Axl, who was still soundly asleep in his capsule. She opened his capsule, doing so as quietly as possible so she wouldn’t wake him, and got a good look at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was. In fact, he looked rather peaceful while in sleep mode, which made him look adorable.

Echo shook her head. What was she thinking? She was here to get payback, not stare at the young gunslinger sleeping. Taking a deep breath, she carefully scooped up Axl from his capsule, and carried him in her arms to the table. As she did, however, she found herself unable to stop smiling to the point her cheeks were beginning to ache. Was she… enjoying herself?

The blue-haired Huntress realized that THIS must be what Axl felt when he tickled her yesterday.

Remembering that made Echo return her focus to the most important thing: revenge.

Echo gently placed Axl down onto the table on his back, and began to tie each of his limbs to the four corners with the rope, binding his wrists to the upper corners and his ankles to the lower corners.

With Axl now fully bound to the table, Echo climbed onto it and sat down on his legs so she could get payback more easily. She could finally carry out her revenge. But she had to wake him up somehow first. She spent a few moments thinking about how to wake the new-gen up, until she came up with an idea.

Echo moved a hand to Axl’s neck, and began scribbling her fingers over the synthetic skin. Almost right away, the new-gen started giggling quietly in his sleep, an involuntary grin forming on his face. He visibly tried to crane his neck away, but couldn’t due to his restraints.

The Huntress continued tickling the gunslinger’s neck, waiting patiently for him to wake up. After about a minute, Axl finally awoke, his eyes opening slowly, and that was Echo’s cue to pull her hand away.

When Axl’s giggling faded and his awareness gradually returned to him, the first thing he did was stare at the ceiling, then he looked down and saw someone sitting on his legs. His eyes widening, Axl quickly realized who it was: Echo.

“Hi, Axl.” Echo greeted, in a casual tone as if she didn’t tie Axl up just now.

“E-Echo…?” Was the first thing Axl said. “What are you doing up at a time like this…?” Before Echo could respond, the new-gen noticed his capsule leaning against the nearest wall. “Wait a minute, did you take me out of my capsule?”

“Yep.” Echo replied. “But that’s not one of the only things I did.”

“Whaddya mean by that…?” Axl asked, trying to sit up, only to find he couldn’t. Something was keeping him down. Confused, he tried to pull his wrists down, and realized they were tied to the table he was laid out on with rope. He then attempted to pull at his legs, only to reveal THEY were bound as well. “W-Wha… Did you TIE ME UP…?!” Axl began to squirm, which got him nowhere thanks to his limbs being bound. The drowsiness in his tone was gone and replaced with flustered confusion. It satisfied Echo to see the normally cocky and upbeat gunslinger act frantic and worried from what happened while he was sleeping. Seeing Axl bound and fearful almost felt like more than enough revenge to sink in for how he made the Huntress feel hours ago.

But that wasn’t the reason Echo had him tied up. Her plan was only just beginning.

“Axl, have I ever told you that you can be quite nosy at times?” Echo asked. Her icy blue eyes emanated a cold, yet devious glint in them, which, along with her words, only served to confuse Axl.

“Uhh… No? Why? More importantly, why am I tied up?”

“For revenge.” Echo replied bluntly. “Don’t tell me you haven’t even guessed that?”

“Revenge?” Axl asked, raising an eyebrow. “Revenge for what?”

“For THIS, you loon!” Echo said, raising her voice, before striking with both hands at once at the bound Hunter’s stomach, and scribbling her fingers as aggressively as she could. The sudden sensation of Echo’s fingers assaulting his stomach barely gave Axl any time to react before he burst into laughter.

“Bwahahahahaha! Whahahat the heheheck?!” Axl cried out.

The new-gen was clearly caught off-guard by Echo’s assault on his abdomen that he was unable to hold back his laughter. It was rather loud and almost sounded like cackling, which was the reaction Echo was expecting, but it was also adorable, which made Axl being tickled even better for her when he didn’t appear to like it one bit, as evidenced by his squirming and writhing.

“Nohohohohoho! Stohohohop! Gehehet ohohoff!”

Echo, of course, did not stop. Her fingers drilled deep into his stomach, drawing out every bit of laughter possible. To make things more intense, she occasionally reached a hand toward Axl’s neck and scribbled her fingers over it, which produced nearly the same amount of squealing as along his stomach.

But when she moved her hands toward Axl’s sides, it produced an entirely unexpected reaction. The moment Echo’s fingers stroked and danced along his sides, Axl’s squeals increased in pitch and his laughter increased in volume and desperation.

“EEEHEHEHEHEHE-Nohohohohahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere!”

The young gunslinger began to mindlessly tug and yank at the rope binding his wrists, but it didn’t budge in the slightest degree. All he accomplished was digging the rope deeper into his gauntlets, which he was sure was scraping the steel, in a futile attempt to break free.

And yet, despite Axl’s squirming and pleas to stop, he was actually kind of liking the tickle torture. No, a lot…! He couldn’t explain why, but the adrenaline rush and how it made him laugh felt good to him.

Echo refused to admit it, but she was greatly enjoying herself. Seeing the one who had interrupted her work and bugged her the previous day squealing like a child and writhing helplessly brought incredible satisfaction to her.

“I find it ironic how you can tickle me so easily, yet you react like THIS when I do it back to you.” Echo remarked, amused at how easily she was able to reduce Axl to helpless laughter and squirming so quickly.

“Ahahahahahaha! Y-Yohohou’re enjoying thihihihis, aren’t yohohou?!” Axl questioned through his laughter, a deep red blush coloring his cheeks.

“Maybe.” Echo responded bluntly, continuing to scribble at the new-gen’s poor sides.

I kinda wish I brought a gag with me before this… Echo thought. Oh, well. His laughter is stupidly cute, at least.

The Huntress showed no sign of stopping skittering her fingers over Axl’s sides. His torso visibly twitched as he squealed, yawped and chortled like mad, an indication of just how sensitive his sides were. Even tickling around his belly button produced the same amount of laughter as tickling his sides. Echo thought it was fortunate that the other Maverick Hunters were asleep, otherwise they would have heard Axl’s loud laughter.

Echo continued to claw at the gunslinger’s sides for another couple minutes, until she decided to give him a break, pulling her hands away, leaving Axl to gasp for breath.

“You okay, Axl?” Echo asked genuinely, noticing just how exhausted Axl was.

“Unngh… Yeah, but… That was intense…” Axl groaned, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead.

“Well, I HOPE it was, because it’s only going to get MORE intense from here.” A dubious glint sparkled in Echo’s eyes.

Axl’s eyes widened, perking his head up upon hearing Echo’s words. “What?!”

As if to answer the new-gen, the blue-haired Huntress adjusted her position until her back was turned to Axl, and, without any sort of warning, began to tug at one of his boots, causing him to jump and be overcome with dread. “H-Hey! What’re you doing?!” Axl asked, frantically squirming again, but he then remembered tugging Echo’s boots off to tickle her soles the previous day, and he realized she was going to do the same to him.

Echo didn’t bother to respond, focused on trying to pry off Axl’s boots. With some effort, she pried off one boot, shortly followed by the other, promptly tossing them aside out of reach, where they landed onto the floor with a metallic clatter.

“G-Get off!” Axl whined, trying to keep the older Reploid away from his boots, but the rope binding his limbs were too constricting for him to properly fight back or push Echo off of him. All he could do was writhe uselessly as his feet were made bare, protected by nothing but his thin bodysuit. Once his boots were discarded, Axl sounded like he was about to start whimpering.

“Are you still mad about yesterday? Come on, man, I was just trying to get you to lighten up!” Axl whined, more beads of sweat falling down his forehead, his toes curling in fear.

“I know,” Echo replied bluntly. “however, you interrupted my work. So I feel it’s fair that I teach you a lesson.”

“Please!” Axl begged. “I won’t tickle you again, just let me go!”

Echo scoffed, grabbing for Axl’s big toe on his left foot, rendering it taut and pressing her fingertips to the sole, causing him to tense up and let out a squeak, though the Huntress couldn’t tell if it was from fear or ticklishness. Either way, it made her all the more eager to give the young gunslinger some sweet payback. “I know, Axl. Because I’m going to make sure you NEVER interrupt me while I’m working again.”

Axl’s irises shrank in fear. He tried to curl his toes, which proved impossible to do on his left foot due to Echo holding his big toe. He could have squirmed instead, but he knew that would get him nowhere due to the rope binding his limbs tightly to the corners of the table. He was completely bound and helpless, and he realized that the only thing he could do was to brace himself. Anticipation was nagging at his mind, and yet, while he didn’t show it, despite his current predicament, a different feeling was growing within him: excitement. Part of him was actually looking FORWARD to the next round of tickle torture. An image of the new-gen laughing and thrashing about as Echo tickled his soles briefly flitted through his mind, and the blush on Axl’s cheeks grew worse.

With a swift motion, the fingertips the blue-haired Huntress was digging into Axl’s bare sole began skittering up and down at an alarming pace. A high-pitched squeal burst from the young gunslinger, which then devolved into desperate laughter, catching Echo off-guard slightly, but she didn’t cease skittering her fingers up and down his sole.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Nohohoho! Whyhyhyhy?!” Axl cried out helplessly, trying to wiggle his tickled sole out of Echo’s grip, but alas, he was unable to do so due to his foot being held taut by the big toe. The laughter drawn from the young Hunter made it obvious that his feet were rather ticklish, and while they weren’t deathly sensitive like Echo’s, her fingers skittering along his soles still tickled badly, and Axl wasn’t being dramatic.

Echo dug the tips of her fingers into the tender synthetic flesh as deep as possible, stimulating the artificial nerves underneath. It was just as tender as any real sole with the added bonus that it was impossibly soft to the touch like a pillow. A Reploid’s body would never grow old, age or harden with calluses from overuse, which made Axl’s soles permanently soft and ticklish. In fact, his soles were just as tender as Echo’s, which surprised yet also amused the latter.

By this point, Echo realized she was still grinning. It was difficult to make herself stop, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she pulled her hand away from Axl’s left sole and let go of his big toe, allowing his foot to move freely again and giving him a break to catch his breath. The new-gen was confused at why Echo had stopped so early unlike the previous round, but at the same time, he was relieved to be able to catch his breath. However, that relief soon turned to horror when the Huntress reached her hands out to either side, and dug her fingers into both of Axl’s soles.

“W-Wait, d-don’t!” Axl pleaded, but deep down he knew Echo was not going to back down.

Echo turned to face Axl briefly. “Oh, come on, Axl, you’re not going to die or anything. Like I said, I’m only doing this to teach you a lesson. Now just stay put.” She spoke to the younger Reploid, before shifting her focus to his soles, and began scribbling her fingers up and down both feet.

Axl shrieked and melted into laughter once more, shaking his head back and forth and thrashing in his bonds. “Plehehehehahahahaha!!! Plehehehease! Eeehehehehehee!”

The poor gunslinger’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Axl wriggled his feet from side to side in an attempt to dodge Echo’s fingers, but they would always follow and continue scribbling away at the soles. She even glided her fingers from the arches down to the heels to amp up the tickling, before moving them back up to the arches, then back to the heels, and vice versa. And it was done at random intervals, making it impossible for Axl to predict when Echo would strike for his arches or heels. For the gunslinger, it was torture, but it felt SO good for the blue-haired Huntress.

Just when Axl thought the tickling couldn’t get any worse, he felt Echo’s fingers glide from his heels higher up his soles, until she reached the balls of his feet. In less than a second, her fingers started drilling into them.

Axl’s eyes bugged out, and a stream of cackling burst from him as he threw his head back. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

Echo’s eyes widened from Axl’s outburst. It seemed the balls of his feet were a weak spot. Her grin grew wider, and she decided to milk it for all it was worth. “Since when do you beg, Axl?” She asked teasingly. “I thought you were tougher than this.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT MY FEHEHEHEET! EEEHEHEHEHEHEE!” Axl pleaded between bouts of uncontrollable laughter, his cheeks a deep crimson. Part of it was from the embarrassment of having one of his most ticklish spots discovered, but it was also from the fact part of him was enjoying the torture. He was no masochist, but the rush of adrenaline was just so exhilarating and felt so good, especially the ticklish sensation.

Echo spent the next few minutes skittering her fingers along the balls of the new-gen’s feet, until something piqued her curiosity. I know his heels, arches and the balls of his feet are sensitive, but there’s one area I haven’t tested yet. The Huntress thought, before ceasing tickling the sensitive areas, resulting in Axl’s laughter dissolving into giggles, grateful for being allowed to catch his breath once more.

But his break wouldn't last long, because Echo began gliding her fingers up to Axl’s toes.

Axl’s eyes widened, and his irises shrank once more. He tried to cry out and beg for Echo not to go for his toes, but it was too late. “Wait, nononoEEEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Echo’s fingers already began attacking the young gunslinger’s digits. A shrill, high-pitched squeal erupted from Axl, the loudest Echo had ever heard from him, which was quickly followed by a stream of hysterical cackling. The new-gen’s eyes were wide like dinner plates, and he threw his head back, his back arching as his toes were tickled.

If the balls of his feet being prodded and scribbled at was a nightmare, Axl’s toes were the complete opposite. Echo’s dexterous fingers stroked at each of the pudgy digits, which wriggled and flailed wildly in a fruitless attempt to escape her fingertips or at least quell the ticklish sensation radiating there. But alas, it did nothing to lessen the torture.

Echo was caught off-guard by Axl breaking into hysterics when she targeted his toes, but it only made her more determined to give him a taste of his own medicine and to draw out more laughter. His toes were clearly the worst and most ticklish spot on his feet, and the ticklish sensation was made even worse when the blue-haired Huntress occasionally wormed a stray finger between the digits.

“How’s it feel to be given payback for what you did to me yesterday, Axl?” Echo teased, even though she knew Axl could barely hear her over his crazed laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ECHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!” Axl cried, trying to gasp for breath in between his laughter.

“That’s not an answer!” Echo raised her voice so she could be heard over Axl’s hysteria. As she kept tickling his toes, she got the idea to squeeze each and every one of his digits on his right foot, while still skittering her fingers over the toes on his left foot, producing more squeals from the young gunslinger. She was amazed to find how incredibly tender and squishy Axl’s toes were, possibly even more so than her own. It explained why his digits were so sensitive and how he broke into hysterics immediately after Echo started tickling them.

“I’M SOHOHOHOHORYHYHYHY!” Axl shrieked. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! L-LEHEHEHET MEHE GOHOHOHOHO!”

“Oh, I will. But your punishment won’t be over until the next little while.” Echo replied casually, her words causing Axl to whine.

For the next several minutes, Echo’s fingers continued to assault Axl’s plump, wriggling toes. Sweat was falling down the new-gen’s forehead as he continued thrashing about in his bonds, the room filled with the sound of his own cackling. Part of him was in awe of how merciless Echo was with her tickling. Axl’s method of tickling someone was playful and tactical, but Echo’s on the other hand was more ruthless. He couldn’t tell if her method of tickling others was because of what happened the previous day, or if it was always like this. Tears had started to bud in the corners of his eyes by now, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he was able to take the tickle torture.

The reactions produced from Axl were just too fun to stop. Echo discovered that stroking her fingers in different places resulted in different pitches of laughter. When she focused on the balls of his feet, Axl would squeal loudly, and he would squeal the LOUDEST when Echo aimed for his toes. His arches and heels were both sensitive, but the way he cackled when his poor digits and balls of his feet were tickled told the Huntress everything she wanted to know.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” Axl screeched, the tears budding in his eyes finally spilling out and rolling down his cheeks.

Echo had lost track of how long she had been tickling Axl, but upon hearing his screeching, and seeing the first signs of dawn beginning to shine through the window, she decided to finally stop, and pulled her fingers away from the young gunslinger’s feet.

Axl sagged in his bonds, completely worn out. He had since stopped struggling and instead focused on catching his breath. His lungs ached, and his feet twitched as they tingled from being tickled excessively, making him giggle under his breath. Echo turned her head to look at the younger Reploid, whose eyes were half-closed, visibly exhausted.

Echo got down from the table and back onto the floor, relieving Axl of her weight on his legs. She walked over next to where his head lay on the table. “You okay, Axl?” She asked, her tone gentle and full of genuine concern, completely different from her devious tone from before, wiping away the tears that had fallen down Axl’s cheeks. The Huntress gained great satisfaction and amusement from tickling the young gunslinger for payback, but after seeing just how exhausted he was, she felt a little guilty, and worried if she had gone too far.

It took a few moments for Axl to regain some of his strength, but when he did, he responded, turning his head to face Echo. “Yeah… Oh, man… I… I thought I was gonna die…” The new-gen ended his sentence with a quiet, lighthearted laugh.

Echo went to work untying the rope binding Axl’s wrists and ankles to the table, allowing him to finally move freely again. But he decided to take a few moments to lay down as he was still exhausted. Echo gently patted the young Hunter on the head to comfort him, especially after the tickle torture he was just put through. Any annoyance or anger she felt toward him seemed to have vanished by now. Axl purred and smiled contentedly as she patted his head, which made the Huntress smile in amusement.

As Echo patted Axl’s head, the guilt she felt of putting him through such intense tickle torture returned to her. Despite her annoyance at the new-gen interrupting her work the previous day, she had absolutely no intentions of hurting him, and just wanted to teach him a lesson. Still, Axl’s hysterical laughter and his bugged out eyes while he was being tickled (especially during the last round) made the blue-haired Huntress concerned if she went too far.

“Axl?” Echo began, a look of guilt in her eyes as she looked at Axl.

“Hm?” Axl shifted his attention to the older Reploid, curious about what she had to say.

“I… I’m sorry if I went too far. I was just annoyed with you interrupting me from my work yesterday that I wanted to teach you a lesson. But I’m worried that… me tickling you was too much for you to handle.”

“Hey, it’s okay, Echo.” Axl said, smiling reassuringly. “Sure, the tickling was pretty intense, but you didn’t hurt me or anything. In fact, I… actually kinda liked it…!”

Echo’s eyes widened at that last part. “Wait, you LIKED being tickled?”

Axl blushed, realizing what he just said, before sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, yeah…! I don’t know why, but it just… feels nice, at least to me.”

Echo stood there, stunned. She was shocked by the fact that despite how intense she had been tickling Axl, the new-gen ENJOYED it.

Now that Axl had mentioned it, although Echo didn’t want to admit it, part of her actually enjoyed being tickled by the young gunslinger the previous day as well. She realized that she shared the same enjoyment of being tickled just like Axl. Given that he had revealed his secret to the blue-haired Huntress, and it was just the two of them alone in Axl’s dorm, Echo decided to reveal HER secret as well.

“Um… Gonna be honest, Axl…” Echo started, already feeling a blush creeping up on her cheeks. “Now that you mention it, I…” Her words trailed off, hesitating to continue her sentence, before resuming. “I actually kinda… LIKED it when you tickled me yesterday…” She muttered the last part of her sentence, turning her head away from Axl.

Axl’s eyes widened with shock. “Wait, really?” He was completely caught off-guard that Echo, a Reploid who had a personality completely opposite to him, shared his interest in being tickled.

Echo hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yeah…” She mumbled, before taking a deep breath, and speaking again in normal volume. “But don’t tell anyone else about that. Please.”

“Well, if that makes you feel better, I won’t tell anyone.” Axl smiled, before he remembered something. “Oh, and, uhh, could you give me my boots back, please?”

“Oh, sure.” Echo bent down and picked up Axl’s boots that had been discarded earlier, and placed them on the table next to him. “Here.”

“Thanks!” Axl chirped, before proceeding to place his boots back on. He had to admit, it felt nice for his feet to be put back in the warmth and comfort of his own boots again, especially since they had been tickled excessively. After putting them back on, he noticed rays of light coming in through the nearby window, and he looked out to see that the sun was rising. “Oh, morning already? Jeez, Echo, how long have you been tickling me for?”

“I actually went to bed and woke up about an hour before the sun would rise before I got here.” Echo replied, smiling cleverly. “So, I’d say I’ve tickled you for… at least a full hour.”

“Oh, wow. And yesterday I tickled you for, like, a few minutes!” Axl commented.

“Heh, true. Anyway, I should probably head back to my dorm in case X or any of the others come to check up on me. Plus, I need to get ready for the day, too. You should probably do the same, Axl.”

“Yeah, I was gonna say. And my hair is a mess, too.” Axl stroked his fingers through his spiky hair for emphasis- there were tangles visible in his hair. Part of it was from tossing and turning while he was sleeping in his capsule, and from thrashing about while he was tied to the table and tickled.

Echo chuckled, giving Axl more pats on the head, who purred once more in response like a cat. “You’re funny, you know that?”

Axl giggled, before suddenly pulling Echo into a hug, giving her a noogie. “C’mere, you!”

Echo was caught off-guard, and blushed in both surprise and embarrassment. She tried pulling away initially, but in the end, she decided to let Axl show his affection. She couldn’t help but smile from how affectionate the new-gen was being with her. After a few moments, Axl decided to release the older Reploid.

Upon letting go of Echo, Axl noticed the smile on her face, and he grinned. “Oh, THERE’S that smile again!”

“Oh, shut it, you goofball.” Echo mumbled grumpily, though she was still smiling. “Anyway, I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm now. But first I need to bring the table and rope back to one of the storage units in the basement.”

“Huh? What table?” Axl asked, before looking down. “Oh! THIS table! Is this what you tied me to?”

“Yep. I was originally considering tying you to your capsule, but that would’ve been too hard to do, so I resorted to using a foldable table instead. Now, uhh, could you climb down from it, please?”

“Oh, sure thing, Echo!” Axl spoke, getting down from the table and letting Echo fold it up and hoist it up in her arms, and carry the rope around her shoulders. “You need help carrying that table? ‘Cause it looks pretty heavy.”

“I can manage carrying it myself, thanks.” Echo responded, some strain in her voice, but she nonetheless made her way to the door, opening it to leave and carry the table and rope back to the basement. Before the Huntress could leave, though, she stopped at the doorway, and looked back at Axl, propping the table against the wall. “Oh, Axl?”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Um…” Echo paused, trying to think of what to say before she continued. “Thanks for trying to help me cheer up yesterday. I know it might sound like I’m lying because of how annoyed I was with you, but… I’m genuinely glad that you care about me and tried to help me smile more.” She managed a small smile. Not a forced one, but a genuine one.

Axl was surprised, yet flattered by the blue-haired Huntress’s response, and the blush returned to his cheeks. Despite this, he grinned gladly. “Aww, no need to thank me, Echo. And, I know this might sound weird, but… does that mean you won’t mind if I ever tickle you again?”

Echo was perplexed by the young gunslinger’s question. She thought about it for a moment, wondering if it would be alright to let Axl tickle her again, before answering. “Hm… Maybe. I suppose I can let you tickle me again, but on one condition. Don’t do it while I’m working. Got it?”

Axl nodded eagerly. “Sounds good to me! Oh, and, you aren’t gonna tie me up again while I sleep later tonight, will you?”

“No, not this time.” Echo replied. “Unless you WANT to be tickled again.” Axl snorted and laughed sheepishly in response.

“Well, I’m gonna take the table and rope back to the basement and head back to my dorm now. So, I’ll see you later, Axl.” Echo spoke, smirking affectionately, picking the table back up.

“See ya, Echo!” Axl waved goodbye to Echo as she walked out the door, which closed behind her, leaving the gunslinger alone once more to get ready for the day.

As Echo was walking to the basement, carrying the table and rope, she found herself wondering what would be in store the next time she and Axl would tickle each other. Would they use just their fingers next time, or maybe, just maybe, tools of sorts could be involved? The very thought alone made the Huntress blush, but perhaps using tools COULD make things more interesting instead of just using fingers, especially given that Echo had managed to turn Axl into putty in her hands so easily when tickling him not too long ago. She could use countless tools to draw out laughter from the young gunslinger for as long as she wanted (provided she doesn’t go too far so he doesn’t pass out), and Axl could do the same to her. Both Reploids would get enjoyment out of it, as they shared an interest in being tickled, so it would be a win-win situation for the both of them.

But for now, only time will tell. Echo can only wait to see what Axl will do the next time he tickles her, not that she would mind (so long as he doesn’t interrupt her work doing so). After all, they were both good friends, and they would do anything to make each other happy, no matter what.

[so-um-brasileiro]

Meus pais: Você fazer um esporte abre mts portas!!1!1!!11!

Eu: Eu gosto de artes marciais e luta de espadas :D Eu estaria disposto a tentar

Meus pais, após eu sair da sala: Entra por um ouvido e sai pelo outro falar do esporte

Eu: ????????

[rocknbolan]

Rock Recap 6-30

Les Claypool from Primus doesn't like spiders and would like to not touch them. But, is not afraid to leave said spider on Ler's bas guitar.

The votes are in, Axl (of GnR) and Baz (Skid Row)'s daughter Sadie is theeeee cutest.

Michael from Hanoi Rocks has discovered a rock solid way of telling the time when it's late at night.

Jon Bon Jovi has returned to us!

Junior over there breaking drumsticks in the Megadeth house.

Jason from Metallica has a poll up asking what to name a cat. Cannibalism is in first place, with Burnt Soup in second place. (6 days left to vote!)

Lars from Metallica is... I mean.. he's... just go look at his blog. It's hard to describe the glorious insanity that goes on over there. But apparently he's going into the soup.

Eric from Cinderella got a new bass! Not... not a fish. A bass. Yanno what. Nevermind.

Michael from Hanoi Rocks is finding wedding planning difficult. Valid!

Les Claypool @lessssclaaaayyyypool has joined the chat!

Ler Lalonde @lerrlalondee has joined the chat!

Jerry Cantrell @rottenedapples has joined the chat!

And now, the weather.

A freak storm began abruptly in The Beatles headquarters, sparked by a tattoo in a certain area. Strikethroughs as abundant as rain.

It's a sunny day in Axl (GnR) land, where the grass is green and the girls are irrelevant.

[tbthqs]

Meet The Rockstar

Todo baralho precisa de um coringa, algo imprevisível para manter as coisas interessantes. Além disso, você acredita que hierarquia é uma chatice, talvez por isso você sempre amou mais a anarquia, algo que obrigou seus pais a te enviarem para um estado diferente todos os anos do high school, e por um acaso do destino, você acabou em UCLA e permaneceu por lá, afinal, qual o melhor lugar para buscar o sucesso do que Los Angeles? Pra você sempre foi mais emocionante ver tudo queimar e ler sobre isso na manhã seguinte. Não é surpresa que agora que você cresceu, desempenha um papel importante na sociedade e, embora a maioria acredite que você virou uma nova página - não há como esconder quem você realmente é.

Connections

The Party Animal e The Rockstar já trabalharam juntos algumas vezes, mas não foi muito prazeroso

The Wanderer e The Rockstar tiveram um rolo em 2014.

The Rockstar e The Fallen One são donos de uma empresa juntos em 2024

Inspirações

AXL Rose, Madonna, Eddie Munson (Stranger Things), Rocket Racoon (MCU), Vanellope Van Schweetz (Detona Ralph), Dean Winchester (SPN) e Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House)

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

This is the complete list of characters I would have cameo at a Universal Animation assemblage similar to Once Upon a Studio.

Felix the Cat: Felix the Cat

Woody Woodpecker: Woody Woodpecker, Winnie Woodpecker

An American Tail: Fievel Mousekewitz, Tanya Mousekewitz, Papa Mousekewitz, Mama Mousekewitz, Yasha Mousekewitz, Tiger, Henri le pigeon, female pigeons, Tony Toponi, Bridget, Honest John, Gussie Mausheimer, Warren T. Cat, Digit, Maus Street Maulers, Cat R. Waul, TR Chula, the Cactus Cat Gang, Miss Kitty, Wylie Burp

Land Before Time: Littlefoot, Cera, Petrie, Ducky, Spike, Littlefoot's grandparents, Chomper

Opus 'n Bill: Opus, Bill the Cat, the ducks

We're Back!: A Dinosaur's Story: Rex, Elsa, Woog, Dweeb, Louie, Cecilia, Vorb, Stubbs, Captain Neweyes, Dr. Bleeb

Casper: Casper the Friendly Ghost, Stretch, Fatso, Stinky

Babe: Babe, Fly, Rex, Ferdinand, the mice

Balto: Balto, Jenna, Boris, Steele, Muk, Luk, Nikki, Kaltag, Star, Dixie, Sylvie, Rosy

Rocky & Bullwinkle: Rocket J. Squirrel, Bullwinkle J. Moose (in their 2D/CG 2000 looks), Fearless Leader, Boris Badenov, Natasha Femme-Fatale (in their 2D 2000 looks)

Curious George: Curious George, Ted the Man in the Yellow Hat, Maggie Dunlop

The Tale of Desperaux: Desperaux, his parents, Chiaroscuro "Roscuro", Chef Andre, Boldo

Despicable Me: Felonious Gru, Lucy Wilde, the Minions, Dr. Nefario, Margo, Agnes, Edith, Kyle, Vector, Mr. Perkins, Silas Ramsbottom, Eduardo Perez/El Macho, Antonio Perez, Scarlett Overkill, Herb Overkill, the Nelsons, Balthazar Bratt, Dru Gru, Marlena Gru, Fritz, Clive the Robot, the Vicious Six, Master Chow, Wild Knuckles' henchmen

Hop: EB, Easter Bunny, the Pink Berets, Carlos, Phil, bunnies, chicks

The Lorax: the Lorax, the Once-ler, Ted, Audrey, Mrs. Wiggins, Granny Norma, Aloysius O'Hare, O'Hare's bodyguards, Sy the Delivery Guy, the Hummingfish, the Swommee-Swans, the Barbaloots

The Secret Life of Pets: Max, Katie, Duke, Gidget, Snowball, Mel, Buddy, Pops, Tiberius, Rooster, Chuck, Liam, Daisy, Hu, Sergei, wolves

Sing: Buster Moon, Miss Crawley, Herman, Rosita, Norman, their piglets, Gunther, Johnny, Marcus, Stan, Barry, Ash, Lance, Becky, Eddie Noodleman, Nana Noodleman, Mr. and Mrs. Noodleman, Hobbes, Meena, her mother and grandparents, Mike, Nancy, Suki Lane, Porsha Crystal, Jimmy Crystal, Jerry, Nooshy, Darius, Klaus Kickenklober, Clay Calloway, the Q-Teez

The Grinch: the Grinch, Max, Fred, his mate and calf, Donna Who, Cindy-Lou Who, Bean, Buster, Bricklebaum, Mabel, Groopert, Axl, Izzy, Ozzy

Super Mario Bros.: Mario, Luigi, Princess Peach, Toad, Bowser Koopa, Donkey Kong, Cranky Kong, Kamek, penguins, Giuseppe

Migration: the duck family, Delroy, Pigeon, Erin

Characters I'm unsure would make the assemblage:

The Veggies of VeggieTales

The Jetsons, Mr. Spacely and anyone involved in Jetsons the Movie

And for real-life people:

Steven Spielberg, David Kirschner, George Miller, and Chris Meledandri as themselves.

What do you think?

[shield-o-futuro]

Connor e Love vocês sabem ler runas nórdicas?

Connor: Sou familiarizado com runas nórdicas, mas não sou nem de longe um especialista nisso. Os outros, Axl, Astrid, Lorraine e até minha irmã, são bem melhores nisso do que eu.

Love: Aprendi porque estava entediada e acabou que me interessei pelo assunto, então eu estudei bastante sobre isso. Runas são bem interessantes e eu gosto de poder entende-las.

[draconicmusic20]

Thought I’d share a few tickling headcanons for Zero, X and Axl:

Zero

Since Zero tends to keep a stoic and professional demeanor most of the time, he absolutely REFUSES to tell anyone that he’s ticklish (except to his friends, of course), as it’s pretty embarrassing for him.

While being tickled, Zero tries his absolute hardest not to laugh, as grinning like a fool would shatter his stoic demeanor. Though this usually fails and he always ends up cracking every time. It gets even harder for him when the ‘Ler (tickler) teases him by telling him not to laugh.

The longest time Zero can hold in his laughter is about a couple of minutes, though it really depends on where he’s being tickled.

The WORST spots for Zero to be tickled are his pecs and belly.

Although Zero doesn’t blush often, he turns into an absolute blushing mess if he’s tickled, especially on his belly or pecs.

He tends to be more of a playful and teasing ‘Ler (if he’s feeling particularly impish, that is).

Axl

Like Zero, Axl is a confident, playful and teasing type of ‘Ler, and he’ll take EVERY opportunity to tease the ticklee to fluster them even more or make them laugh harder.

Axl tends to be tactical when it comes to being a ‘Ler, prodding around the ticklee’s body to find their worst tickle spots.

As a ‘Lee (ticklee), however, he becomes a completely flustered mess, blushing from ear to ear, especially when the ‘Ler is wiggling their fingers toward him, or if he’s blindfolded while being tickled.

If Axl is laughing hard enough, his voice rises up by several octaves, which only makes him sound even cuter (much to his dismay).

Although he refuses to admit it, he actually really likes being tickled (almost as much as when he’s tickling someone else).

His WORST tickle spots are his belly and the balls of his feet. Just one simple poke at either of those areas will send him into fits of giggling.

Aside from his belly and feet, Axl is also especially ticklish around his ribs. Just having one of his ribs tweaked is enough to send him howling with laughter.

Being tickled by someone’s fingers is one thing, but Axl is particularly weak to feathers (especially if the ‘Ler is sweeping it up and down his belly/ribs). Polisher buffers and brushes are effective as well.

Axl is VERY easy to tease while being the ticklee. Just saying teasing words to him or poking any one of his most ticklish spots are enough to instantly turn him into a blushing mess.

His laughter sounds almost sounds like a hyena cackling.

It’s not unusual for Axl to have tears running down his face after laughing so hard for a few minutes.

X

X is arguably the most susceptible to being tickled. It doesn’t help that he sounds absolutely adorable while being tickled as well (not that it’s a bad thing).

X’s hands are so masculine yet so gentle, that they could be a ticklee’s dream or worst nightmare.

Being a ‘Ler is rare for X, but when he is, he‘s very playful, but also tries his best to be somewhat gentle with the ticklee so as to not make them pass out or hurt them. Though, sometimes he may go a bit overboard if he’s feeling REALLY impish.

Like Axl, X becomes easily flustered as the ticklee. It usually doesn’t take very long for him to start blushing.

He’s VERY easy to tease, whether physically or verbally.

The most ticklish part on X’s body is his belly, which is actually even MORE sensitive than Zero or Axl’s. His pecs and feet are also particularly sensitive, too.

Because his belly is so sensitive, he’s easily sent laughing his butt off if his tummy is tickled with even just a single feather.

There have been times where X has been tickled by Zero or Axl, whether for playful revenge, to cheer him up, or if they’re feeling impish.

Despite what he may say, X actually likes being tickled.

Also similarly to Axl, it’s common for X to have tears running down his face if he’s laughing hard enough.

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Ghoulish Trap

Thought I’d share this Mega Man X/Pokémon tickling crossover story I originally posted to DeviantArt and Archive of Our Own. This fic was actually partially inspired by an RP I had with someone in notes over on DA and some fanfiction I read on a different site. Basically what’s going on in this story is Axl becomes trapped within a Cofagrigus when he enters a seemingly haunted mansion, and is tickled to high hell. This fic is going to be rather lengthy, so you might want to buckle up before reading. With all that being said, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is a SFW tickling story, and this is a SFW tickling-themed blog. NSFW are more than welcome to read, but I prefer you do not reblog this story if you are primarily a NSFW/kink-themed blog. Thank you.

Summary: Axl overhears some local human kids about a mansion that's supposedly haunted with ghosts. The young gunslinger believes he has nothing to fear as ghosts aren't real, but he's unaware of what truly lies waiting for him inside the building, and Axl soon experiences what may be his biggest scare in his life.

Fandom(s): Mega Man, Pokémon

Characters: Axl, Cofagrigus, Honchkrow

Words: 7369

Potential Warning(s): Non-con themes (unwilling lee), cruel ler, mild/SFW bondage, overstimulation

Axl had been to some rather unsettling places before. It was nothing new to him, especially during his early days in Red Alert. After all, Maverick Hunters were expected to arrive at locations they were assigned to go to, no matter what, or where it was.

Caves, abandoned hospitals, swamps in the dead of night, pretty much anywhere that a person could consider creepy.

But the place in particular Axl was investigating was rather unusual. Someplace that a Maverick Hunter has rarely strayed into.

A mansion.

Normally, one wouldn’t be phased at the idea of exploring a typical mansion, but you would be forgiven for not realizing this was not the case.

Because this mansion was haunted.

At least, that’s what others have said. Throughout the past several weeks, rumors regarding a mansion that was allegedly haunted spread throughout multiple people, a majority of them being humans and only a few of them being Reploids.

Axl was one of those Reploids that happened to get word of the rumors. While he was out for a walk during a relatively warm, summer night, he came across a group of human kids, some of them teenagers (not much older than he is) conversing about some sort of mansion.

Axl remembered what the kids had told him when he asked what they were talking about. What perplexed him (but also piqued his interest), however, was that they mentioned ghosts infested the mansion.

“I’m telling you, there are literal ghosts in that place!” One of the kids cried.

“Yeah! There’s all sorts of creepy stuff in there! We wanted to check it out, but we were all too scared, even me!” A little girl spoke, no older than the first kid.

“And worst of all, I’ve heard there was something else in one of the rooms in the mansion.” One of the teenagers said, the oldest of the other kids. “It’s some kind of sarcophagus, but it’s dark and hard to see, though it has glowing red eyes with a creepy smile.”

Admittedly, Axl was a little unsettled by the teenager’s description of that alleged sarcophagus… But he ultimately shrugged it off. After all, it was just a rumor, right…?

But the kids were insistent that everything about the mansion was true. “But it’s true!” One of the older kids spoke, this one female.

At that point, Axl decided to go and investigate the building himself to see for himself if the rumors really are true. The kids advised him not to go, but he reassured them that he would be fine. Plus, he didn’t believe in ghosts, so why should he be scared?

But little did the new-gen know, his visit to the mansion would prove to be the complete opposite, and he would experience the ride of his life that would rattle his mind…

Fast forward to now, and here Axl was, standing right outside the mansion, in the middle of a lifeless graveyard.

Axl shivered slightly, not just from the cold blow of the wind, but also from how creepy overall the mansion looked. The entire building was decrepit, and looked abandoned. It seemed to have not been inhabited by anyone for years.

The young gunslinger gulped nervously. But he had to be brave. He came here for a reason, after all. Taking a moment to psyche himself up and arm his pistols, he slowly approached the door leading into the mansion. With brief hesitation, Axl reached a hand out to one of the handles on the door, and pulled it open. He swallowed nervously again before walking inside past the door.

Once he was inside, he closed the door behind him, leaving Axl in the eerie atmosphere of the mansion.

To his surprise, the interior of the mansion bared no resemblance to its exterior. Instead of being decrepit and worn down, it was much more organized and clean, and almost resembled something that would be seen at a hotel, albeit much more dim and dark in terms of lighting and decorations. The halls were barely lit, only illuminated by torches lit with what appeared to be… purple flames?

Axl took a closer look at the torches, squinting to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He found it odd that the flames were purple instead of the usual reddish-orange glow it emanates. He didn’t know why, but something about them seemed almost… spectral.

Axl decided to shrug it off, believing he was overthinking things. He knew ghosts weren’t real, and those kids’ imaginations were likely running wild. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel he was being watched.

Why was he feeling this way? No one else was in the mansion, so who or what would be stalking him?

Axl shook his head, trying to focus. He came to this mansion to search for so-called “ghosts”.

The gunslinger walked down the hallway of the mansion. Nothing in particular caught his eye, aside from some torn drapes and the carpet he was walking on currently, which was colored a deep purple decorated with dull, golden patterns.

Man, this place gives me the creeps… Axl thought as he walked down the hallway. He had to admit though, the inside of the mansion was well-decorated, though someone should really replace those old drapes and the various other objects and decorations that had been slowly rotting away for several years.

Axl spent the next couple of minutes exploring the halls, watching his surroundings carefully to make sure no one was there to startle him out of the blue, until he stopped at a door on the left side of the hallway.

The new-gen turned to face the door. It looked rustic, like any typical human household would have. But what caught his eye was the handle- it was attached to what looked like a decorative gargoyle’s head. The handle hung from its mouth, and was golden in color, much like the patterns on the carpet laid out along the hallway floor. Axl reached toward the handle, grabbing hold of it and pulling the door open.

“Well, here goes nothing…” Axl said to himself, swallowing nervously, before going in.

As soon as he entered the room, however, Axl jumped and made a startled yelp when the door closed shut on its own behind him. What was that about…? He didn’t even attempt to close it by himself.

Okay, THAT was weird… Axl thought, a bit freaked out. But surely THAT couldn’t have been caused by ghosts… At least, that’s what he told himself.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Axl took a good look at the room presented before him. It seemed to be a medium-sized living room, with two couches in the middle and a table in between them. There was a fireplace against the wall not too far from the couches and table, and at the corner of the room was an old grandfather clock, which was still functioning, ticking softly with each second. The walls were decorated with colors very similar to the carpet in the hallway, being primarily deep purple mixed with golden patterns.

When Axl examined the walls, though, he found something odd- attached to the right wall was a stone shelf or perch, and on top of it sat a large bird, sleeping with its wings tucked in and its head snuggling into its feathered chest. The odd part was that it didn’t look any bird he had seen before. It was large, with dark blue feathers and red accents, and a hefty chest bulging with white plumage. The weirdest feature of the bird, however, was the crest on its head. It looked a lot like some kind of fedora. It was a Honchkrow.

The Honchkrow’s coloring looked rather organic that Axl couldn’t tell if it was really alive or just a statue that happened to be lifelike. Nonetheless, the new-gen decided to ignore it, for now.

Axl cautiously wandered and searched around the room, anticipating for something to come out and scare him. Even though he had his pistols armed at the moment, that did nothing to quell his lingering sense of dread. The reasonable part of him was telling him to leave, but he couldn’t. He was too focused on searching for ghosts.

As he looked in every nook and cranny within the living room, Axl noticed something in the corner of his eye. Turning around swiftly, he aimed his pistols, only to be caught off-guard by what he saw.

Two red orbs floated near the left wall, pure black dots in the centers. Underneath the orbs was a massive, toothy grin.

I don’t remember seeing THAT when I came in here… Axl thought, unnerved at the sight of the red orbs and grin. But he wanted to remain brave. Continuing to point his pistols at the strange objects, the young gunslinger put on a brave face. “I don’t know who or what you are, but I’ll be glad to take you out!”

Axl waited for a response, but nothing happened. It was just dead silence, aside from the ticking from the clock in the corner.

Tilting his head in confusion, Axl lowered his pistols and walked closer toward the mysterious orbs and grinning mouth. For some reason, a part of him felt like he was being baited into a trap… But he disregarded it.

Axl continued looking at the floating objects. He waited for a response like before, but again, nothing came out. It stayed like this for about a minute that Axl found himself wondering if the orbs and grin were just decorations and not some ghost in disguise.

“You.”

Axl jumped, a cry of fright escaping his lips when he was startled by a voice. It sounded like it was coming from behind him. Turning around, he expected to see someone behind him, but there was no one there. In his peripheral vision, however, he noticed something about the stone perch.

The Honchkrow that was resting atop it was missing.

Axl wondered where the Honchkrow had gone, until he heard the same voice from just before clear their throat. The young gunslinger looked down, and what he saw shocked him- it was the same Honchkrow, having flown down from its perch to Axl’s feet.

The new-gen’s suspicions were confirmed- the Honchkrow was very much alive, and not some statue. But was confused him was how he didn’t hear it flying down from its perch. Did it somehow remain quiet during flight?

“What are you? And… why are you staring at me like that?” Axl asked the creature.

“I am Honchkrow. I see you have found this mansion.” The Honchkrow rumbled in a deep voice. He didn’t sound hostile, but not too enthusiastic either. He was probably the monotone and somewhat gruff type.

“Yeah, I came here when some humans told me about this place.” Axl replied. “They said something about ghosts living here, but you’re the only other person in this mansion, and you’re not a ghost, right?”

The Honchkrow nodded solemnly. “True. I am not among those who are the living spirits of this world. But I would not say the same for my Master…”

Axl was perplexed. “Your Master?” Who’s-“

Before Axl could finish, he heard a deep, unnerving chuckle coming from behind him. He turned around to see the same floating orbs and grin from before.

Axl was becoming nervous. There’s no way that chuckle came from-

Something suddenly burst from the darkness. The dim lighting of the room made it difficult for Axl to detect any movement, only making out the movement cutting through the air. Before he could react, something grabbed him and pinned his arms to his sides, causing him to drop his pistols.

“What the hell?! What’s going on?!” Axl cried, kicking his legs and squirming as fiercely as he could in the grip of whatever grabbed hold of him as he was lifted off the ground slightly.

Whatever held him carried him closer to the floating red orbs and grin. Axl suddenly remembered the words of the kids from earlier- glowing red eyes, and a wide, creepy smile. His heart began to pound, and found himself struggling to break free of the creature’s grip.

“Aargh! Let me go! W-Who are you?!”

“Why, I am the keeper of this mansion, child.”

A flash of light emanated from the being’s body, causing Axl to shut his eyes from the sudden shift from darkness to light. Once the flash faded, the entire room was bathed in a soft, eerie light. It was then Axl could finally see his captor.

The creature’s body was glimmering gold, and their structure resembled that of a sarcophagus.

Axl’s heart sank. He recalled the human teenager’s words about a sarcophagus resting within the mansion. It was no doubt a Cofagrigus.

“Y-You’re the… you’re the sarcophagus those humans were talking about!” Axl said in disbelief, trembling in fear.

Cofagrigus chuckled. “Fwohoho. That is correct, child. And YOU are the first person to be brave enough to step foot into this mansion. What might your name be?”

“I-It’s Axl… I… I came here to find out if there were really any ghosts here! And, how are you alive?! You’re just a sarcophagus!”

Cofagrigus laughed softly. “You see, young one, I am a ghost. And we ghost Pokémon are capable of many things.”

Axl’s irises shrank and his blood ran cold when he heard Cofagrigus say “ghost”. So there really WERE ghosts living in this mansion…!

“B-But how?! Ghosts aren’t real! They’re just horror story stuff!” Axl was in denial. He didn’t want to believe it, but deep down, he knew it was all too real. This sarcophagus was a phantom, and he had fallen into his trap.

Cofagrigus snickered at Axl’s response. “Oh, Axl… It is true that ghosts are in many terrifying tales. But they are very real. You just didn’t know we exist as we live in secluded places, where the eyes of humanity never reach us…”

“Please, l-let me go!” Axl shouted, starting to struggle in Cofagrigus’ grip again.

“And why would I do that? We have only just met. It would be rude for you to leave now. I will make you scream like never before.”

“S-Scream?! W-What’re you talking about?!”

“It will be the scariest form of torment for such a helpless victim like you, Axl.”

A pop sounded throughout the room, followed by loud, slow creaking. Axl’s eyes widened with fear as Cofagrigus’ shell opened. Strangely, no internal organs or fluids filled him- only a mass of black and purple spectral mist pulsates within. Without any warning, Cofagrigus began to pull Axl into his body.

Axl screamed with fright. He tried grabbing onto the rim of Cofagrigus’ shell to pull himself out and prevent himself from being dragged in, but the phantom was just too strong.

With a rough, final tug, Cofagrigus swiftly pulled Axl into his body before the latter could scream again, and his shell closed silently, sealing the young gunslinger in complete darkness.

As soon as Axl was sealed within Cofagrigus, he began panicking, and the gems on his forehead and chest began glowing to illuminate the inside of Cofagrigus a little. His first action was to bang his fists fiercely against the inside of the opening of the phantom Pokémon’s shell.

“L-LET ME OUT! YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME IN HERE!” Axl yelled, banging his fists as hard as he could against the insides of the coffin.

Although it was a bit muffled, Axl could hear Cofagrigus laughing softly from outside. “It seems you are quite the fighter. But I know how to remedy that…”

As Axl kept banging his fists against the coffin’s interior, he felt his arms being lifted over his head by the spectral mist. To his horror, bandages resembling those used by mummies in Ancient Egypt materialized from the mist, and they wrapped around his arms and ankles to prevent him from struggling.

The new-gen was greatly disheartened, and his dread grew even more. He was left virtually defenseless, especially since he no longer had his pistols with him as he dropped them earlier.

“There. Now you will have no room to squirm.” Cofagrigus rumbled in satisfaction.

“PLEASE! LET ME OUT! I DON’T WANNA BE TRAPPED IN HERE!” Axl shouted in fear, trying to kick his knees against the inside of the coffin despite his legs being bound along with his arms.

“And why would I want to do that?” Cofagrigus bellowed. “The fun is only just beginning…!”

After Cofagrigus spoke those words, Axl anticipated great pain, and closed his eyes tightly, realizing his chances of escaping were slim. Whimpering, he could only brace for what his captor would do to him soon…

But what he felt a few moments later wasn’t pain. Instead, it felt like something skittering over his abdomen. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt. The sensation was almost… tingly.

Axl froze and tensed up from the sensation, and felt an ominous bubble of laughter rising up his throat. He recognized the sensation all too well. Trembling, he looked down, and saw what was causing the sensation.

Ten inky, spectral, black and purple fingertips were skittering over Axl’s belly. Their semi-pointy tips danced lightly over the synthetic skin, tickling.

Tickling. It dawned on Axl what Cofagrigus was trying to do to him. No, this couldn’t be happening…!

Axl stifled a giggle by biting down on his tongue. He couldn’t give what his captor wanted, and he feared letting himself break would only result in him suffering more.

“S-Stop…!” Axl pleaded through his teeth, his voice trembling slightly with giggles. Cofagrigus heard this, knowing full well that the young gunslinger was ticklish by now, but he wasn’t cracking… yet.

“It seems you are too shy to laugh… But I can help with that.” Cofagrigus had no intention on giving up.

As Axl continued to fight against the spectral claws dancing over his tummy, two more spectral claws emerged from the mist, and they targeted his sides. The new-gen shivered from the added sensation of his sides being tickled coupled with his stomach. To add insult to injury, one of the claws tickling his belly even moved to teasing his navel by circling around it, occasionally wiggling a finger over and inside the sensitive hollow.

A ticklish squeak elicited from Axl’s throat as he tensed up briefly from his navel being tickled. His navel happened to be one of his weak spots, and having it teased was unbearable. Worse, he could feel his face beginning to redden with embarrassment, and his lips gradually formed into a ticklish grin.

But Axl still tried to keep himself together and not let himself crack. He tried not to think about the claws tickling his belly, sides and navel, but no matter what he did, they always seemed to tug at his mind, slowly bringing him closer to cracking.

Not satisfied with simply tickling Axl’s belly, sides and navel, Cofagrigus decided to change tactics. The spectral claws scribbling over his sides began squeezing the soft muscles within them. The sensation caused Axl to jolt and quiver, and his resistance was continuing to ebb away with each passing moment.

Axl wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself together. The tickling was becoming unbearable, and a few giggles rumbled from his quivering chest. He had to get out, he HAD to, or else the Cofagrigus might go all-in on him.

Axl jolted again when he felt something along his back. Another spectral hand was tickling the small of his back with a single claw. This wouldn’t be as bad as the other parts of him being tickled, if not for the fact the small of his back was another one of his weak spots.

“Laugh for me, Axl… Let me hear your helpless, adorable chortling…” Cofagrigus teased, knowing the Reploid trapped inside of him would soon crack…

Cofagrigus’ teasing rang in his ears. At this point, Axl’s blush had grown much deeper, and more giggles rumbled from his between his clenched teeth. The tickling is getting too much for him, as indicated by a couple of tears of hilarity falling down his cheeks.

Eventually, the last thread of his composure was dangerously close to being plucked apart. As much as Axl tried desperately to fight it, the ticklish signals being sent to his brain was quickly becoming overwhelming.

Within just a few seconds later, the last thread of his composure snapped, and fresh peals of laughter poured out of the new-gen’s mouth.

“Hehehehehahahahahaha!” Axl chortled, the dam of his resistance having finally broken. “Stahahap! Lehe-Let me out!”

“I told you I would make you scream.” Cofagrigus replied, laughing softly and darkly. “And I’m sure you will be left shrieking once I am done with you.”

Forcing out more laughter and chortles as Cofagrigus’ fingers toyed with him, Axl shook his head and squirmed. As unlikely as it was, a part of him was hoping that his captor was just messing with him. Surely he didn’t plan on tickling him and keeping him trapped within him forever?

“Gehehehehahahaha!” Axl cried as his sides were kneaded by Cofagrigus. “Stahap! I-I’m too ticklish!”

“Aww, are you not feeling the slightest bit frightened? Think about it. You are trapped within me, and I can keep you and tickle you for the whole night if I want.”

The reality of the situation began to sink in on Axl as the spectral claws tickled his tummy, sides, navel and back. Nobody but the kids knew he was in the mansion, and they were too terrified to enter the building themselves. It was becoming apparent that Cofagrigus was not just playing around with him. He could only hope someone else would come into the mansion and hear his cries and rescue him.

“Hehehehelp! Somebody! Hahahahahaha!” Axl yelled, hoping someone, anyone, would hear him.

Still massaging his fingers into the new-gen’s belly, sides, navel and back, Cofagrigus chuckled. “Do you truly think anyone will hear you from inside this room, let alone inside ME? Think again…”

Another pair of spectral claws emerged from the mist below Axl, targeting his inner thighs and scribbling over the sensitive flesh.

Laughter gushed from his mouth. Each scribble and prod across his inner thighs sent ticklish spasms through Axl’s frame. The claws made sure to spread his thighs apart so they had easy access to the sensitive inner spots. The tickles rendered Axl breathless.

“Ahahahahaha! Hahaha-Stahap! I can’t tahahahahake it anymohohohohore!”

The young gunslinger was not used to being tickled this excessively, and he was laughing uncontrollably. It only made him feel more vulnerable. While it wasn’t painful, which gave Axl a small sense of comfort, it still filled his mind with panic. He desperately wanted it to stop. The ticklish sensation was jarring, intense, unbearable and overwhelming, but that was nothing compared to how embarrassing it was for him to be tickled senseless.

Cofagrigus decided to change tactics again after about half an hour had passed. Adjusting the hands currently tickling Axl’s twitching stomach, he squeezed at it. His thumbs wiggled at the front and around his navel, while the rest of his fingers dipped into the sides of his tummy. This forced Axl into a flurry of squealing and yawping.

“Wahahahahehehehehaha! Nahaha-Nohohohoho!” He cried, trying to twist his body away from the claws to avoid them.

It was ultimately a vain effort. There was simply not much space for Axl to move, and the mist filled almost the entire interior of Cofagrigus, anyway.

“Bwahahahaha! Ahahahaw-stop! Plehehease! I-It’s too muhuhuhuch!”

To Axl’s surprise, the tickling actually stopped. Cofagrigus withdrew his hands from him, and the former used this opportunity to take in several deep breaths. The tickling left his nerves tingling and quivering.

“W… What was that about…?!” Axl gasped.

“Do not think we’re finished yet.”

“W-Wha-?!”

Cofagrigus raised a spectral claw and teasingly scratched under Axl’s chin, making him giggle faintly. “I am merely letting you catch your breath. You will need plenty of it if I’m going to get more laughter out of you. And I intend on getting much, much more of it before we are done, or until the night ends…”

Those words made Axl freeze up. Ghostly hands drifted in front of him, threatening him with wiggling fingers, a terrified look crossing his face. He thought it was over, but it was nothing more than a false hope. Squirming, he tried to crane backwards to put distance between himself and the claws.

“N-No, please! Y-You can’t do this!”

“Tell me, Axl… Are you ticklish… here?”

“Wait, no! Not thehehe-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEEE AHAHAHAHAHA!”

Cofagrigus’ claws phased through Axl’s chest plate thanks to their ethereal nature, and he felt wiggling fingers poking into his ribs.

Axl threw his head back, his laughter a much higher volume than it was before and rising up several octaves. “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHO NOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Being tickled on his ribs proved to be even worse than his belly, sides, navel, inner thighs or back. The nerves in his thorax were extremely sensitive, possibly even more than what could be considered normal for a Reploid or human. Axl didn’t know why, but it was something about him he always had ever since he was built. Each stroke from Cofagrigus’ devious fingers on his ribs forced guffaws and cackles from his vocal cords. The more he tickled, the more hysterical his laughter became. It wasn’t long until his hysterical laughter turned into belly laughs.

Poking into the hypersensitive artificial bones, the claws carefully wormed around. To Axl’s dismay, the worst part was just how gentle Cofagrigus was. It didn’t hurt a single bit. He would’ve preferred anything, even a little pain, to disrupt the incessant tickling. But Axl didn’t have that kind of comfort. Instead, he suffered a light but constant barrage of tickles. His ribs were so ticklish that even a light touch would send him into a fit of cackling and convulsing.

“BAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!” Axl squawked, the assault from the tickling forcing his body to jerk and thrash.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Cofagrigus cooed. “Isn’t it terrifying? Losing control of your body, that is.”

Cofagrigus pressed the pads of his fingertips against the poor Reploid’s ribs, dragging them around in a slow circle. After circling around, he repeated the process, but this time he delivered quick scratches randomly. The random movement of Cofagrigus’ claws scratching over his ribs spooked Axl each time, and only further increased his anxiety, spitting out peals of cackling which were followed by full-on howling.

Axl cried out for help as tears welled up in his eyes, falling down his flushed cheeks. It was difficult to get any words out due to how hard he was laughing. But no matter how loud he cried, nobody came. Given he was the only person in the mansion aside from the Cofagrigus and the Honchkrow, and no one else dared to go inside, Axl knew no one would be showing up help free him. The very thought alone filled him with dread, worsening his already-growing anxiety.

“Tickling you with my own hands is already entertaining enough, but I’m curious about how you can stand against feathers…” Cofagrigus rumbled. He retracted his spectral hands away from the Reploid trapped within him, and turned his attention to the Honchkrow, who had been watching the whole thing. “My dear, would you give me some of your feathers?”

“Ungh… Wha-What…?” Axl coughed, disoriented. What was that about feathers…?

“Yes, Master.” Honchkrow replied, again in a monotone voice. Oddly, his voice almost sounded like he was possessed. Without saying anything further, he plucked a few feathers from one of his own wings.

“Thank you, my dear.” Cofagrigus said, opening his body just a couple of inches to reach a ghostly hand out toward Honchkrow, who was holding the feathers in his beak, taking the plumage from him. As this was happening, Axl could see a slit of light through the darkness he was trapped in. Was Cofagrigus letting him go…?

Unfortunately, that was proven not to be the case, because once Cofagrigus pulled his hand holding the feathers back into his body, he closed his shell again. Axl watched with dismay as the slit of light vanished. No, he could’ve used this opportunity to escape, but his limbs were still bound!

“Oh, Axl…” Cofagrigus began, his voice echoing in the new-gen’s ears. “Heads up~”

A squeak escaped Axl’s lips. He felt something flicking over his belly. Then twice. Alarmed, he looked down, and saw that Cofagrigus was flicking the tip of a feather up and down his stomach. More giggles gurgled in his throat when the plumage lashed over his belly a few more times. It was very light tickling, but his nerves were still tingling from the earlier tickling, not to mention the fact that his anxiety heightened his sensitivity. His nerves stood on end in spite of the feather, quivering. Axl only felt more helpless than he did before.

Cofagrigus slowly dragged the feather all over and around his torso, over his stomach, navel, and sides. Even the gentle kiss of the feather was enough to draw a few helpless giggles from the young gunslinger. He tried holding his breath, only to crack under the treatment of the feather.

“Nehehehehahahahaha! Stahahap, plehehease! Stahahahahahap!” Axl whined, a few more tears of hilarity falling down his cheeks, which have begun reddening with embarrassment again.

“You’re so incredibly ticklish, Axl… Just the flicking of a mere feather is all it takes for you to beg. But how will you deal with two MORE of them?”

As soon as Cofagrigus said those words, he pulled the feather away from Axl, and he gasped for breath. But that did nothing to quell the dread he felt from hearing what the sarcophagus Pokémon said to him. “N-No, no more feathers! Please!” He begged.

What Cofagrigus did next, however, completely blindsided him.

“But your armor needs to come off first. Well, some of it, at least.” As Cofagrigus finished his sentence, Axl felt something tugging at his chest plate, startling him and filling him with dread as the realization dawned on him.

Cofagrigus was prying off his chest plate.

Crying out in fear, Axl struggled against the ghost’s grasp, desperately trying to force him to let go of his chest plate that protected his thorax. But that proved to be in vain, because his chest plate was popped off a few moments later.

Once the new-gen’s chest plate was pried off, Cofagrigus opened his shell, and tossed the armor pieces aside onto the floor out of Axl’s reach. When that was done, his chest plate was shortly followed by his shoulder armor, which were similarly tossed aside onto the floor. Cofagrigus then closed again, once again sealing Axl in total darkness inside him.

Axl shivered when he felt the cold air of Cofagrigus’ interior wash over his exposed chest and shoulders. They were still covered by his bodysuit, but he knew it would do nothing for what Cofagrigus was going to do him next…

Axl’s eyes widened when he saw three spectral claws each holding feathers of their own, waving them tauntingly at him. Grinning widely, Cofagrigus went straight to the young gunslinger’s ribcage and stomach.

“AAIIIIIEEEEEEHEHEHAHAHAEEEE!!!”

With his thorax being so hypersensitive, Axl felt the tickling much more intensely there. His belly bounced with each cackle that gushed from him as the third spectral claw whisked a feather around his navel. Cofagrigus whisked two feathers in circles over Axl’s ribs, stopping for just a few seconds occasionally to wiggle them against the artificial bones. With his mind going into overdrive once more, the new-gen found the strength to squirm and thrash once more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA-OHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP! I-IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!”

“Fwohohoho… Have you not realized it yet, Axl? There is not a single thing you can do.” Cofagrigus said, his teeth flashing in a terrifying grin, even though Axl couldn’t see it. “You are all mine until I am finished with you, and you will stay trapped within me until I say so.”

“NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE! SOMEBODY! PLEHEHEHEASE! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Axl sobbed, tears falling from his eyes, which hurt slightly as he had a hard time closing them due to his crazed laughter. The feathers showed no signs of stopping on his ribs and belly, which made it much more agonizing for the poor Reploid.

The feather that had been tickling his belly previously found its way to Axl’s armpits, switching back and forth between both of them. While they were nowhere NEAR as sensitive as his belly or ribs, they still tickled to make him holler uncontrollably thanks to his sensitized nerves.

As for the other two feathers on his ribs, Cofagrigus occasionally used the quill end on one of them like he would a pen to scribble over Axl’s ribcage, poking them into each rib bone as the other feather continued swirling and dancing over his thorax. Such merciless scratching against his ribcage sent such a shock through his body that he jerked and thrashed violently.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

Cofagrigus made a booming, dark cackle as he listened to Axl’s hollering and felt him thrash and buck. He wasn’t going to let a single moment of this go to waste- he trapped the Reploid inside him for a reason. Another pair of spectral hands formed from the ghostly mist within him, jutting out to attack his belly, scratching through his bodysuit.

They tickled softly, at first. But they soon began to move toward Axl’s flanks, phasing through his pelvic armor. Cofagrigus took his hips between his thumbs and fingers to knead the muscles there. Feeling the rhythmic squeezing against such delicate spots on his body forced squeals and squawks from Axl.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO-STAHAHAP TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!”

Cofagrigus’ thumb dimpled against the soft flesh between the muscles of the new-gen’s hips and stomach, eliciting wheezes of laughter by slightly jiggling the skin there. He even turned his fingers to the back of his flanks to squeeze them as well.

Yet, Cofagrigus was clever enough not to stay in one area for too long. Keeping Axl’s nerves standing on end in anticipation, unable to tell when the ghost’s claws would attack them again, the claws kneading his hips retracted back, though the feathers tormenting his ribcage remained. Cofagrigus grinned sadistically as he subjected Axl’s belly to a barrage of pokes.

“AHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!” Axl wailed, his mind wracked with the combined sensation of his ribs being teased and his belly being poked repeatedly. Even though he had his bodysuit on, the thin, skin-tight fabric of the spandex material barely provided any protection against the claws for the young gunslinger.

Axl’s thorax never received a moment of mercy- not for a single second. The feathers shouldn’t have tickled as much, but his nerves were standing on end, anxious and hypersensitive. One feather licked over his ribs with its soft tip, while the other scribbled over them with its quill end. It caused him to quake and quiver with laughter. Having his hips, stomach, armpits stimulated kept him on edge, but the tickling on his thorax was what truly wrecked him, the severe and vicious torture making the Reploid’s frame react much more violently than anything he had felt before. Having a spot that was usually guarded felt like an arguably worse violation. And on top of it all, it made him laugh, howl, guffaw, and squawk. It made him shriek from laughing so hard to the point his voice was becoming hoarse. He laughed and laughed until his chest and stomach began to ache. Axl’s heart was pounding, adrenaline rushing through his body from the constant tickling, and his red, blushing cheeks were wet with a near-constant stream of tears.

After about a full hour of constant tickle torture, Cofagrigus decided to to send Axl into even deeper torment. Just when the latter thought he was at his limit, the ghost dropped the feathers, letting them float toward the ground, and plunged his fingers into the young gunslinger’s stomach, navel, sides, inner thighs, armpits, the small of his back, and, worst of all, his thorax, all at once.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!”

Axl’s body seized up so jarringly that tears actually flung from his eyes. As they fell to the bottom of Cofagrigus, the new-gen broke into complete hysterics, and laughed the hardest he ever had ever since he was first sealed inside the coffin, and quite possibly the hardest he had in his entire life. In fact, he was laughing so hard that he was no longer able to form coherent words. Any words that did come out of his mouth only came out as incoherent babbles. Despite his arms and legs being bound by the bandages, he fought with what energy he had left to break free and escape from his confines. Pure instinct forced him to do so, as he knew it was futile. Tears flowed endlessly down his deep red cheeks, and there was no way to escape the inky, cruel fingers dancing all over his body.

The young gunslinger’s laughter occasionally lapsed into silence, before starting up again as belly laughs. It was difficult for him to breathe as he could barely gasp for breath in between laughs that Axl’s lungs began to burn, desperate for air so his body would continue functioning, despite a part of him wanting to faint just so he wouldn’t have to feel the claws ravaging his weak spots anymore.

In fact, Axl was becoming so exhausted from the endless tickling that after several more minutes, he was actually beginning to feel lightheaded. He realized he was going to pass out. Part of him felt a small sense of relief that he wouldn’t have to suffer the tickle torture anymore, but he also felt frightened at that thought. He believed that if he passed out, he would only wake up inside Cofagrigus again, and be subjected to this humiliation once more…

But deep down, Axl knew it was pointless to fight against losing consciousness, despite the possibility of him waking up later still trapped within Cofagrigus. But there was still another possibility he would be let go. With that thought in mind, Axl’s laughter gradually lapsed into nothing but strained wheezing, and warnings began to fill his vision, warning him of sensory overload.

Axl’s vision slowly began to fade into darkness as his systems were beginning to shut down. All he could do, was pray that he would be out of this hellhole when he woke up…

Just before the new-gen passed out, however, Cofagrigus spoke.

“Ohoho, do you think I’m going to let you pass out? I told you, I would be finished with you when I say so, and I think now is the time.”

The door of Cofagrigus’ shell flew open, letting Axl collapse and faceplant onto the wooden floor. He groaned, disoriented, exhausted, and confused, drenched in sweat from his constant struggling and thrashing. He was on the verge of losing consciousness that he didn’t realize he was no longer sealed within Cofagrigus. As Axl tried to move, he realized the bandages wrapped around his arms and ankles had loosened, and he was able to move them freely again. Weakly using his arms to lift himself up, Axl looked around, and saw he was back in the living room.

He’s… letting me go…? Axl thought, his confusion quickly turning into relief at the realization he was finally free.

When Cofagrigus chuckled darkly, however, Axl slowly turned around and looked up to face the ghost, his eyes widening slightly with terror.

“Let this be a lesson to you, Axl. Don’t enter haunted mansions if you are not prepared to be frightened.” Cofagrigus opened his shell again, albeit only slightly, and several ghostly arms snaked out from within and floated before the new-gen, pointing their teasing, wiggling fingers directly at him. “Or you might end up getting tickled to insanity…”

The mere sight of those wiggling fingers was enough to spook Axl that he instantly jumped to his feet, his panicking causing a surge of adrenaline to rush through his artificial veins. Hastily grabbing his chest plate and shoulder armor which had been discarded earlier, he put on the armor pieces back on their respective places as quickly as he could, and turned and ran outside of the room.

In the halls of the mansion, Axl didn’t know where he was running, nor did he care. He raced down the hallway as fast as he could, knocking over objects as he blindly charged through them. As he ran, he could see a door at the end of the hallway. The entrance door! He could finally get out of this place!

Once he reached the entrance door, Axl pushed the doors wide open with all of his strength, and ran back out into the graveyard.

Meanwhile, in the graveyard, two ghost Pokémon, a Dreepy and a Gastly, were conversing near a small tombstone.

“Isn’t it weird how that huge mansion is right inside this graveyard?” The Dreepy asked the Gastly. “I mean, no one’s been living in it for years.”

“Yeah, it’s as if people expect others to go in while mourning their loved ones here.” The Gastly replied. “Seems pointless if you ask me.”

Before the two of them could say anything further, however, they were completely caught off-guard when some odd robot with spiky hair, an x-shaped scar above his nose and indigo armor with red accents ran past them. “NO MORE! NO MORE!” He screeched, his voice trembling with fright as he passed by the bewildered ghost Pokémon.

The Gastly and Dreepy stared in disbelief as the robot continued running out of the graveyard. “Hey, you don’t think that was the guy who was laughing from inside the mansion, do you…?” The Dreepy asked, a bit unsettled.

Gastly thought about it for a moment, but decided to dismiss it. “Eh, I doubt it. Others DID say the mansion is haunted, after all…”

Axl didn’t seem to notice the two Pokémon, nor does he care- all he cared about was to get away from this place, very, VERY far from it, in case the Cofagrigus would track him down and capture him to subject him to the same tickle torture he endured before.

Axl’s legs carried him as far as they could. He didn’t even care when he ran into a couple of spider webs and tree branches. Once he felt he was far away enough, Axl stopped at a grassy spot, and he felt his exhaustion finally catching up with him. Moaning with delirium and exhaustion, he slumped on his back onto the grass, his limbs feeling like jelly. His nerves were still tingling from being overstimulated from the tickle torture that the young gunslinger could feel the grass tickling the small of his back, and he couldn’t help but giggle faintly.

Letting his muscles relax after all he had been through that night, Axl melted into a twitching, quivering mess. He was too tired to go back to Hunter Base on his own, and even though he still had the option to teleport back to headquarters instantly, he didn’t want anyone, let alone X or Zero, to see him in his current condition. He decided that his best option would be to rest until daytime comes, and hopefully most, if not all of his energy would be recovered by the time he woke up. He kept that thought in mind as Axl gradually drifted off to sleep…

But even in his dreams, Axl would not be spared of the torment he had experienced earlier. His dreams were filled with countless spectral hands tickling him mercilessly and in various different ways (the WORST part was when the claws counted the new-gen’s ribs before digging into all of them at once). The Reploid whimpered fearfully in his sleep, wishing anything for these nightmares to stop. The only thing that kept him asleep was the fact that at least he wouldn’t have to suffer from such nightmares anymore when he would wake up in the morning, if only temporarily…

[childhoodofjackson]

Estranged ~ Bem, eu pulei no rio Vezes demais para torná-lo meu lar Eu estou sozinho aqui fora Derivando completamente sozinho Se não parece Dê um tempo para ler nas entrelinhas Porque eu vejo a tempestade se aproximando E as ondas, elas se tornaram tão altas Parece que tudo o que sempre soubemos está aqui Porque isto deveria derivar e morrer? #gunsnroses #guns #cosplay #crosplay #crossplay #rock #gnr #axl #axlrose #diadorock (em Canoas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCmOhJ3AXE5/?igshid=uqc39ce39pga

[tsushimarp]

Conheça mais de @tsu_elton!

NOME:  Oh Elton Joon USER DO TWITTER: tsu_elton DATA DE NASCIMENTO / IDADE: 10 de Março de 1988 / 32 anos GÊNERO: Masculino NACIONALIDADE: Coreana OCUPAÇÃO: dono do Kariyushi e estrela do rock

Residente em SHUIRO desde sempre.

PERSONALIDADE Livre, leve e solto, de cabelo grande e calça boca de sino, como bom pisciano nascido no fim dos anos 80. Elton não gosta de café frio, só lava roupa uma vez na semana na mesma máquina da lavanderia do bairro e não troca seu toca-discos por nenhuma jbl boladona.

Elton É uma personalidade, não tem como não bater o olho e não ler que ele todinho, com seu inegável senso estético e bom humor com uma pitadinha de self-pity, é um cara daora bacana pra caramba.

PASSADO Mentiras e boatos resumem o passado de Joon, que foi enganado até pela mãe em nome do pai, do filho e do espírito santo.

A família miúda veio pra Tsushima com ele ainda na barriga, pra mãe cuidadora de idosos fazer um dinheiro e economizar no aluguel morando num quartinho com Elton até ele ficar grande demais pra caber na cama de solteiro com ela.

Os boatos diziam que a mãe engravidou antes de casar, que era mentira que o pai dele era um rockstar americano, mas era muito difícil negar que a música e a vontade de ser artista tava no sangue.

Sempre foi um pirralho grandão, esse Elton. Alto, magro, com os joelhos ossudos cheio de roxos de tanto se jogar no chão da sala da Oba-chan performando Bohemian Rhapsody na versão que ele mais gostava, com o Axl Rose e Elton John dividindo o palco.

Se você ligou os pontinhos já sabe de onde veio a inspiração pro nome do moleque. Mama-Oh se dizia muito fã, mas depois de crescido Eltinho descobriu que a música preferida dela era na verdade do Phill Collins… e descobriu também que esse negócio de mentir era uma patologia, que a cabeça de Mamamia não era boa mesmo.

Mas ela era carinhosa, esforçada, criativa nas mentiras e cuidou tão bem do filho que ele retribuía agora que ela tava velhinha sem nem pensar duas vezes. Amor de mãe e filho é uma parada louca, viu.

E o sonho de ser rockstar não ficou só na sala da vó. Elton engraxou sapato, capinou quintal e varreu neve até conseguir sua primeira guitarra, ele não tinha nem dez anos quando aprendeu sozinho com uma das revistinhas que o tio da banca de jornal deixou ele comprar fiado e daquele ano em diante Tsushima ganhou um artista local muito dedicado a encontrar uma banda pra ganhar o mundo com ele.

Apesar do narigão e dentes tortos, Eltinho ganhou fama de galã garotão bonitão porque nos palcos dos eventos do colégio e feiras da cidade ele virava outra pessoa, dono de uma presença e uma voz roucona que deixava todo mundo louco pra dançar e cantar junto. Era um desperdício esse talento todo ficar tanto tempo parado em Tsushima.

Mas como a vida não era um filme, nenhum olheiro descobriu a Feet Six Tall num show de bairro e Elton e seus leais baderneiros tiveram que sair da ilha e correr atrás mesmo, na raça.

PRESENTE É bom dizer que com a banda não deu certo, mas sozinho Elton fez um barulho em Seoul, fez uma grana, fez umas músicas pra trilhas de drama, compôs umas coisas pra uns artistas de kpop, mas nada disso deu mais trabalho e mais tesão do que largar tudo e voltar às origens.

As bocas de sino e jaquetas de vinil nunca largaram do corpão de Elton, que hoje já tava com os dentes no lugar e não era mais tão magrelão - influência da civilização embonecada onde ficou metido uns bons anos - e nem o espírito jovem de quem gosta de nadar pelado de dia e tocar o terror de noite. Igual o bar que ele chama de filho, mas que você conhece como Kariyushi.

FUTURO A grande aposta de Elton pro futuro é a certeza de que ele vai virar uma entidade musical na ilha estilo Keith Richards, com raízes prendendo seus coturnos velhos no chão de Tsushima, tipo aquele pirata lá no navio do David Jones.

Ele quer encontrar novos membros, tocar de novo pra qualquer público, ver mais gente bêbada sorrindo nas mesas dele, dar mais beijos na bochecha da mãe doidinha que qualquer dia desses aí vai sair sem calças pra comprar pão, se ele não ficar de olho.

Indo contra a Bela da Fera, a vida do interior tá perfeita pra ele nesse momento. Mas ainda pode melhorar.

ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: pansexual; TEMAS DE INTERESSE: Angst; Crack; Fluff; General; Romance; Smut. FACECLAIM: Choi Jung Hoon - Jannabi

[joshua-smi-th]

sleepless night |Josh&Axl

 Já havia decorado cada mísera imperfeição daquele maldito teto em sua mente, cada buraco ou rachadura podia ser descrito sem dificuldade e isso não fora trabalho de algumas horas. Já fazia tempos que uma boa noite de sono era algo lhe negado fervorosamente. Nesses momentos não conseguia estudar ou  ler. Apenas sentia o corpo pesado e sono vir, mas sem nunca conseguir fechar os olhos. Medo? Talvez. E por isso continuava fitando o teto em busca de algum conforte que nunca viria. 

 Levantou-se da cama sentindo o contato frio do chão com seus pés descalços e andou até a mesa onde deixava suas coisas, provavelmente estariam todos dormindo ele seria a única alma acordada as duas e quarenta a cinco da madrugada. Odiava-se por não conseguir simplesmente abandonar seus pesadelos. Com os olhos vagando pela sua própria bagunça viu seu celular e sem exitar levou sua mão até seu encontro o pegando sem cerimonia e abrindo os contatos.

 Não lembrava exatamente quando havia ficado tão próximo de Axl, mas ele conseguira ficar no topo de suas mensagens em pouco tempo e isso era assustador de certa forma. Tinha medo de ser abandonado pelo outro e sentia que isso doeria muito se acontecesse. Antes mesmo de perceber abriu a caixa de mensagem enviando:

text: gatinho se estiver acordado eu estou indo para os jardins

text: poderia me encontrar lá?

texto: estarei naquela parte mais escondida perto do muro

 Feito isso calçou uma alpargata azul e pegou um casaco fino, mesmo sendo verão não queia correr risco de sentir frio, e o colocou por cima do pijama. Assim saiu do dormitório indo em direção ao lugar que havia dito. Não sabia se Axl teria recebido a mensagem  ou recusado o convite e não levou o celular para conferir. Chegando ao local apenas sentou na grama a espera.

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

If Illumination did the Mario dance (Part 1)

We got an ad of the Illumination character library going to see the new Mario film, but it would be extra brownie points if we got music videos of the Mario theme song from the classic 1989 cartoon with each franchise's cast members doing the Mario dance. Btw, I would love to hear Chris Pratt sing that ditty.

As you can see, the following characters in these first four memes are as listed:

Hop: Carlos, Phil, the Pink Berets, EB, Easter Bunny, and the other bunnies (I couldn't find a pic of the chick army, and as for the live-action characters, who cares about them?)

Lorax: Lorax and the Truffula Forest critters, the Once-ler, Ted, Audrey, Mrs. Wiggins, Granny Norma, and other Thneedville citizens

Secret Life of Pets: Katie, Chuck (sorry that I couldn't get his face in), Liam, Norman, Snowball and Tiberius (I couldn't show the other pets because they can't stand on two legs to do the dance)

Grinch: Grinch, Donna Who, Cindy-Lou Who, Buster Who, Bean Who, Bricklebaum, Mayor McGerkle, Groopert, Axl, Ozzy, and Izzy.

As for the Despicable Me and Sing franchise, that'll come later, as they have so much characters to list for dance cameos.

[shield-o-futuro]

Conheça Anastasia Sokolova aka a civil que se envolveu com o circo os heróis. aka a garota que roubou o coração de Scarlett

Apesar de viver em Nova York há apenas dois anos, Anya ama a cidade como se tivesse sido seu lar por toda a vida. Sempre foi um sonho seu morar na América, mesmo que pra isso ela tivesse que aturar o circo de fantasiados que todos insistem em chamar de heróis, os ataques aleatórios de vilões, monstros, seres mágicos e toda essa maluquice que parece já ser tão comum e cotidiana aos Nova Iorquinos.

Mesmo assim, Anya não poderia estar mais feliz. Sua vida era tranquila. Trabalhava na loja de sua tia enquanto tentava descobrir o que realmente queria fazer de fato, e de algum modo, estava saindo com a garota mais linda e engraçada que ela já conheceu.

No entanto, sua vida virou de cabeça para baixo quando descobriu que a arqueira irritante e descuidada que encontrava de vez em quando e sua namorada eram a mesma pessoa. As coisas ficaram muito mais complicadas a partir daí, mas nesse ponto, já era tarde demais para Anya. Ela estava apaixonada por Scarlett e se afastar não era uma opção.

Viver em Nova York já era um risco diário, isso era um fato. Mas ser namorada da Gaviã Arqueira podia ser muito mais. Anya tem consciência disso, mas ao mesmo tempo, o que é a vida sem riscos? Elas tem uma a outra e é isso que importa.

5 fatos rápidos sobre Anya

Ela e Scarlett moram no mesmo bairro. As duas tem a mesma idade, e seu aniversário é em 12 de Outubro***

Anya é grata aos heróis por terem salvo o mundo tantas vezes, ela vive no planeta terra, afinal de contas, é a casinha dela também. Mas para ela, todos eles causam muito mais danos do que ajudam. Ela não se importa se são americanos, russos, britânicos, canadenses, franceses, brasileiros, intergalácticos. Pra ela tanto faz, todos são igualmente perigosos e caóticos. É sempre uma catástrofe quando alguma coisa grande acontece, e mesmo nos pequenos atos de heroísmo, parece que as pessoas normais acabam pagando de algum modo. Para toda pessoa que eles salvam, mais 20 se ferem, perdem suas casas e etc. Ela e Scarlett sempre discutem sobre isso.

Ela tem uma irmã mais velha chamada Olga que mora em Nova Jersey e um irmãozinho mais novo chamado Mikhail, que ela ama mais que tudo nesse mundo. Ele ficou com a mãe deles na Rússia, então eles só se veem nas férias, quando ele vem passa-las com as irmãs e a tia.

Quando Scarlett revelou sua identidade, um mês depois de começarem a namorar, Anya foi pega de surpresa, mas isso durou só uns segundos. Ela já estava começando a sacar que tinha alguma coisa errada ali. Por que outro motivo a Gaviã Arqueira e outros heróis apareceriam sempre onde ela estava? Isso nunca acontecia antes de ela e Scarlett começarem a sair.

A Anya não tem medo de expor suas opiniões. Ela tenta usar seu recém adquirido acesso aos Vingadores para mostrar seu ponto de vista como uma civil, pedindo para que eles tenham um pouco mais de cuidado na hora de salvar o dia. Ela sente como se estivesse falando com um bando de portas, já que nada mudou muito até agora, mas não vai desistir tão fácil assim.

NOTAS: Isso aqui é só um resuminho ultra básico pra vocês conhecerem ela, mas tem MUITO mais que eu já preparei :3 Vou mostrando aos poucos com contos, asks e headcanons ( sim, vocês podem mandar aquele joguinho de headcanons pra ela, eu ainda tenho vários aqui pra responder, acho que seria bem legal pra ajudar a conhecer ela um pouco mais ! )  Se vocês quiserem ver a fichinha dela, está aqui (junto com a do Hunter e do Jack, porque agora temos uma parte de civis).

Eu tenho uma outra versão de como elas se conhecem, e eu tenho vontade de escrever uma história focada nelas, então se der certo, um dia vocês vão poder ler ahuahsashuashu

ps: eu vou fazer uma apresentação semelhante pra Love, e podia ter feito uma pro Axl também, se eu tivesse pensado nisso antes ashuashuashu

ps2: A Scarlett contou pra Anya sua identidade secreta, e deu a ela acesso a base de sua equipe, ao contrário de Hazel, que ainda mente pro Hunter e tenta mantê-lo afastado de tudo isso. Tirem suas próprias conclusões dessas decisões.

ps3: Quem contar pra Katrina sobre a Anya vai levar um chute. Mentira, ela provavelmente já adicionou o nome da Anya na listinha.

*** Sinto que a Alex vai me assassinar porque coloquei as duas fazendo aniversário no mesmo dia e sim, foi a única coisa que eu fiz só de sacanagem mesmo ashasuhuashuashu 

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Tickling headcanons for Axl (updated!)

I know I’ve already laid out some tickling headcanons for Axl in this post, but I thought I’d expand on some more hcs I came up with for him.

Axl has always been ticklish ever since his early days in Red Alert. He found out he was ticklish when he got into a playful fight with Vanishing Gungaroo, which turned into a tickle fight (Gungaroo was the one doing most of the tickling). The sensation and the laughter from said sensation was so unfamiliar to him until Gungaroo explained to him what tickling was.

On a 1-10 scale, Axl would likely be around a 7 or 8, meaning he’s VERY ticklish. This might stem from the fact he doesn’t have much experience with being tickled, so his sensitive nerves have never adjusted to such treatment.

Axl is TOTALLY a switch. On a scale he’s 50% lee AND 50% ler.

His main weak spots are his belly, sides, and the balls of his feet. He’s not too shy about revealing this to others.

His ribs, however, are his worst weak spot (or, as some would put it, his ‘death spot’). Just scratching over them lightly will make him crack in just a few seconds. Because of how sensitive his ribs are, Axl refuses to tell anyone of how ticklish they really are.

The sides of his ribs are especially sensitive as well, so much in fact, that Axl will buck his hips whenever someone teases him around there.

Tickling the last pairs of Axl’s ribs right under his chest plate is one thing, but if the tickler removes his chest plate and goes all-out on every single one of his ribs, the gunslinger will be pushed past his limits, cackling much, MUCH louder than he normally would.

Although Axl tends to be tickle-shy (as a lee), he’ll sometimes challenge the ler to do their worst if he’s feeling confident enough.

Since Axl tends to be tactical in battle because of how he was trained, he’s also adapted this into his tickling methods in order to expose the lee’s weak spots. His fingers are rather dexterous because he uses two pistols, which makes his fingers one of the most devilish devices for tickling.

Axl knows almost EVERY tickle tease in the book. He almost always teases the lee in an effort to fluster them and heighten their sensitivity even more.

As expected from the lovable young trickster, he loves nothing more than the classic tickle chase, and it’s not uncommon for him to already be giggling as he’s chasing down the lee/being chased himself.

Although Axl is already pretty ticklish almost everywhere on his body (aside from his belly, feet, sides and ribs), the least ticklish places are his pecs and back. Tickling over them can still make him giggle, but it won’t get him to actually laugh.

Speaking of giggling, because of how sensitive Axl is, light tickles will elicit childlike, absolutely adorable giggles/snickers from him, that they can, and WILL make the ler’s heart melt!

Teasing his navel is another way to get the android to chortle.

Aside from a ler’s fingers, other tools such as feathers, brushes or buffers will send him howling, if tickled in JUUUUUST the right spot.

If he’s cornered by a ler, Axl will sometimes try to lie his way out of it, but this always fails, much to his dismay (or perhaps his excitement?).

There have been times Axl has accidentally been tickled during repairs, such as one event where one of the Lifesavers had used a polisher buffer on his artificial skin to remove some scratches. However, it was used on his belly, and while he DID try his best not to laugh, it proved to be too much for him, and he ended up spending the rest of his stay in the med ward chortling.

Aside from X and Zero, Axl has been tickled by other people before. One of those people is Palette. She never thought the gunslinger would be ticklish until she ran a couple of tests on him, and she found Axl’s reaction not just hilarious, but also cute, and she ended up going all-out on the poor android with a polisher buffer she had laying around. Needless to say, Axl’s sides were left split laughing for the next while.

Other than straight-up scribbling one’s fingers over Axl’s ribs, gently kneading or rolling their thumbs over them will make him grin widely and squeak. If the ler digs their thumbs in deep enough, though, especially into the sides of his ribs, he’ll start hollering like mad.

Tweaking the rib bones is another way of getting Axl to cachinnate, too.