#ler!eric

[cringemesstickles]

Father and Son

(TickleTober Day 5: Not Ticklish)

Summary: Daniel and Eric had another argument

Pairing: None, this is so incredibly platonic. the fact that I actually have to say that is just- 💀

Word Count: 1,091

A/N: I gave into the feminine urge to mend their relationship

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The tension in the Matthews household was thicker than fog. Eric and Daniel had had another fight, ending with both of them shouting and Daniel storming off and slamming his door.

Eric stood in place, rubbing his temples and contemplating all that was said. It was easy to lose your cool when dealing with an angsty teenager, but perhaps he was too hard on Daniel. After all, he was still just a kid.

As much as Eric wanted to talk to Daniel, he knew the kid needed some time to himself and he didn’t wanna invade his space.

They would sort it out later.

After some time, Eric decided Daniel had probably cooled off by now and decided that now was the time to talk.

He took a deep breath as he stood outside his son’s door, already contemplating what he should say. Finally, he hesitantly knocked.

“Daniel? Can I come in?”

“Whatever..”

With permission granted, he turned the doorknob and entered the room where Daniel laid on his bed with his arms crossed over his chest, an expression of irritation on his face.

Eric sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

For a moment, the two sat in uncomfortable silence, both having a hard time looking at one another.

Finally, the man spoke.

“Look, son, I know I haven’t been as… present as I should be.” He started, trying to find the right words. “I know the divorce has been difficult for you and I just wanted to apologize for everything I said… I shouldn’t have been so hard on you, and I’m sorry.”

Daniel seemed to contemplate the apology before giving an awkward nod.

“It’s whatever… I was kind of a douchebag too.”

With the awkward exchange over with, the tense atmosphere still remained, though less suffocating than before. Eric knew he had to lighten the mood.

Thinking back to when Daniel was little, he suddenly got an idea. An idea that would either lighten the mood, or make Daniel hate him forever.

“Hey, Danny… are you still ticklish?” He asked, looking at his son to watch for his response.

And what a response it was.

Daniel quickly sat up and pulled his legs close to himself, his cheeks turning pink as his eyes formed a wary gaze.

“No, I’m not ticklish.. I outgrew that years ago!” He claimed defensively, though there was a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

Daniel often wore a tough facade. He’d built himself a wall of teenage angst and he refused to let it break. Though he knew that if the knowledge of his ticklishness resurfaced, that would get washed down the drain.

Eric was unconvinced. He knew his son too well for that lie to work.

“Daniel, how are we going to build a better relationship if we can’t be honest with ourselves.” There was a playful tone to his voice. Deciding to put his son’s claim to the test, - even though he knew it was a lie - he finally reached over and dug into Daniel’s sides, earning a surprised squawk from the teenager.

“ACK- Dahad!”

The rare sound of laughter filled the room, Daniel squirming and shoving at his father’s hands, his facade broken almost instantly.

Seeing his angsty teenage son laughing and smiling like a child truly melted the detectives heart. It had been too long since he’d seen the kid look so free and happy; the usual scowl replaced with a bright smile, just like the one he wore when he was a child.

“Well, Danny, I’m starting to think that you lied about not being ticklish.” He teased, relishing in his sons laughter.

Daniel’s laughter grew louder when the tickling fingers moved upwards to his ribs, massaging the bones and digging into his back ones, sending ticklish sparks shooting through his nervous system.

“STOHOHOP! YOU’RE S-SO AHAH- AHAHANNOYING!!” The kid shouted through his guffaws, though there was a hint of glee in his voice, showing that he didn’t hate this as much as he claimed.

“Well, am I as annoying as you are ticklish?” “YEHEHES!!” Daniel walked right into the trap.

“So you admit you’re ticklish!”

Daniel’s face turned red, realizing what the answer implied and immediately regretting his response. He kicked his legs and bucked his hips, tears of mirth forming at the corners of his eyes.

Eric recalled all of Daniel’s tickle spots, remembering one in particular that used to get some pretty big reactions.

“If memory serves- and mine is never wrong- you used to be pretty ticklish riiiight here!” He shoved his fingers under Daniel’s arms, scratching at the sensitive hollows.

Daniel let out a childish squeal, throwing his head back with unrestrained joy, gluing his arms to his sides and trapping his fathers hands.

“DAHAHAHAD!!! NOT THEHEHERE-”

The teenager was in stitches. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so hard, if at all. It was almost freeing in a way.

“Told you I was never wrong. You might be even more ticklish than when you were little, son!”

Eric was enjoying this moment just as much as Daniel, his chest tightened with affection for his kid, looking at his rosy cheeks and scrunched up nose and seeing the bright little boy that he raised.

In this moment, Daniel wasn’t an angsty teenager, he was just a kid.

Not wanting to push too far, Eric let up, pulling back and ruffling the kids hair.

Daniel laid catching his breath, a smile still glued to his face.

“You’re such an ahahass…” He tried to glare at his father, but it wasn’t very menacing due to the rosy cheeks and goofy smile.

“Watch it, son. Unless you want a round two-”

“Nonononono!! I’m good I’m gohohood!” The giggling teenager held up his hands defensively, sitting back up and shaking his head.

Eric laughed and pat his son on the shoulder, assuring that there would be no more tickles for the time being.

The earlier tension had been lifted, replaced by a comforting atmosphere. When Daniel finally calmed down, Eric wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, holding him in a side hug.

“I love you, Danny. No matter how many arguments we have, you’ll always be my kid.”

Daniel smiled at that and leaned into the hug.

“I know. I love you too, dad…”

“Wow, not too cool to tell your old man you love him?” The elder grinned.

Daniel snorted.

“Shut up.”

With their differences set aside, the two would continue to improve their relationship, father and son.

[mysteriouslee]

HO HO HO Merry Christmas to my tumblr peepaw

switch!Eric switch!Rose

The sky was dark and lights from houses illuminated the never sleeping city. Erik trenched through the city, trying to make it home but his injuries were too much. There was a light ahead, a familiar one coming from a diner he knew all too well and finally passed out.

"Eric?"a voice said to him softly.

Eric Dror stirred awake, his vision slightly blurry. He touched his chest to feel bandages all over and them focused on the woman before him. It was Rose.

"Eric, dear are you ok" asked a worried Rose as she helped him sit up.

Eric was internally panicked, she now knew his identity. What if the Dragon comes after her.

"I've known for a while" said Rose causing Eric to come back from his thoughts.

"You— How?" Eric stuttered but was shushed.

"You make crappy excuses and you disappear right before Sparrow shows up, Im shocked you think people don't know"Rose explained.

Eric tried to get up but was too hurt to do so. Rose handed him soup and left. She then came back in her pyjamas. Eric laid there comtemplating his mistakes and Rose came over and caressed his head and stroked his hair. No words were needed just comfortable silence. It would have stayed silent if Rose didn't accidentally touch his neck. Eric snickered and Rose raised an eyebrow in confusion.Eric took a sigh of relief, she didn't notice. Rose went back to stroking his hair but her nail scritched his ear and Eric's head twitched and unluckily for Eric, Rose noticed this time. Rose skittered her nails on Eric's ribs and he let out an uncharacteristic and awkward squeal.Before her hands could get stuck in Eric's arms she moved her hands to Eric's bare tummy prompting a snort from the bird man.

"Full of surprises birdie~" teased Rose.

Eric after a while gained his sense and grabbed onto Rose and turned the tables. Eric carefully put his hands under Rose's shirt and squeezed her sides and massaged her tummy. Unbeknownst to Eric, Rose is a kicker and a hard one in fact. He also learns she laughs loud and freely, something Eric wished he could do. In his inner monologue he didn't notice Rose's heel about to hit him in his head.

1 hour later

The shenanigans calmed down and the tense air relaxed and they both sat by Rose's apartment watching the stars.

To: @tickle-beans

[tickly-giggles]

Needed to draw some fluff tonight

[dannystheone]

LEE KYLE LEE KYLE

hmmm maybe he’s tryna give one of his gay ass speeches and the 3 boys are fed up and want him to shush so ofc they use the most efficient method hehe

GAY ASS SPEECH PLLSKEFNEW

OUT OF ALL THE IDEAS I HAD REQUESTED TO ME THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST

ugh i love you anon LMAKSSK PLEASE

So the summer vibes are PERFECT today so I thought we could have a pool fic!!

WARNINGS: Feet tickles and kids swearing! also kind of a long intro sorry

Kyle's New Pool! (Lee Kyle/Multiple Lers)

Kyle got a new pool installed for the summer in his backyard, but he needs to set some ground rules first!

I hope you like this! :) also I just re-read the whole thing and totally forgot Clyde existed AAA sorry he'll be in the next one

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Energetic boys piled into the Broflovski's home, yelling and shouting with excitement. They were all eager to get a glimpse of what new installment was waiting in the backyard. Kyle had said his parents put something BIG for the summer back there, and to look for themselves to see he wasn't full of shit.

"Oh Gerald! There sure are a lot of them, I wasn't expecting so many guests!" Sheila Broflovski was pretty much plastered to her wall as boys from the fourth-grade class rumbled through her front door, including even a boy wheeling in on a motorized wheelchair.

"Just set out some more chips Sheila- OOF-" Gerald Broflovski was nearly run over by the entourage of shirtless boys as they threw open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and piled outside in the backyard.

"Look! There it is!" Craig Tucker called out. All the boys scrambled to the edge of the water. Kyle wasn't lying. His parents had installed a huge glistening pool in their backyard! The grass and playground they used to have were replaced with concrete, with pillowy lounging areas and table seating off to the sides.

"It's amazing! GAH! It's so hot out here! If I don't get in the water I'm gonna die!" Tweak Tweek winked an eye as Craig turned to him and started applying sunscreen to his shoulders, already blushing from the sun.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked.

"Yeah, should we just get in without him?" Kenny McCormick questioned.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy answered.

"Guys! I'm right here! Isn't it cool?!" Kyle showed up behind the crowd of boys with a few boxes of Capri-Suns under his arms. The fourth-grade class cheered as Kyle set the boxes down on his patio table.

"Yeah, yeah, it's kewl, now let's get in the water already!" Eric Cartman pulled on his goggles and started pulling on his floaties to his upper arms. The boys followed suit by kicking off their flip-flops and throwing their shirts off.

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on fat-ass!" The fourth-grade boys froze and looked at Kyle quizzically. Kyle adjusted his green hat, despite wearing no shirt and green swim trunks.

"Before you get in the pool, there's some rules we have to follow! My dad said if we don't pay attention to the rules, he's not gonna let all of us use it anymore." Kyle explained. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged and continued taking their clothing items off.

"Okay well, what are the rules?" Tolkien Black asked. Kyle splayed his hands to get everyone's attention, but the boys chatted amongst themselves.

"Alright! Rule number one! ABSOLUTELY NO PEEING IN THE POOL! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! I'm looking at you, Cartman!" Cartman yelled out an "AYE!" before Kyle continued. "There is a bathroom located inside the house, first door on your right!"

Kyle looked around to see if he had everyone's attention. He had the attention of Butters, Jimmy, Timmy, and Tolkien, but everyone else was either setting up their toys in the pool or talking to other people.

"Guys! Don't put anything in the pool until I'm done saying the rules! This is important!" Kenny looked up from the pool as he slowly slid on a snorkel. Kyle sighed exasperated as he continued.

"Rule number two! No running around the edge of the pool or the pool area in general! It can get slippery and you don't want to fall! Rule number three! No diving headfirst into the pool, even in the deep area! You can hit your head and get hurt! Cannonballs are okay!" Cartman yawned loud and obnoxiously as the rest of the boys stood around and looked at their phones. Kyle could tell he was losing their attention already.

"Shut up Cartman! Rule number four! You have to put on sunscreen before you enter the pool! My mom is gonna set a timer for 80 minutes for everyone so we can get out of the pool, reapply our sunscreen, and then we can get back in!" The boys looked up at Kyle and groaned loudly.

"Dude we don't need sunscreen, the sun is good for you!" Stan complained. Craig was still helping Tweek apply his sunscreen across his back, so at least he was good. Kyle looked over at Stan with narrowed eyes.

"Dude do you have any idea how much cancer you can get from the sun?! Skin cancer is no joke! There was a study published just this year in 2023 stating that more than 2 people die of skin cancer every hour in the U.S.! 1 in 5 Americans will develop skin cancer by the age of 70! Do you want that to be you?!" Kyle pointed at Stan. Tweek fidgeted as he yanked the sun tan lotion from Craig's hands and started rubbing generous amounts all over his front vigorously.

"GAHAH! THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME! CRAIG, HELP ME!!" Craig took the bottle back from Tweek and gently started applying more lotion onto Tweek's back as he shot Kyle a venomous glance. Kyle swallowed as he looked back at the boys.

"Dude, we'll put the lotion on. But every 80 minutes is a little much, we'll be fine." Stan shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Guys you're acting like I'm making up the rules. It's my mom-" Eric rolled his eyes and walked up to stand next to Kyle.

"Kyle, buddy, hey there. Listen, you're talking waaaaay too damn much. Let us into the pool and we can start having fun, okay? I'll deal with your bitch of a mom if she decides to give us crap." Eric clapped Kyle on the back as Kyle stared dumbfounded at Cartman.

"Bitch of a-?! Cartman this is my parent's pool that YOU'RE using, fatass! The least you can do is listen!" Kyle said angrily.

"I think we should listen to Kyle's rules, very much. His p-p-p-pee-parents are nice enough to let us use it on such a hot day." Jimmy spoke up.

"Well, sure! My dad said if I don't put on my suntan lotion every 80 minutes and get skin cancer, he'd ground me for sure!" Butters fidgeted with his hands. Kyle smiled at them both and turned back to Cartman.

"There, you see fat-boy? That's why anyone who doesn't put on sunscreen BEFORE getting in the pool isn't getting in at all!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stared at Kyle and Cartman silently. Cartman cupped his chin in thought while Kyle stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Hmm...ah, I see what you're saying, Kyle. Loud and Clear." Kyle had a triumphant face on before Cartman pointed at Kyle.

"GRAB 'EM!" Cartman exclaimed. All the boys in the fourth-grade class rushed Kyle. Kyle yelped as he was scooped up by the boys, wriggling and fighting to no avail. The boys carried him above their heads to the edge of the pool.

"GUYS! PUT ME DOWN!!" Kyle yelled out. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"You wanna be put down?" Stan asked a squirming Kyle.

"YES!!" Kyle shouted. The fourth-grade boys unanimously decided to set Kyle down.

By throwing his ass in the pool.

Kyle hit the water with a huge splash, causing the water to be disturbed and rippled. The boys cheered as they started jumping in after him and cannonballing into the pool. Kyle resurfaced and spit water out from his mouth.

"Pfft- GUYS! We can't be in the pool yet, we need sunscreen!" Kyle complained. Cartman waded into the pool as the boys started splashing each other with water and putting floaties and toys in the pool.

"Uh oh, guys! Kyle's still whining about the sunscreen! We better fix that!" Cartman exclaimed. Kyle turned to yell at Cartman when he felt hands grabbing his arms. Kyle turned back to see that Craig, Tweek, and Kenny started putting their hands on him. More kids were advancing as well.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle squeaked as he splashed in the pool, more kids grabbing his legs and arms and wiggling fingers into his bare skin.

"You see Kyle, I knew you were gonna make a big gay ass speech about what we should and shouldn't do before we got into your pool. As you always do such faggoty things before we're allowed to have any fun, I took it upon myself to tell the guys that if you start going off on a tangent and we need a quick way to shut you up, this was the perfect way to get it done." Cartman watched with glory in his eyes as Kyle started wriggling and giggling in the fourth-grade class's grip.

"Guhuhuys! Guhuhuys stohohohop!" Kyle giggled as what felt like hungry invasive fingers squished, kneaded, prodded, poked, spidered, and scribbled his skin. Jimmy, Tolkien, Butters, Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek all zipped and wriggled their fingers into Kyle's skin while keeping his limbs spread apart. Being in the pool didn't help Kyle fight them off, and the water made his skin slick. Timmy watched with Cartman with a frown on his face.

"Uh...Timmeh?" Timmy asked. Cartman turned to Timmy, Kyle splashing in the pool behind him.

"Yes, Timmy?" Cartman asked. Timmy pulled up his phone and started recording.

"Timmy Timmy." Timmy said with an evil glint in his eye. Cartman nodded approvingly as he turned back to Kyle.

Craig held Kyle's arm away from his side and scribbled his fingers in his underarm while Tweek scritched along his ribs. Tolkien and Butters held onto Kyle's ankle and entertained themselves by stroking one finger up his foot and watching his toes clamp up. They did this over and over as it was entertaining each time.

Stan and Kenny held apart Kyle's other arm as Kenny gave Kyle little nibbles on his side and blew raspberries in his belly, which made Kyle buck and squeal. Stan scritched in Kyle's armpit while making conversation with Craig. Jimmy had Kyle's other foot all to himself. He held his ankle in the crook between his arm and his side in a headlock as he scrubbed Kyle's foot up and down with one hand. Kyle was quickly going ballistic already as 70 fingers played him at once.

"GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!! THIHIHIS IHIHIS CRAHAHAZY!!" Kyle yelled out, the water splashing all around them. Kyle was floating on his back in the water being held up by the guys holding his limbs apart, so he had no leverage to squirm or escape anywhere. Kyle's eyes screwed shut as he felt fingers squish the pudge on his belly, to which he gave a loud reaction.

"Wow Kenny, you really like Kyle's stomach huh," Stan commented. Kenny shrugged and scribbled his fingers all over Kyle's tummy, reaching from the bottom of his ribs to the tops of his hips with his hands.

"Oh hey, I wanna help! Let me try!" Butters left Tolkien at Kyle's foot and went up to the opposite side of Kenny to add another ten fingers to Kyle's midsection. Kenny started scribbling his fingers in Kyle's bottom ribs while Butters dipped his fingers in Kyle's belly button and pinched his hips.

"GAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!" Kyle pleaded, his body getting tired with all the exertion from trying to get away from so many fingers. He was gonna have a killer six-pack in the morning.

"Aww, well he's just ticklish everywhere, isn't he! That's so sweet!" Butters beamed at Kenny while Tolkien decided to experiment and scritched his fingers underneath Kyle's knee while still pulling his leg apart. Kyle let out a loud cackle as he tried pulling his leg back.

"Hey, how's that working for you, T-T-Tolkien?" Tolkien looked up at Jimmy with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's working great! He gets really loud when I get right here. You wanna try?" Jimmy nodded and grabbed a better hold of Kyle's leg, and started scratching his fingers under Kyle's knee. Sure enough, Kyle started pulling on both legs trying to reclaim them with this new technique.

"Hahaha, awesome!" Tolkien gave Jimmy a thumbs-up as Craig halted his tickling for a moment to stretch his wrist. Cartman pointed a finger at Craig as he sat on the steps.

"Keep going, Craig! We gotta tire the Jew out so he doesn't bitch for the rest of the night!" Cartman demanded.

"NOHOHO YOU DOHOHON'T! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!! I'M SORREHEHEE!!" Kyle yelled out, as Craig responded in his monotone voice.

"I'm doing the best that I can. His pulling is hard on my wrist." Craig rotated his wrist before holding onto Kyle's bicep and going back to a hidden gem he found. Between Kyle's middle ribs and back where the skin joined, Craig scribbled in that one spot to make Kyle scream a manly sound. Tweek winked as he kept his tickling confined to Kyle's side.

"So anyway, Red Racer reaches the finish line right as Blue Racer does, so the judges have to go back and watch the footage to see who actually won the race. It was a nail-biter." Craig explained to Stan. Stan nodded as he listened, but mostly looked down at his super best friend getting the shit tickled out of him. He had a forced smile plastered on his face with his eyes screwed shut tightly, with an occasional pull or tug of his limbs. Stan couldn't imagine being in this situation, but he wasn't gonna be the one to stop it. What if Cartman ordered they all go after him next? He couldn't handle that.

"...Yeah, so what did the judges say?" Stan asked as he scribbled his fingers in Kyle's underarm. He noticed he didn't have to try too hard to keep Kyle's arm away from his side to reach this spot.

"We won't know until next week. I can hardly wait. Red Racer always wins every race, but it's the season finale, so it could have a different ending." Craig discussed calmly as if he wasn't tickling a wildly splashing boy with six other boys.

"Timmy? Timmy Timmy?" Timmy asked Cartman, still recording on his phone. Cartman thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's see." Cartman cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to Kyle. "How you doing Jew? Ready to give up the sunscreen?" He called out. Kyle shook his head bravely as he continued to laugh out.

"NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOU STIHIHIHLL NEEHEHEHEED TO WEHEHEHEAR IT!!" Cartman shrugged as he went back to lounging in the pool.

"You heard him, boys! He wants more!" The fourth-grade class worked diligently, their fingers more energized than before.

"GAHAHAHAD!! I DOHOHOHON'T WAHAHANT MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Kyle laughed out earnestly as more spots were found on him, to in-between his thighs, to his hands, to his inner elbows, and the skin above his knees. His thighs were a winner, however. Jimmy and Tolkien pulled apart his legs and hugged his knee to grip and scribble their fingers in his inner thigh, causing Kyle to squeal and cackle loudly.

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Gerald and Sheila watched from the closed slider door, smiling gently. It was a rare sight to see Kyle acting like a kid for once with all his friends.

"He gets it from you, you know." Gerald held Sheila around her waist while they watched their son and pattered his fingers along her side. Sheila twitched as she bat Gerald's hand away with a blushing face.

"Oh stop it, Gerald!~ Save it for Saturday, honey~" Sheila cooed as the two shared a kiss, and turned for the living room as their son splashed in the water.

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"CHRIHIST!! SOMEONE- *hic* so-SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!" Kyle cackled out as he felt Tolkien's fingers invade his toe spaces and Tweek and Kenny took turns blowing raspberries in his hip divets. They were having fun with this, actually.

"Wow, Kyle has a lot more endurance than I thought. If I had endurance like Kyle I would be so happy." Craig commented. Stan started to get uneasy. Kyle started hiccuping a second ago, and his red cheeks were concerning.

"Alright Cartman, that should be enough right? I mean, look at him." The boys stilled their fingers for a moment. Kyle still giggled to himself and twitched from the air moving around him.

"Aww, the poor guys all tickled out. Aren't you buddy?" Butters patted Kyle's stomach, which Kyle jerked away from reflexively.

"Buhuhutters- *hic* doho-dohon't touch me-" Kyle snickered as Butters fidgeted. Cartman stood up from the pool steps and looked down at Kyle. Kyle's eyes winced having to look up into the sun-filled sky.

"Well, Kyle? What do you say? Are we forgetting the sunscreen?" The boys waited intently for an answer; their arms still wrapped around Kyle's arms and legs while the water waved around them.

"Fuck no, fat-ass! We can't forget it, my parents will find out! Please, just put some on and we can start playing!" Kyle pleaded. Cartman sighed and gave the signal for the boys to start tickling again. Kyle felt the boys' hands around him shift and place themselves on his body.

"Wait wait WAIT! Okay okay! I'll forget it! I'll forget the sunscreen I swear!" Kyle yelled out. Cartman turned back and pointed a finger in Kyle's face.

"If I hear a single word about sunscreen or rules again from you Kyle, you're gonna get it! Alright, let him go." The fourth-graders slowly released Kyle. Kyle rubbed his wrists as the boys saw their fingers onslaught over Kyle's torso, the pink swipes and scratches on his white skin. Kyle looked to the side as he rubbed his shoulder silently.

"Well, I still need to put on my sunscreen, or I'll get grounded!" Butters announced. Kyle looked up at him.

"Yeah, I n-n-need to put on mine too, a comic always has to look his b-best!" Jimmy added.

"Hey honey, mind helping me put some sunscreen on my back? I could use it." Craig asked Tweek.

"GAH! O-Of course! Skin cancer is no joke!" Tweek winked as Craig smiled softly at him.

"We're all gonna put ours on, too." Tolkien, Stan and Kenny nodded in agreement.

"TIMMEH!!" Timmy smiled and exclaimed. All the boys started getting out of the pool to put their sunscreen on and made sure everyone was properly covered. Kyle had a huge smile on that wasn't forced on his face.

"Thanks you guys, you're the best! Now we can play all we want in the sun without getting hurt!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all cheered and cannonballed back into the pool while Cartman rolled his eyes.

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"Aw dude, sick!" Stan shouted upon seeing Cartman at the bus stop on Monday. Cartman's face was pink with white peelies all over his ears, neck, and cheeks. He had suffered bad sunburn from the pool with no sunscreen. He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in a huff.

"Whatever! Sunscreen is overrated and gay as hell! I don't peel, I'll just get tan after this!" Kenny and Kyle walked to the bus stop and stood next to Cartman. Kenny burst out laughing upon seeing Cartman, and Kyle let out a few sputters as well.

"AYE! You all better shut the fuck up! I don't need any damn sunscreen!" Cartman defended.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A FAT TOMATO!" Kenny cried out. Kyle and Stan both started laughing hysterically as Cartman yelled out at them.

"I'M NOT FAT! SHUT UP!" Cartman shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you big baby." Stan rolled his eyes as he clapped Eric on the back. Eric yelped as the sunburn on his back stung from Stan's slap.

"ACK! Don't do that, retard! I got sunburn-" Cartman called out, but shut himself up as his friends leered at him.

"What was that you said, fat-ass? You got sunburn?" Kyle said with a shit-eating grin as he slapped Eric's back. Eric let out a screech as he started running down the road, away from the bus stop. Well, as well as he could run anyway. The three boys easily caught up to him and slapped all their hands across his sunburned back.

"YOU GUYS- ACK! I'M SO SERIOUSLY- OW! STOP IT- ACK! STOP!- OW!"

After this experience, Cartman learned his lesson. He was never caught without sunscreen again, and abided by all of Kyle's rules before entering his pool.

[thatsadbietch]

Attitude Adjustment

A Disney Dreamlight Valley Fic! This may or may not be an indicator of how I felt about Prince Eric 😅 funnily enough I had this idea, and writing it down made me start to like him a bit more.

Ariel asked if you would spend more time with Eric to help him regain his memories.  However, you seem to have been reluctant and are giving him the cold shoulder.  When he decides enough is enough, chaos ensues.

No warnings except for tickles, obviously.  And minor spoilers if you’re playing and haven’t found Eric yet. Scroll if not your cuppa tea.

Word count: 2,349

“Let’s go, Prince Charming,” you called behind you teasingly, and maybe somewhat obnoxiously.  You two were on your way to see Donald, hoping to get some of his feathers for a Donald Duck mask.  Olaf was producing a play, and since Donald didn’t want to play himself, Olaf specifically requested the mask be made using some of his feathers.  For authenticity’s sake.

Prince Eric rolled his eyes, none too fond of the nickname you’ve bestowed upon him.  Not only because he wasn’t the Prince Charming, but also because he knew you knew this irritated him.

“Y/N, you know how I feel about being called that,” Eric started, “Why did you invite me to hang out if you were going to call me names all day?”

It was true, you had invited him out: but not entirely because you wanted to.  Ariel thought that he would regain his memories faster if he accompanied you on errands around the village, and it was working, so that in itself was worth the trouble.  However, you have grown up a bit since returning to the village, and in that time had started questioning some of the parts of these characters’ stories.

Like nearly marrying a sea witch only because she “sounded familiar.” Seriously, how could he not have recognized Ariel from the start, if he liked her so much? You could have had a conversation with him about this and get his take, but your crammed schedule and assumption had gotten the better of you.

“You and Donald are good friends, I feel like he’s more likely to help if you’re there.  Plus, Ariel wanted us to spend time together,” you explained, as you both collected fruits and herbs on your way to Dazzle Beach.  

“I still don’t remember everything, but I thought we used to hang out for more reasons than that.” You shrugged, and you both arrived at Donald’s door. 

“Didn’t we sail together? Looking for artifacts and treasure?” Eric asked while you two waited for Donald to answer his door.

“Wait, no we didn’t, because Merlin said you were too young to be out far.  But we pretended to, on the shores! I remember that!” Now that he said it, you did too, and before you could respond a startled Donald swung his front door open, nearly smacking you both with it.

“WAAHHH! Oh, Y/N, Eric, thank goodness! This just appeared inside!” You’ve come to recognize the faint glow that memories produced, and sure enough a smaller you could be seen on a makeshift raft along the shores of Dazzle Beach, with Eric and Donald both playing along.  You paused an extra beat before conjuring your magic photo album, where you stored the gathered memories, and placed the newest addition in an empty slot.

“Thanks, Donald, for giving me that,” you said, adding no additional comments to the memory, or Prince Eric’s gaze at you.

“Of course, Y/N!  Did you guys need something?”

“Yes, actually, we came to ask for a favor,” Eric started.  “We would like a few of your feathers for a mask.  Anna is playing you in Olaf’s play, and they would like her costume to be as authentic as possible.”

“WHAT?!” Donald exclaimed, covering his belly and tailfeathers the best he could.

“YOU CAN’T TAKE MY FEATHERS!”

“Calm down Donald, we don’t want any attached ones,” you assured, “just any that may have fallen off? Please? You don’t need them, do you?”  He pondered for a moment, realizing he would be throwing them away anyway.

“Oh, all right, come in,” he sighed, finally inviting them in.

“I’m sure the others would appreciate these for crafts or other costumes and stuff too, especially Olaf,” you remarked as Donald gathered his shed feathers in a small bag.

“Really?”

“One duck’s trash is another snowman’s treasure, or something like that,” you said with a smirk.  Donald chuckled at you.

“Maybe.  I’ll see if anyone needs them before I throw them away next time.”

“I appreciate that Donald, thanks.”  As you made your way out, Donald stopped Eric, who had been mostly quiet during the visit.

“Hey, Prince Eric, are you all right?”  The sailor took a breath.

“I’m okay.  I’m just wondering why Y/N is giving me such a cold shoulder.  I mean, they asked me to spend time with them, only to find out it’s because Ariel asked them to.  We used to have fun together, you saw the memory.” Donald offered a sympathetic look toward his sailing friend.

“Did you ask them?”

“They didn’t open up about it.  I don’t know how to apologize if I don’t know what I did. If I even did anything.  Ugh, this forgetting…”

“Say that, Y/N will understand.  Maybe they don’t realize they’re being unfair.” Eric thought for a moment and nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to them again. Thanks, Donald, for the advice.  Let’s take the boat out sometime soon and catch up!”

“Definitely!”

When Eric stepped outside Donald’s house, you were no where to be seen.  He sighed again, looking for any indication as to where you might be. You hadn’t wondered far though, as he found you working on the mask under a palm tree just outside of the mystic cave.  He walked over and sat across from you, silently watching you work on the mask for a few moments.

“Hey… um… do you need any help?”

“No, I think I can manage from here,” you said curtly, but quickly added, “I appreciate you coming to Donald’s with me.” Another couple of silent moments pass.

“So… can we talk?”

“About what?” Eric noted you never took your eyes off the task at your hand.

“Well… I feel like I’m the only villager here you’re short with. And I get taunted often, especially with the nickname.” You scoffed.

“You should talk to Gothel, she and I don’t get along very well, either.  Maybe you two can start a club.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” Eric stated, exasperated. His sudden change in tone made you finally look up at him, and you saw his sincerity. 

“You and Mother Gothel never got along. We did.  You saw the memory!” he continued, “What changed?” You sighed, gathered the mask, and stood quickly. 

“I need to take this to Anna, she needs it.  This will have to wait,” you said, and nearly as soon as you turned around Eric clasped an arm over your chest, pinning you to his own.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I need you to talk to me, Y/N.  You aren’t leaving me with too many options.”

“So you’re holding me hostage?”

“Well, no-”

“What’s you’re plan, here?” you antagonized.  Eric sighed but kept his hold.

“It’s just… you aren’t giving me a chance.  If I did something, I might not remember what it was, you have to tell me.  I can’t fix something I don’t know is wrong.”  It was your turn to sigh, knowing you’ve let your own judgements cloud your actions.  You were trying to be a better Ruler, and this was not the way to do it.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry.  I haven’t been a fair Ruler or friend to you.”

“Water under the bridge, we all make mistakes,” he replied, “as long as you can tell me what started all this.”

“Don’t worry about it, really. It’s for me to fix, now.”

“You can still tell me, let me help you…” Eric prompted.  His eyes settled on the mask in your hand and developed a mischievous idea. “...or face the consequences.”

“HA!” you challenged, “Consequences? Like what, charming?” 

“You asked for it!” Eric knew this time, the name was a friendlier jab, but nonetheless he swiftly plucked a feather from the mask in your hand and drew it in a sawing motion along the shell of your ear. You were caught so off guard, you hadn’t even been given the chance to try to contain the bubbling cackles spilling out. Reflexively your shoulders scrunched up, and you tried and failed to break Eric’s hold.

“Erhehehic! Cuhuhut it ohohout!” you cried.  Just a simple little flick of a feather against your ear sent such ticklish vibrations through your body, including your legs that wanted to kick out but were doing their best to support you still.

“Oh, so you do know my actual name!” Eric teased, releasing his grip from you only to bring his spare hand up in an attempt to worm his fingers toward your neck.  Fortunately, your unconscious took over and bolted upon the sudden release.  Unfortunately, Eric was quick in grabbing you back around the waist.  You both fumbled, and fell unharmed on the patches of grass under you.  Eric seized the opportunity to pin you face down before you had recovered.  He rested his fingers menacingly on your hip bones.

“Feel like sharing where your attitude towards me is coming from yet?”

“I thought you were a sailor,” you started.  Eric sensed some antagonizing coming and curled his fingers as to warn you.  You, however, just couldn’t help yourself, despite the unbearable spidering sensation at your hips.  “Intehehrigation and tohohorture is pirate behavior.”

“Oh, you think I’m a pirate now?” Without warning, his hands shot up to your open underarms, and the squeal you elicited could probably have been heard back in the meadow.

“THAHAHAT WAHAHASN’T FAAAHAHAHAIR!” you cried through booming laughter, as one hand vibrated into the hollow part of your underarm while the other traced ever-so lightly up and down, sometimes wandering to your upper ribs.

“I’m a pirate now, according to you,” Eric taunted. “They aren’t fair.” As if to emphasize the point, Eric brought back the nearly forgotten feather and resumed teasing in and around your ear.  Your legs kicked out behind you and your cackles rose a pitch.

“Wait, sometimes, I was a pirate! When we had our adventures on the shoreline!” he remembered.  “You were too sometimes, and sometimes it was Donald.  Either way, we had a good time!”  

He didn’t let up once during his recollection, and in fact in his excitement over a new memory he let the feather trace down to your neck and collarbone while his other hand ventured down to pinch and poke in between your ribs.  You flailed, as if your body didn’t know which way to react, and while Eric held strong straddling your back, your laughter began to grow silent.

“EHEHERIC!”

“You ready to talk now?”

“YEHEHES! I CAHAHAN’T-”

“Eric?” a voice came from behind the two of you, though it almost didn’t come through your ticklish pleas and Eric’s teasing. He turned and leapt up off of you, offering his hand. You rolled over and glared at him, but smirked, and took his help.  He smiled, this time without the mischief, hoping he was making some kind of progress.

The voice in question came from Ariel.  You had no idea how long she’d been there, but she looked to your flushed face and disheveled clothes and grinned knowingly, causing your blush to deepen. Eric strode to her, embracing her and placing a quick kiss on her cheek.

“I take it things are going well?” she asked.  Eric turned to you.

“Are they?” you took a deep breath, both because your lungs needed it and to gain some form of composure.

“Eric, you’ve been getting my cold shoulder because I was unsure if you truly had Ariel’s best intentions in mind.” Gosh, you sounded like a parent. “We all know how your story played out, and it’s my duty to protect the interests of everyone here.  Ariel sacrificed a lot for you, leaving the sea. Then more-so, bringing you back to the Valley. I can only hope you prove worth it for her.”

“... Is that what this has been about?” Eric asked, more shocked than anything else. “Y/N, I’ve had some time to reflect, especially when I was one of Ursula's trophies.  I understand how it looks, and you’re right,” he said, turning back to Ariel, “she has sacrificed a lot for me.  It’s one of the many reasons I love her.  And it’s one of the reasons I made that deal with Ursula when the Forgetting set in. I might not have swapped worlds like she did, but I would if it made her happy.  I’d do anything for her.” 

Ariel embraced Eric once he was finished, clearly touched by his words.  As were you.  You suddenly felt guilty for treating him so harshly, and when their embrace parted, you extended a hand toward him.

“I’m sorry, Eric.  We should have had this conversation sooner.”  He ignored your hand and instead hugged you as well.

“Like I said, you tell me what’s wrong, and it’s water under the bridge.  Besides,” he continued, releasing you, “we did recover memories from the whole ordeal, so it wasn’t all for naught.” He pulled out a memory from his pocket.

“This cropped up earlier, but you were a little distracted,” he said slyly, handing it to you and delivering a playful poke to your belly.

“Wahatach it,” you warned, conjuring the photo album of memories again.  You placed it in an empty slot, and smiled at the photo.  A smaller you and Eric had wooden swords.  You appeared to be trying to save Ariel, playing a damsel in distress, though she looked far more amused than distressed, from a pirate hat and eye patch wearing Eric.

“This is very sweet,” you smiled, then turned disappointed.  “Ugh, this forgetting…”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Ariel chimed in, placing a hand on your shoulder.  “You’re doing everything you can.  And it’s working! Memories are coming back, more and more villagers are finding their way back here, its all a miracle.” 

“Thank you, Ariel, but-”

“No buts, she’s right,” Eric stated.  “And we’ll be behind you every step of the way.”  You looked to them and smiled.

“Will you be wearing the pirate hat while you help?” Eric rolled his eyes and laughed.

“If that’s what it takes.” 

[gummidon]

Help

[veryblushyswitch]

STOP I LOVE THIS!! 💖 This is such a creative idea!! I love how Kyle and Stan both got so flustered they’re so cute. 💖

Hhhggghhgb I did it guys I wrote the South Park fic about them discovering my blog (´-ω-`) I’m still not the best writer so I hope it doesn’t sound too off or weird >< i also couldn’t figure out how to do Kenny’s muffles so they’re not in here. sorry if the ending kinda sucks 😭

anyways-

Who tf is matchacowbee??

- this is a tickle fic so if that’s not ur thing bye

- cw for minors swearing

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The four boys stared at the computer as each of their faces went red.

“Who the FUCK is matchacowbee? Seriously you guys, this is not funny.” Cartman yelled.

“Whoever is doing this better fess up soon!”

As Cartman was growling at the others, Stan and Kenny looked over at the computer in a sense of shock and confusion.

“Uhh, this is all just fake right?” None of this is true right guys?” Stan said quietly.

“Of course it’s not fucking true! These psychos made me sound like a little pussy!” Cartman shouted.

“Relax dude, let’s just calm down for a second. This is obviously just someone fucking with us, right Kyle?” Stan responded.

“…uh Kyle?”

The three boys looked over at the redhead.

Kyle’s face was flushed with a shade of bright pink, as he looked at the computer mortified.

For Kyle, this wasn’t just some blog talking about how sensitive and ticklish he was, this was his deepest secret being exposed to anyone. Kyle couldn’t take any type of tickles, and this was dangerous information for his friends to know. A new wave of embarrassment sent a chill down his spine and he covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, hey! Kyle you good?” Kenny said. Reaching a hand out, he pokes Kyle in the side.

“Gah!! H-hey Kenny!” Kyle jerks away from Kenny and then scrambled to the other side of Cartmans room.

“Well it looks like the rumors about Kyle are true.” Cartman sneered

“No it’s not fatass!” Kyle said with a red face.

“Let’s find out” Kenny said as he began walking towards Kyle while wiggling his fingers at him.

“Kenny, you… you wouldn’t..” Kyle said as he backed away into a corner, and nervously sunk to the floor.

Cartman and Stan returned their gaze to the computer, as shrieks of laughter erupted in the background.

“This is so not cool I’m gonna fucking kill these people” Cartman said.

Stan thought about the idea of Wendy tickling him and his face went red as well. He was embarrassed to admit it, but Stan was indeed ticklish as well. The thought of his girlfriend wrecking him gave him butterflies in his stomach. If Wendy ever found out his weakness, he wouldn’t know what to do.

“KENNEHEHEY!! GAHA- GHEHET OFF OF MEHEE!”

Kenny had his hands under Kyles jacket and was running his fingers along his sides, until he hit a more sensitive spot on his ribs.

“Heh, sweet. Kyles totally a ticklish little pussy.” Cartman said, as he looked at Kyle wriggling underneath Kenny on the floor.

“S-shut uhuhup Cartmahan!” Kyle let out with a fit of giggles.

Stan walked over and pulled Kenny off Kyle.

“Yeah Cartman, it said we were all sensitive. Check it out.” Stan said as he scribbled his fingers underneath Kenny’s arms. Kenny thrashed around in Stan’s grip as muffled giggles poured out of his parka.

“Hehe see! Kenny’s ticklish too. It’s not just Kyle.” Stan said as he slipped his hands lower, meeting Kenny’s sides.

“A-aAhaHa! Stahahan stohohop!!” Kenny cried out. Then he let out a loud squeal as Stan squeezed his hips.

“Whatever guys this is totally gay. At least I’m not a whiny little bitch like you guys.” Cartman protested.

Stan rolled his eyes as he let Kenny go from his hold.

“..Lets just forget that we ever saw that okay…” Kyle said shyly.

“I agree, this is total bull-“ as Stan was cut off from his sentence, Kenny tackled him onto Cartmans bed.

“Whoa Kenny what do you think, wait WAIT!!” Kenny began scritching around Stan’s navel and belly button. “whaHahAt theheh ehehell!!”

Kenny grinned at Stan. “Someone mentioned this was a sensitive spot of yours Stan.”

As Kenny tickled Stan, he couldn’t help but think back to some of the things he had read about himself. Him and his siblings did have tickle fights from time to time. So wrecking Stan and Kyle was easier with his past experience. But like the others, Kenny couldn’t deny his ticklishness either.

As Stan squirmed around on top of the bed, Cartman glared at them and Kyle looked away embarrassed.

“Okay all you fags need to get out of my house right now. Go make out somewhere else.”

Kenny quits tickling Stan, and pulls him up off the bed. Cartman ushers them to the door.

The three friends exit Cartmans house. Stan and Kenny in front, as Kyle trailed behind, still visibly embarrassed. Stan and Kenny both gave him some pokes on his sides to try and snap him out of it.

As Cartman watched them walk away from his front door he sighed. He then shut the door and prepared to get ready to go to bed. Then suddenly, he felt a squeeze on his side.

“AY!” He whipped his head around and looked up.

Ms. Cartman smiles sweetly at her son. “Eric did you have fun with your little friends today? I heard a lot of laughter up there.”

Cartman looks down at the floor, "Yeah I guess, they were acting all gay tickling eachother."

His mom leans down to give her son a quick kiss on his cheek. She wraps her arms around him and gives him a hug.

"Ugh meeem stop!" Cartman tried to squirm out of her grip, until he suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on his stomach.

"Aw is my little muffin also ticklish?" Liane said as she tickled her son’s sides and stomach.

“N-naha no NO! Gehet off me meheheem!” Cartman said while pushing away her hands.

He hated to admit it but even Cartman couldn’t deny that he wasn’t immune to tickles. He kinda sorta liked it in a way, coming from his mom only though. With the other boys, he was definitely going to consider tickling them as a torture method. Just as long as they never tried it on him.

Turns out that all the blogs the four boys had seen, weren’t totally wrong about them.

:p

[alechans-cutetickles]

Day 24:chubby (not a f4tsh4m1ng)

[mysteriouslee]

@the-story-forge

(DAY 7)

lee!Rose ler!Makenna

Rose took in deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm. She had a a blinfold on her face and sweat rolling down her cheek. She was tied to a metal pole standing up.Eric would come soon she hoped. Suddentlg she felt light touches tracing her arms. She started giggling, she couldn't help it if she had ticklish arms.

"Rose Amba, I believ we have unifinished business" whispered a voice in Rose's left ear, causing Rose to twitch and shudder. It was Makenna, on of Sparrow's nemesis

"I get that buhut can we reschudle by any chance, I have work" said Rose with a nervous smile.

"I believe you'll go when I dismiss you" said Makenna pausing her hands, and then taking her right index finger and tracing a line down the middle of Rose's stomach. The fabric did a little to help so Rose could stand it. Suddenly the finger made it under Rose's shirt and scribbling on Rose's bare tummy.

"Let's begin shall we" said Makenna.

Makenna's hands made it under Rose's shirts and began scribbling the sharp nails on Rose's tummy.

"Eek!HOHOLY SHIHIT STAHAP"Rose couldnt take it. One of the nails made it in Rose's belly button and Rose shrieked and threw her head back, hitting her head on the pole she was tied to. The touches were admittedly kinda of flustering for Rose. Rose felt her blindfold becoming undone from her thrashing and she looked down after it came down, she looked down at Makenna's eyes staring back. Makenna was kneeling down to Rose's stomach

Makenna blew raspberries on Rose stomach and Rose snorted so weirdly,her face was redder than before.

"Cute" said Makenna subconsciouly "shit" she screamed in her mind..

Rose'a laughter became louder at the compliment. Rose got a good look at her torturer and don't tell Eric but she was totally cute and beautiful.

"Oh no she's hot" went through Rose' mind.

No wonder Dror fancies this one, she lights up a room with her sickeningly bright aura.

"Oh, I'm gonna have some fun with you" teased Makenna.

[dannystheone]

GUYS STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING IT'S KYLE'S BIRTHDAY AAAA

HERE'S A TEENY DRABBLE (I SWEAR) JUST TO CELEBRATE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE!! (Lee Kyle/Lers Stan/Kenny/Eric)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing!

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"Cartman, don't touch me there. Hey- stop! You guys- HEY!" Kyle Broflovski suddenly found himself in the middle of his best friends with conniving looks on their faces.

It was his birthday today, and it had been one for the books. A huge party with all of his fourth-grade class invited, presents, music, a bouncy house, and anything a kid could want for his party. It was a massive success (despite Cartman eating up most of the snacks before anyone else could reach for them) but it was still successful nonetheless.

Now that the party had cleaned up and the fourth graders returned to their homes, it was just the four of them playing games and talking in Kyle's living room. Another present of Kyle's from his parents was that he had no curfew tonight, and he was having a sleepover with his friends.

Cartman had teased all week leading up to Kyle's party that when he blows those candles and becomes ten years old, he's gonna get what's coming to him. Of course, Kyle wasn't worried, it was Cartman after all. But at the same time...it was Cartman. Kyle tried asking Kenny and Stan what Cartman possibly had planned, but they shrugged and kept their mouths shut without another word.

Now that they were actually here, Kyle rolled his eyes and put his hands up to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Alright alright, so what is it, huh, Cartman? If it's ten punches and an extra one for good luck, I'd prefer you do it on this arm." Kyle offered his left arm to Cartman, to which Cartman just gave a slow shake of his head.

"Oh no Kahl, I knew you'd be expecting me to do something like that for your birthday. Something juvenile, something poorly thought out right? Well, I've thought of something you'd never expect. And certainly, never forget." Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at Cartman and looked to Stan, which had a blank expression on his face.

"Stan, what is he talking about?" Stan was about to answer when Kenny interrupted him. Kenny reached up and showed his phone to Cartman.

"The timpher imph set." Kenny said. Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling protective of himself.

"Timer? What timer? Cartman, whatever you're thinking of doing-" Cartman cut Kyle off by suddenly standing on his couch and sitting behind Kyle on the backrest. A bewildered Kyle didn't follow as Cartman scooped up Kyle's wrists and locked them in place.

"Alright men. The time has come. Pin the Jew!" Cartman called out. Stan rolled his eyes as he inched closer to Kyle and started tickling his tummy. Kyle started wriggling as Kenny and Stan both started scribbling their fingers on his sides and tummy.

"Cartman, that's not the name we agreed on. Why do you always do this." Stan groaned as he shook his fingers in his best friend's tummy.

"W-Wahahahait!! Whahahat thehehe hehehehell?!" Kyle cried as he immediately started belly laughing from the choice spots being targeted. Stan and Kenny had big smiles on their faces as they delivered their birthday tickles to their best friend.

"You didn't think we weren't gonna do anything like this for your birthday, Kyle? I guess it really is a surprise then." Stan commented while scratching his blunt nails in Kyle's right underarm. Kyle felt himself shrink as his eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Myeah, we hamph thimph plammed all weemk!" Kenny added with happy-looking eyes. His gloved hands dug into Kyle's tummy, which made Kyle's legs kick.

"Okahahay I gehehet ihihihihit! You gohohohot mehehe!" Kyle giggled as he twisted against Cartman's hold. Cartman had a surprisingly good grip on his wrists, keeping his torso stretched out. Cartman's legs were also on either side of Kyle, so Kyle was essentially trapped in a tickle box. Or a tickle Cartman?

"We're gonna do more than just that, dude! That timer is set for eleven minutes! Ten minutes for your birthday, one more for good luck. You gotta last the whole thing if you wanna earn becoming a man!" Stan explained. Kyle's body shook with his laughter as Kenny kept trying new places to get him. He settled on his leg and poked his fingers up and down the length of it.

"Buhuhuhut thihihihis isn't mahahahanly!! Ihihit's chihihildish!" Kyle laughed and kicked out as all three boys gasped loudly.

"He said it! He said the thing! Do it, Cartman!" Stan and Kenny stopped tickling as Kyle regained some of his breath.

"Huh? What did I say? Hey- Cartman!" Cartman switched Kyle's wrists into one hand and removed Kyle's hat with the other. Kyle's red curls shook out from the hat and fluffed all over his face.

"You see Kahl, we had a small bet on the side to see how long it would take you to say that this activity was childish, because of how predictable you are." Kyle groaned as he saw Kenny move closer to him out of the corner of his eye.

"So as punishment for being so painfully predictable, Kenny here is gonna tickle the shit out of your ears. Better luck next year." Eric clapped Kyle on the shoulder before taking hold of Kyle's wrists in both hands again. Kyle's knees bucked as he tried to get Kenny away.

"Kenny don't, wait! We-we can do something else! You wanna play the new console I just got?" Kyle tried to distract Kenny, but Kenny had a huge smile on his face, as did Stan.

"Whup, you heard him, Kenny! He said 'don't wait!" Stan instigated. Kenny giggled mischievously as he took his gloved hands and started scratching them over Kyle's ears. The scratchy material and the wiggling fingers underneath made Kyle cringe and duck his head.

"Kehehehehenny!! Nohohohoho nohoho no! Stahahahahap!" Kyle's laughter was high-pitched and boyish, his biggest and most hidden tickle spot being targeted. While Kenny was up there by his ears, Stan started squeezing Kyle's knees and getting the skin behind them.

"Guhuhu-HEHEHEHE'S!! STOHOhohohop!! Thihihihis ihihihisn't fuhuhuhunny!!" Kyle shouted. The guys gasped once more as they resumed their tickling.

"He said the second thing! That just added five minutes to your timer, dude!" Kyle groaned inwardly as Stan added the additional time to Kyle's ever-growing tickle timer.

"Oh Kahl, you obvious bastard. I could quote you like a book." Cartman teased. Kenny scratched Kyle's ear with one hand and swirled a finger in his open underarm with the other. Kyle jolted as Stan came back from the timer and started zipping his fingers up and down his thighs.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup! I hahahahate thihihihis!" Kyle cried out and bucked his knees.

"That's why we had to do it! So you'd never see it coming! Happy birthday, dude!" Stan said gleefully.

The boys eventually let Kyle go once his time was served, reminding him that it was all in fun and they were all still pals. Another year of being the smartest, yet most foreseeable one in the group.

[miru667]

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Lorax concept art from The Art of Eric Guillon, part 2:

“Once the filmmakers decided the Once-ler was human, they arrived at the character’s final design quite quickly.”

For more Lorax concept art check out my tag: [link]

[gummidon]

I kind of went crazy with this Lorax stuff

And whatever this is

[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.

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

any chance of an updated list?

Of course!!

Also, this is the NEW and FUCKING IMPROVED LIST, I alphabetized it so it’s even better than before >:3

Currently, we have 340 unique characters (if I counted right) and 487 total submissions. The top three most submitted fandoms are Homestuck, Danganronpa, and One Piece, excluding submissions that were spelt wrong or spelt differently. The top three submitted characters are Haiji Towa, Vriska Serket, and Stella Goeta (stella has so many submissions it’s funny)!

Finally, this is the raw, unedited list of characters submitted so far. Just because they are here doesn’t mean they’ll be in the tournament; it just means they’ve been submitted, regardless of media or what character they are!

as always, list under the cut!

This first list is for characters with two or more submissions. Characters who have three or more submissions will get first dibs in the tournament!

Akechi Goro

Akio Ohtori / Himemiya

Anakin Skywalker

Ansem the Wise

April O’Neil (2012)

Ardyn Izunia

Ayin

Azula

Bill Cipher

Boston

Bramblestar

Buzz McCallister

Caillou

Chibiusa

Childe

Cici

Cullen Rutherford

Darkstalker

Dazai Osamu

Dio

Dio (Zero Escape)

Donald Trump

Donquixote Doflamingo

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Drannus

Eichi Tenshouin

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Eridan Ampora

Evan Hansen

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Glenn Quagmire

George Wickham

Greg Heffley

Haiji Towa

Happosai

Her Imperious Condescension

Higashikata Josuke

Huey Emmerich

Ibara Saegusa

Izzy Hands

JD

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Jin Guangyao

John Gaius

Julia Mazzone

Junko Enoshima

Jurgen Leitner

Katsuki Bakugo

Kokichi Ouma

Kristoph Gavin

Kromer

Kusaka Masato

Kylo Ren

Kyubey

Lance Dubois

Le’garde

Live Action Buggy

Makima

Mal

Marvin Falsettos

Meenah Peixes

Merlin

Micah Bell

Michael

Minoru Mineta

Mr. Bungee

Pierce Hawthorne

Pierre

Princess Daisy

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Regal Farseer

Ronaldo

Rose Quartz

Santa Claus

Sasuke Uchiha

Scrappy Doo

Sentinel Prime

Shiver

Shou Tucker

Simon

Simon Laurent

Sosuke Aizen

Spamton

Stella Goetia

Teddy / Kuma

The Maverick

The Metatron 

The Once-Ler

Thistleclaw 

Tony Stark

Tsumugi Aoba

Ty Betteridge

Val Velocity

Viren

Vriska Serkat

William Afton

c!Dream

Ōchi Fukuchi

The next list is for characters only submitted once. If you want these characters to have a higher chance of being added to the tournament, feel free to submit more propaganda for them!

Absalom

Abyss Sibling

Adam

Agamemnon 

Airy

Akane

Akito Shinonome

Akito Sohma

Alastor

Alexander Hamilton

Ali Lectric

All For One

Aloise Trancy

Anatole Kuragin

Angel Dust

Anne Hathaway

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Aranea Serkat

Ashfur

Astarion

Asuka

Bella Swan

Ben Jackson Walker

Betsy Wolfe

Billy

Billy Hargrove

Black Pete

Blackbeard

Blitzo Buckzo

Booker

Box

Bro-Strider

Buck Cluck

Buzz (cheerios)

Byakuya Togami

Caesar Clown

Caliborn / Lord English

Captain Kuro

Cersei Iannister

Chloe Bourgeois

Chris McClain

Chrollo Lucifer

Cicero

Clara Oswald

Coco

Cozy Glow

Cynte

Damian Wayne

Dan Moroboshi

Dean Venture

Dean Winchester

Detective Saracusa

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Disembodied Voice

Don Flamenco

Dr. Henry Miller

Drew

Duke

Edelgard

Elias Ainsworth

Elias Ainsworth

Elon Musk

Equius Zahhak

Erebus

Eric Cartman

Erlina and Brugaves

Eugene Coli

Every Single Country In 1993

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Feferi Peixes

Five

Five Pebbles

Floch

Foreman Oyun

France (Hetalia)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Gamzee Makara

Georg Weissmann

God

Goeffry St. John

Gordon Blackwall

Graham Spector

Gra’ha Tia

Haiji Senri

Heath cliff

Henry Miller (OC)

Henry the Eighth

Himiko Toga

Hisoka

Hiyoko Saionji

Holly Blue Agate

House

Huey Laforet

Ianthe Tridentarius

Il Dottore

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Itsuki Shu

Izumi Sena

JJ

Jacopo Bearzatti

James T. Kirk

Jayne Cobb

Jiren

Joe Destefano

Johnny

Jonah Magnus

Jonathan Groff 

Judith Ford / Natalie Cook

Judo

Julia

Julie-Sue

Ken

Kevin

Kusunoki Muu

Kyouichi Saionji

Ladd Russo

Lady Catherine de Bourgh 

Lebreau Fermet Viralesque

Light Yagami

Liontari

Lotor

Louie

Louis

Luke

Mahiru Koizumi

Makoto Itou

Marie

Marlon

Mary Keay

Master Crown

Matou Shinji

Matpat

Me

Medusa Gorgon

Meredith Rodney McKay

Michael Scott

Miguel O’Hara

Millions Knives

Moash

Moeka Kiryuu

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Mori Ougai

Morris

Mr. Collins

Ms. Valentine

Muu Kusunoki

Muzan Kibutsuji

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Nagito Komaeda

Nanami Kiryuu

Narumi

Natsumi Sakasaki

Nefera DeNile

Nickel

Nikola Tesla

Noor Pradesh

Ocelot

Octavian 

Ogai Mori

Orochi

Otto Apocalypse

Paul Von Oberstein

Pencil

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Prince Louis

Queen Scarlet

Quiche

Quill Kipps

Rafal (FEE)

Rafal (SGE)

Rafe Cameron

Randy

Raven Queen

Rebecca Costwolds

Redd White

Riley Finn

Roger

Rohan Kishibe

Roland

Roshi

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sakazuki Akainu

Sandy

Sanji

Sebastian Mechaelis

Sheldon Cooper

Shen Jiu

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Shinonomes (both)

Shredder

Sigma Klim

Silver Spoon

Skizzleman

Slayer

Solf J. Kimblee

So Sejima

Splinter

Stark Sands

Steven Universe

Stormcaller

Subara Akehoshi

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Teruhashi Makoto

Teruteru

The Eleventh Doctor

The Entirety Of Homestuck

The Groke

The Little Palace Mistress

The Mage

The New Ninja

The Old Palace Master

The Operator

The Pale King

Tim Drake

Tom Wambsgans

Tomaru Sawagoe

Touichiro Suzuki

Trishna

Tumblr Staff

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Victor Frankenstein

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Volgin

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Wen Chao

Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin

Will Shuester

Willy Stampler

Woodes Rogers

Xisuma

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Yu Ziyuan

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Yuri Briar

Zeke Jaeger

Zenos Galvus

Zhou Zishu

[tword-brainrot]

House MD (TK HCs)

House’s fuck ass children Diagnostic team edition!

Allison Cameron 🌸 (50/50)

Ler!Cameron

Veryyyy quick to shoot for spots that will make you react the most

Prone to overwhelming the Lee

Baby talks WAYYYY too much

Teases with cooing

Erratic poking movements mixed with squeezing

Bad about knowing when to stop 🛑

Lee!Cameron

Squirms and thrashes a lot

Has definitely accidentally punched Chase in the face during he probably deserved it tbh

High pitched giggles with a healthy dose of begging and pleading

Doesn’t get moods but, is quick to be put into them

Worst spots are probably her sides and ribs

Robert Chase 🧪 (Lee-leaning)

Ler!Chase

COCKY BASTARD

Most shit eating of shit eating grins

Will make fun of you whether you like it or not

Jumps around to get the most amount of black mail information as possible

Loves to dig into where bones meet

Surprisingly good at aftercare

I.E: Asks if you need any water or snacks and offers cuddles after

Lee!Chase

HATES it at first

Like so pissed, couldn’t be shittier

Giggles like a little Angel

Has never asked for it, always gets it anyway because knocking him down a lot of a few pegs is always great

Lee moods are KILLER and extremely evident to the crew

Gets very fidgety and fans himself with his shirt

Worst spots are under his arms and his knees

Eric Foreman 🧠 (Ler-leaning)

Ler!Foreman

The EYEBROW RAISE of DEATHHHH

He can spot a Lee from a mile away

Veryyyy playful ler

Teasing is akin to 7th grade playground smack talk

Likes to take his sweet time in figuring out which spot is the worst

100% cracks jokes afterwards

Lee!Foreman

Definitely not a Lee

Not amused like at all

Is however very susceptible to stimuli just like any other person

Has also definitely punched Chase during (whether he deserved it or not is wholly up for debate)

The only spot that really gets him laughing is his neck, though mild reactions can be found elsewhere