#ler!skull

[thatsadbietch]

Sore Losers

I said I wanted to do another Animal Crossing or Dreamlight Valley fic, and ended up with Persona 5  🙃 It’s okay though, I love these two  💕

Warnings: None, other than tickles.  But I’m guessing that’s at least one reason you’re here.

“Ryuhohohojiheheh! Stoaoahahpp, I am yoohohohor leader!” Ren tried to scold, but it was awfully hard to appear threatening in a giggle fit like this.  The atomic blonde currently had his Joker pinned, using one hand to drill his thumb into a hip and the other hand to scurry across his shaking belly.

“Yeah, leader, all right,” he replied, “leader of cheating! A leader cheater, if you will.” Ren’s giggles reluctantly picked up at the stupidity of the comment.

“What the hell is going on up here?” Sojiro yelled, briskly climbing the stairs to his tenant/adopted son/part-timer’s room.  It was quite the sight, and to someone outside of the Phantom Thieves’ circle, might have appeared a bit risque. There was a “GAME OVER: PLAYER ONE WINS!” message across the TV, and a little 3 - 0 counter underneath the text. Two controllers lay forgotten next to the couch where an almost predatorial Ryuji was hunched over a red-faced and giggling Ren. 

They hardly acknowledged Sojiro’s appearance, but once Ren saw his frame come into view from the staircase his blush deepened.  Ryuji noticed his eyes shift and followed them, immediately upon realization jumping off of Ren and started rambling.

“S-Sojiro-san! This isn’t what it looks like, I swear, I-”

“Cool it, kid, I know exactly what’s going on up here.” Both teens were mortified, but for different reasons. Sojiro’s mischievous smirk was not helping, either.

“On paper, it’s my job to keep that one safe and out of trouble,” Sojiro started, pointing at the raven-haired boy.  “But just keep it down while I have customers, and I can allow for trouble of the “revenge of a sore loser” variety.”

“Whew, okay, thanks-HEY!?”

 “And I’m sure he still has a few secrets we haven’t found yet.”

Ren and Ryuji’s hearts leaped simultaneously, and the latter glared back at the former. “Oh yeah?”

Sojiro looked at Ren’s betrayed eyes. He sometimes forgets Ren was just a teenager, still very much a kid in some ways. But he took on so much more responsibility; a responsibility that most adults couldn’t handle. If they could, the Phantom Thieves may not exist in the first place.  Then he remembered how hard of a time he gave the boy after coming to Le Blanc and not believing his story.  He could go on a guilt trip about it, but he’d rather see Ren’s tension replaced with mirth at the moment.

“We haven’t tried his knees or feet yet.  Do with that what you will, I’m going to shut the door to the staircase, though,” Sojiro told Ryuji as he made his way back downstairs. Ren, having never seized the opportunity to stand, released an “Oomph!” as Ryuji pounced on his waist, facing away from him.

“Ryuji, please, doohohon’t, NOHOHO AHHAHAHA!”  Mercilessly and with a wicked cackle, Ryuji squeezed the soft area above Ren’s knees, causing an absolute explosion of laughter.  He reflexively brought up his knees, which did nothing to deter Ryuji’s ticklish grip, and brought his hands to grab futilely at his assailant’s shirt, unable to move much more than that.

“Ryhehehujihehe!” Joker cried, attempting to twist out from underneath his teammate.

“Nuh uh uh!” Ryuji scolded, pinching his calves. As it turns out, Ryuji found a not-quite-ticklish spot. Ren, still giggling, took the opportunity to hook his fingers into Ryuji’s hips, a recently discovered weak point of his.

“WaitwahehetWAHAHEHET NOHOHO! I KNEHEHEW YOU WERE A CHEHEHEATER!”

“You wound me, Ryuji,” Ren started, “I’m defending myself!  Why would I need to cheat?” He asked as if he was truly hurt by the accusation.  He continued to knead and tease his friend's hips, holding strong against every attempt Ryuji made to try to stand.

“Toohoo beheehat meehehehe!” Ryuji cried out, desperately trying to free his hips from Ren’s hands.  Ren, swiftly and cruelly, wormed his fingers under Ryuji’s waistline, just enough to contact the taught skin covering the hip bones.  Trading kneading for scratches with his dull fingernails nearly sent Ryuji into hysterics.  His cackle jumped up to a full-blown, unhindered belly laugh.

“Clearly, I don’t need to cheat to beat you. I’m just a natural at most things, it seems,” he teased.  He didn’t know exactly why, but he enjoyed antagonizing his friend this way, especially while he was coaxing out the most unabashed giggles from him. 

“Imagine if Shadows fought this way.  You wouldn’t have a chance,” Ren started, “All they would have to do is this,” and spidered his fingers along not just the hip bones, but up his sides and across is belly.  Ryuji screeched, trying to grab the offending hands while enduring a barrage of ticklish jolts that were turning his mind and muscles to mush. 

“YOHOHOU’RE ASKING FOHOHOR IT!”

“Even if I was, you aren’t so scary right now.  You’d think someone with the name Skull would be more of a threat.”  

That did it. Ryuji, mind still fuzzy, lunged forward, breaking out of Ren’s “lethal” grip.  He grabbed one of Ren’s ankles.  He scribbled all along his socked sole, hoping to throw his leader off guard.  Sure enough, Ren’s head was thrown back in a surprised yelp before devolving into bubbling, boyish giggles.

“Dohohohon’t! Quihihihit, Ryeeehehehujii!” Ren spat through his cackles, hoping not to hurt his friend with his spastic kicking. Ryuji, on the other hand, was glad to be catching his breath.  And while he regained breath, he also regained his deviousness.

“Don’t quit? Didn’t plan to, chuckles.”

“Nohoho nahahame calling!” Ren retorted.  He couldn’t reach Ryuji’s hips again from where he scooted forward to sit closer to his ankles.  Smart, so now he wouldn’t get kicked in the head, but it put Ren in a position without many options. 

“You want scary? I’ll give you scary!” Ryuji, fired up now that he had the upper hand again, shifted slightly so his wiggling fingers were in plain view, slowly descending toward Ren’s captured foot. Despite himself knowing this tactic, he couldn’t stop himself from giggling at such anticipation.  He yelped when Ryuji just barely grazed the tops of his toes, and the blonde assailant shot his hand back up to repeat the maddening process.

“And you want to talk about me! The Shadows would only have to think about tickling you and you’d be a mess!”

“Ryeehehehujihehe, pleeheheease!”

“Please what, fearless leader?”

“Geehehet on wiheheth it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude. I’m not even touching you.” Though he tried, Ryuji couldn’t keep a straight face through the whole interaction.

Ren groaned, and ultimately resigned to his fate, however long that would take. But then he found his assailant’s own socked foot and grabbed his ankle.  Ryuji paused, and Ren took in several breaths, keeping his other hand poised for attack on Ryuji’s sole.

“Ihi’ll make your life reheally hard, don’t you dare,”  Ren smirked, noting the preliminary giggles lacing the threat. He twitched his fingers and Ryuji jumped.

“Another bad spot? You make a lot of threats for someone with so many weak points.”

“HA! You’re one to talk. At least I don’t deny it as it’s happening.” Ren only rolled his eyes and felt the blush that finally started to settle come back.

“Don’t be embarrassed or anything, dude. I’m not.  Makes us human, ya know?” Ren met his eyes and smiled genuinely, but twitched his fingers again on Ryuji’s sole, causing another jolt.

“Okay, bro moment’s over, you’re deHEHEHAHAHAD!” Ren, knowing he was instigating and still pinned, made sure to get the first move in.

“Don’t you mean a bro-ment?” Ryuji’s cackles, like Ren’s earlier, picked up at the pun.

“Yooohoohou deheheserve this!” Skull claimed, haphazardly tearing off Ren’s sock, skittering lightly from heel to toe. He immediately relented his own attack and squealed before his giggles came bubbling over. 

“You like that, huh?”

“NOOOHOOHOO I DOHOHON’T!” he denied, a little too vehemently. He didn’t understand how just a few well-placed swipes on such a small part of the body could render him to such a state. Whether Ryuji was aware or not, Ren wasn’t sure, but every time those malicious fingers wandered too close to his toes, his laughter kicked up an octave. Ryuji snickered.

“Dude, yoohoou make the best noises.  I could do this aaaaallllll day!”

“PLEHEHEASE DOHOHON’T!” Ren spat, tapping the couch, trying to signal he had enough.  Ryuji obliged immediately, finally removing himself from on top of his friend and sat on the floor to allow him to recover.  Ren, still catching his breath, shot up and put his sock back on, catching Ryuji’s glance.  Chuckling, Ryuji reached and patted Ren’s back reassuringly.

“*pant*... asshole... *pant*,”

“Ready for another round?” Ryuji asked.

“NO!” Ren boomed, already curling in on himself.  Ryuji was startled, but then laughed at his poor friend.

“Another round of the game, dude!”

[wendolylex]

[yallmakemyassitch]

Here me out. ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

This is a redo, I accidentally posted my og draft. But 2nd time's the charm right?

Okay soooo, y'know how b3 solazar has those really long arms with large, thick fingers? Well recently I remembered an old speedpaint from my childhood that I adored because; posting a tickle comic just on the internet for lil' ol me fed my hyperfixation like no other. Along with that, it's just super adorable. Anyways I used that as inspiration to create this!

My fixation over ENTITY isn't going anywhere any time soon so please excuse my prolonged silliness over the funni blue man. Happy holidays, my darlings! I'm on Christmas break now (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧🩷!!!

Inspiration under cut (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)🩷

The art and speedpaint I was referring to in question is created by the wonderful, radiant @Mindless Corporation on deviantart! Merci beaucoup pour la meilluer l'art! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) 🩷

Yes they are mystery skull ocs. Yes I did watch the speedpaint a lot during my peak fixation when I was younger. Love the yellow fire lady's hair tho, so cool hot and stunning! Love all the designs really, very diverse and creative cast or characters!!! 🌟🌟🌟(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

[tumiyu]

I don't care if Lewis lost to a british robot Mike wazowski looking ass, HE WON FOR THE FIRST TIME LETS GOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

[ask-gentleman-steampunk-onceler]

*shy sock* since you’re in my universe atm…would you like to get milkshakes? *sways from side to side*

*stops writing letters and puts them into pocket* “Of course! I love milkshakes! Where shall we go to get them? :D”

[thatoneticklewriter]

Smile for me

(Ler!Gaming/Lee!Kinich)

Summary: Gaming tags along with Aether on his trip back to Natlan to meet one of his newest friends, Kinich. Though Gaming thinks the raven despises him and asks Aether advice on how to make him smile.

Gaming hums behind Aether and Paimon as they stroll around the grassy terrain of Natlan. Aether was visiting a friend of his and happened to run into Gaming who had nothing better to do but tag along.

“Tell me about your new friend, Aether!” The brunette exclaims.

“He’s scary.” Paimon answers and Aether laughs shaking his head.

“He’s not scary, Paimon.” The blonde shrugs off the girl. “He’s just quiet.”

“That’s okay. Chongyun and Xiao are pretty quiet too, if he’s like them I can handle it.” Gaming says thinking of his friends back in Liyue.

“And he has that awful disease of a companion with him too!” Paimon frowns. “What’s his name? Axel or something?”

“His name is Ajaw.” Aether corrects. “He may be a pain but he’s a part of Kinich so we gotta be nice to him too.”

“He better not cause any problems.” Paimon huffed.

“Wow this new friend sounds like fun! I can’t wait to meet him.” Gaming’s eyes lit up at the thought of meeting someone new.

The bi color haired boy is known for his extroverted tendencies befriending anyone he crosses paths with.

“There he is!” Aether spots Kinich standing near his tribe camp.

Ajaw is flying next to the raven scolding him about something.

Gaming is star struck by the raven’s emerald lizard like eyes and tan skin that glistens in the sunlight. He had to be his friend!

“Hey Kinich! I hope it’s okay that we brought a friend along with us.” Aether bows his head to the raven.

“It’s fine.” Is all Kinich says giving Gaming a look before turning his attention back to the fire.

“My name is Gaming and I’m from Liyue. It’s so nice to meet you!” Gaming holds out his hand towards the raven who just looks at it.

“Yeah nice to meet you.” The raven doesn’t return the handshake continuing to roast the fish over the fire.

“Remember I don’t like mine too crispy!” Ajaw orders to the raven.

“You will get yours how I cook it.” Kinich shoos him away.

“Whats that thing? He’s kinda cute.” Gaming widens his eyes at Ajaw.

“My nightmare, my headaches and my back pain.” Kinich answers glaring at the pixel creature.

“Hey! I’m not cute! Get that through your thick skull!” Ajaw snaps at the bi color haired boy.

“But you’re so small.” Gaming continues to tease the creature.

Aether and Paimon get started on the picnic laying out the quilt along as passing around plates and utensils.

During dinner Gaming tries to make conversation with Kinich but the raven would only give him one word answers. Though whenever Aether would tell a story at the picnic, he had Kinich’s undivided attention. Did the raven not like him somehow? It couldn’t be! Gaming was the most likable person on this earth. From what he recalled, he’s never had any enemies.

Gaming also decides to compliment the raven’s looks such as his headband and his boots. The raven only says a brief thanks not even bothering to look him in the face. Hmm, he’s never had anyone treat him like this before.

“Hey, does your friend not like me?” Gaming couldn’t help but ask Aether on their way back to their hotel room after parting ways with Kinich and Ajaw.

“What do you mean?” Aether raises an eyebrow tilting his head to the side.

“Well, he barely talked to me as if I didn’t exist plus he never makes eye contact with me. Did I do something wrong?” A pout forms on Gaming’s face.

A laugh escapes from Aether’s lips. “Kinich is just very introverted, don’t take it personally. If you think he has a problem with you, you can talk to him in the morning before we leave.”

“Oh I see.” Gaming hums tapping his chin. “I just never seen him smile so I don’t know if he’s happy most of the time.”

“He definitely smiles. It may not be big but it’s there.” Aether remarked. “If you want to see him smile, he’s quite ticklish.”

“Really?” A smug smile forms on Gaming’s face.

“Yep! Aether pinned him down one time in a tickle fight, it was fun to watch!” Paimon expresses.

“Oh shoot!” Gaming checks his pockets realizing he left his watch at Kinich’s camp. “I think I left my watch. I’ll have to go back and get it.”

“Do you want us to accompany you?” Aether questions and Gaming shakes his head.

“I remember where the camp is! Plus I’ll take your advice on making Kinich smile.” Gaming sends him a wave before storming out of the hotel room.

Gaming spots the familiar camp with Kinich’s tribe members a few feet away. The bi color haired boy asks the members if they seen a particular wrist watch and they shake their heads.

“What’re you doing back here?” He hears Kinich’s voice behind him and Gaming literally jumps three feet in the air.

“Oh uh I lost my watch and I was asking around if anyone’s seen it.” He anxiously rubs the back of his neck.

“You left it in the picnic basket.” Kinich hands the bi color haired boy’s watch which is unusually warm.

“Thanks so much!”

“Yeah, you should leave now.” Kinich gestures towards the pathway leading to the city.

“Is there a problem between us?” Gaming blurts out.

“Excuse me?” Kinich raises an eyebrow.

“Well you’re always so short with me as if you don’t want to be friends. Do you hate me or something?”

The raven pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t hate you. I barely even know you. So for you to make assumptions like that is unfair, don’t you think?”

“Hmm you’re right. You’re just so quiet around me but with Aether you talk to him a lot.”

“Because I know him.” Kinich states.

“And you never smile either.” Gaming squints his eyes at him.

“Sometimes there’s no need to smile.” The Raven nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.

“ Aether told me something interesting about you. I hope it’s okay that I try it out to make sure he wasn’t lying.” Without another word, Gaming tackles Kinich to the ground catching the raven off guard.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Kinich raises his voice at the bi color haired boy who has the raven’s arms pinned above his head.

“Making you smile.” Gaming smirks digging his fingers into the other’s armpits.

A soft chuckle is heard from the raven who bites his lips. Jackpot.

“So you are indeed ticklish.” The bi color haired boy ponders poking and prodding at the raven’s upper ribs.

“You proved your point, can you stop now?” Kinich tries to push him away with a tiny smile on his face.

“Get his sides.” Ajaw whispers into Gaming’s ears.

Kinich almost gasps at the betrayal and Gaming is on top of the raven straddling him as he squeezes at his sides.

The raven bursts out into bubbly laughter attempting to push Gaming’s hands away. The bi color haired boy’s heart stirs a beat getting a good look at Kinich’s smile. The smile could literally kill someone by how wholesome and sweet it is.

“What about here?” Gaming teases the other slightly lifting up his shirt to scratch at his tummy.

“Hah, no.” A small squeak erupts from the raven as he flinches from the other’s touch.

“Sounds pretty ticklish to me.” The bi color haired boy snickers continuing to assault his abdomen even wiggling a finger inside his navel earning a squeal from the raven.

Kinich is writhing underneath Gaming, his hair splayed out in all directions, and his eyes closed shut. This is getting dangerous.

Gaming also playfully experiments with the other’s hips as he squeezes the fleshy skin. Kinich literally spasms trying to curl himself into a ball. When that didn’t work, Kinich attempts to tickle Gaming himself poking at his sides.

Though the bi color haired boy’s will to make him smile was stronger as he blows a raspberry against his side. Kinich cutely giggles and squirms at the sensation clutching his abdomen.

“Wow you really can smile.” Gaming decides that the raven has had enough releasing him from his grasp.

“You say that as if I’m not a human.” The raven frowns at the other who puts his hands up in surrender.

“Never said you weren’t. Though you should smile more often, it looks good on you.” Gaming winks an eye at the raven.

“I’ll think about it.” A red hue forms on Kinich’s cheeks.

“See you tomorrow!” Gaming cheerfully waves at the raven before jogging towards the city.

Okay next step. Ask Kinich out on a date.

[eightball-chronicles]

Cheering Up Daisuke!

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inspired by some absolutely delicious art by @al1en-invasi0n !!! check em out theyre so yummy :3

this MIGHT be my first time writing a tk fic (it is) so please don't bully me gangalang ,,, criticism is accepted just be nice to me [cry] also was writen on laptop so if the formats weird i apologize oops ...

lee! daisuke, ler! curly (NON SHIP !!!!!)

tw / cw : tks, starts off a wee bit sad, mention of jeopardy (j*mmy)

word count : 3151 under the cut

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"Get it through your goddamn skull! That vent is strictly off limits! Fully fuckin' collapsed inside!" 

It was safe to say that Swansea was pissed. Daisuke, just released from the emergency foam he'd accidentally triggered, was awkwardly shuffling in place as he received yet another earful from his mentor. He messed up, sure, but really? His legs hurt already from being trapped not too long ago, he didn't want his head to follow suit.  

"You looking to get impaled, electrocuted, and cooked?!" Swansea's usual scowl was far more intense than usual; it was obvious to Curly, at least. As captain, he knew he'd have to intervene soon. Before he could, however, Daisuke spoke out: 

"Yeah, but like, you can't fit in there to fix it, right? So I can totally handle it." 

An uncomfortable silence filled the utility room. the three men stood in as the younger's words marinated. Swansea's eye twitched, clearly agitated. Curly really needed to say something - if he doesn't, who knows what Swansea would- 

"Captain." 

He stiffened slightly, worried what the older man was planning.  Swansea extended his hand out to the captain, demanding the axe. Curly saw Daisuke twiddling his fingers from the corner of his eye. Both their heads moved in unison with Swansea's arm. "Swansea," Curly started, handing the mechanic the axe, "this could've damaged the pods. You can't let something like this happen again." 

"Yeah, yeah...I got it." Swansea took the axe and swung it to rest on his shoulder. "Loud and clear." Slightly less tense than before, Curly placed his hand on his hip. "Keep the axe until you've cleaned this all up, yeah?" Swansea nodded with a huff, shifting his attention to his intern. Who was still fidgeting his hands. He looked up shyly as he spoke: "It's ok to be big, boss! "My gramps was super huge! And he lived until, like, 60!" 

Oh shit. 

Curly nervously looked to Swansea, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Daisuke, unaware of the weight of his words, smiled softly. Curly's attention shifted when he noticed Jimmy standing by the utility room door. He saw it as a reason to excuse himself from the heavy tension between the two men before him. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Curly swiftly made his way towards his co-pilot. Daisuke, finally noticing Swansea's mood, silently cursed at his captain for abandoning him. And as soon as he did... 

Swansea went off. Yelling all sorts of nonsense about safety and protocol that Daisuke didn't care to hear for the thirteenth time that week. Instead, trying to focus his attention on the conversation taking place behind his mentor. Unfortunately, he found it to be quite difficult. Something about being sane, psych evals, Anya - what was that about cartoon horses? 

Just as the two men started to walk off, Swansea yelled louder, noticing his intern not listening. This brought a new wave of lecturing, and Daisuke was *not* having it. He didn't even care if Swansea said the winning lottery numbers, he just wanted him to shut up. Much to his dismay, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon... 

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Curly just sent Jimmy away after receiving a letter from the higherups. He reread its contents again, confirming what it said as if he had somehow misread the whole thing. Pony Express is shutting down? How could this happen? How will he tell the crew? Although instructed to not break the news until later, Curly was unsure if he could do that. Sighing heavily, the captain decided to get some fresh air. Well, not exactly - just whatever was breathable outside the weighty air of the cockpit. 

Ready to open the door at the end of the hallway, Curly was stopped by Swansea's presence behind it. He noticed something off immediately; his familiar frown replaced with a more concerned expression. Curly questioned it without a second thought, to which Swansea replied: "It's about Daisuke. After you left, I kind of went off. I...I think I went too hard on him. I've lectured him a bunch of times before, but he seemed more down this time." 

"Oh? How so?" Curly asked, putting a hand to his chin. Swansea shifted his weight before continuing: "After I run my mouth to him, he usually puts on this dramatic act and pouts when I dismiss him to go somewhere else. This time seemed different. I don't know how to explain it, but I think I hurt the kid." 

Swansea ended his explanation with a deep sigh as he lowered his head; he clearly felt guilty, and Curly understood as much. "Have you tried talking to him?" 

"I'm not too sure how thrilled he'd be to see me right now. I don't wanna scare the poor thing any more than I already have.  Plus, I don't know where he's at." 

Curly nodded before Swansea spoke up again. "Do you think you can talk to him?" The captain thought for a brief moment before reaching out to the worried man, patting his shoulder. "Of course I can. I'll go look for him and cheer him up, promise! You can go rest if you'd like, just make sure the foam in utility gets cleared up later, yeah?" 

To this, Swansea relaxed, wearing an uncommon smile. He nodded as he thanked Curly and walked off. The now determined captain headed off with a mission in mind; he was going to get Daisuke to smile, no matter the cost. 

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If you disregard the sobs, the cargo room was quiet. The vast space left a slight echo on Daisuke's cries. He sat on the stairs, head between his knees and arms around his shins. His mind ran as fast as the ship he resided on. Why was Swansea so much angrier than usual? He was just trying to help; he was his intern after all. Then again, he practically called him fat and kinda sorta maybe implied he would die at 60... 

Damn, why would he say that? 

At this point, Daisuke's thoughts were racing a million miles a minute. The grip on his pants tightened as he cried. God, he's a screwup. No wonder his parents sent him away on this internship. He was annoying at home, and he's annoying in space. Will he ever learn to keep his mouth shut? He was so lost in his head that he didn't hear the door open behind him, or the footsteps that followed it. 

"Daisuke?" 

Said boy jumped a foot as he frantically wiped his eyes. He turned to face the source of the voice, trying to put on an act and forced a smile. But that smile shook, and Curly noticed. "Hey, captain! What's up?"  

"I should be asking you that. Are you ok?" 

Daisuke flinched slightly, his fake smile faltered as his shoulders began to tremble again. "I...I-I just...Swansea..." He didn't get anything else out after that, nothing that was intelligible, at least. He broke down again, turning around and placed his head back on his knees. Curly frowned as he made his way to Daisuke. He sat to his left on the stairs, rubbing the boy's back as he tried to soothe him. He let him cry it out until he was left only sniffling. Only then did he decide to speak out. "C'mon Daisuke, talk to me. Swansea found me earlier and said you were down. What's wrong?" 

He let out a small whimper upon hearing his mentor's name. Shakily, he started: "I-I don't know, I should've just listened to him. I just wanted to help! B-but I screwed up...I-I could've gotten myself seriously hurt, o-or killed, or broken the pods! Those are like, s-super important! Even I know that, yet still acted c-carelessly. N-not only that, I totally offended S-Swansea! H-he probably hates m-me, I c-can't believe I said that...I'm a t-total f-failure, I-" He was getting more panicked as he spoke, voice as shaky as ever. Curly cut him off as he stopped rubbing his back and pulled the boy to him by his waist. Daisuke yelped slightly at the sudden change of contact, yet melted into the side hug.  

"Kid," Curly started, "do you know why Swansea talked to me?" He felt a slight head shake on his shoulder. "Because he was worried for you, Daisuke. He told me he went too hard on you; that he feels bad he might have hurt you. I've never seen a more guilty face on him. And trust me when I say that means a lot. I've worked with him for I don't even know how long. He didn't mean to - Daisuke?" 

His speech was cut when he heard small chortles from the boy in his arm. Curly glanced down, seeing his shoulders tremble once more, differently this time. "Did I...say something funny?" he asked, a confused smile on his face. Daisuke shook his head again, a hand over his mouth. "Nohoho, it's just - your hahand-" Curly's gaze shifted to where his hand resided on the intern's side; it had started subconsciously rubbing him there as it was on Daisuke's back. "What about my hand? Are you hurt here? Oh no, I'm so sor-" 

"No! No, it's not that. I'm not hurt." 

"Oh? Then what is it?" 

Daisuke felt his face heat up. Thank god Curly couldn't see his face. He shifted slightly, unsure how to answer. "I just - it's not - you didn't - uh..." He peeked up to the captain as he trailed off, where he was met with a genuinely concerned face. "I'm afraid I don't follow, you know you can tell me anything, ri-" 

"It just tickled is all..." He mumbled. 

"Come again?" 

With a whine, Daisuke buried his face further into his hand, leaning more onto Curly's shoulder. No matter how many times asked, he didn't say more. Curly, in attempt to get his attention, pinched the boy where his hand still laid; on his waist. What he didn't expect, however, was for Daisuke to chirp at the touch. Now it was Cury's turn to get his mind thinking. Which didn't last long, however, as Daisuke's squeaky voice spoke up: 

"IT TICKLED ALRIGHT?!" 

If he wasn't blushing before, he sure was now. Curly saw the back of Daisuke's neck turn bright pink. Realization struck him shortly after, where a mischievous grin appeared. To confirm the suspicion, Curly pinched his side again, earning another bird-like sound. Oh, he struck gold. 

"Daisuke...are you-" 

"Shut up!" 

Daisuke's neck was now a deep red, his face buried deep in his palms while his fingers grabbed at his hair. His captain walked in on him crying, then he continued to cry *on* his captain, and now this?! Could this be any more embarrassing?! Well, yes, it could. Curly pinched his side for a fourth time. Daisuke whipped his head towards him only to be met with a grin covering half of the blonde's face. "Oh, Daisuke...that isn't a very nice way to speak to your captain now, is it?" 

Fuck. He's cooked. 

"W-w-wait, I-I didn't me-EEHEHEAA!" 

Daisuke was interrupted by his own squeal as Curly opted for pinching at his waist repeatedly rather than in intervals. He instinctively curled in on himself; arms wrapped around his torso while he brought his knees to his chest. While trying to twist away from the offending hand, Daisuke unintentionally leaned into Curly, who went in with his other hand to pinch at the giggling boy's other side. 

He squealed again from the tickly assault suddenly appearing elsewhere. Daisuke started jumping left and right, trying to escape from one hand only to be attacked by the other. Curly switched to poking before long, as this made the younger let out soft snorts as he weakly kicked his legs. The captain chuckled under Daisuke's evergrowing laughter, finding his reactions amusing. "I just cannot believe you told me to shut up. I'm wounded, Daisuke, and your words are the blade. How could you say such a thing?!"  

Said boy could only whine in response, "I dihihidn't mehehean toooooo! C'mohohon cahaptahahahain!"  

"Oh really? And how can I be sure of that, hm?" 

"Plehehehease! I prohohomise! I'm sohohorry, I'm sorryyyyy!" 

"Hmmmm...let me think." Curly pondered dramatically *way* longer than needed as he continued to poke at the intern's torso. Daisuke continued to squeak and giggle as he 'spaced out thinking.' Suddenly, the blonde perked up, "Alright, I've thought about it! I'm not stopping~" He then proceeded to move both his hands to Daisuke's hips, massaging the bone tenderly. 

The reaction was instant. The brunette shot his arms down, body spasming on impact. Grabbing Curly's wrists, Daisuke cackled loudly, unable to control the volume of his voice. His legs now fully kicking out as he spoke, "AAAAAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIT! GOHOD DAMN IT CUHUHURLY STAHAHAHAP!" To this, he gasped loudly; he would've acted out clutching his pearls had his hands not been occupied. "And just who do you think you are?! Talking to me like this...you're awfully ballsy for someone in your position." 

Daisuke could only answer in giggly babbles, unable to get any coherent words out as his hip bones got circles drilled into them. Curly only clicked his tongue in mock annoyance and grabbed Daisuke's left arm with his right, lifting it up. In once swift motion, he left the boy more vulnerable than ever. He gave him a break during this - he didn't want to kill the kid. Taking in big gulps of air, Daisuke had yet to notice the position of his arm. Only when he tried to rub his eyes did he glance up. He knew what was coming. 

Panicked, he locked eyes with his captor, smile wide and bright as his face matched his complimentary floral shirt. "C'mohohon captain! Y-you knohow I didn't mean ihit right? Rihight! S-so let's juhuhust forget this ever happehened!" Daisuke tried to reason with him, but Curly was having none of it. On the contrary, he was having too much fun. "Nuh uh, kid. You've gotta learn how to speak to your superiors. Tsk, young ones these days thinking they're all that. Even though you crumble the second I do...*this*." 

As he finished, his free hand quickly snaked behind Daisuke, going straight to his ribs. He pinched, squeezed, poked; anything to get the brunette to squeal. And squeal he did; his bubbly laughter echoed in the ample space of the cargo room. He tried to grab Curly's hand with his free one, but the captain kept dodging, scratching a new rib in the process. He chuckled as he felt weak tugging on the arm he held up. " 

"Plehehehease, I'm sohorry! I sweahahahar! I-I mehehean it!" 

"Oh, are you now? And how can I believe that?" 

Daisuke groaned between giggles before he spoke, "I prohohomise! I promihihise I'm sohorry!" 

Curly lifted an eyebrow at the intern, his bright smile showing off the gap between his front teeth. The sight brought his own smile to grow in size. "Okay, let's say I believe you then. You're forgiven, bud." 

"Thehen why aren't yohohou stohohohoping?!" 

He chuckled at the naivety shown before him, shifting so he faced the boy before he answered, "Did you forget why I came here in the first place?" Daisuke whined in response, brain short circuiting as he felt fingers drilling into his torso, letting out a scream at his uppermost rib was attacked. "Oh c'mohohohohOHAHAH -  CURLY! Quit ihihit! That tickles!" 

Curly shook his head slightly, seeing the intern's blush deepen upon saying the word. "Sorry, Daisuke. Swansea said you were being gloomy earlier. We can't have that now, can we?" Said boy threw his head back as Curly formed a vibrating claw against the space between his highest rib and armpit. He snorted loudly from the sensation, barely able to form coherent words. "OKAHAY, OKAY! I'LL CHEHEHEHER UHUP! PROMISE! I PROHOMIHIHISE!" Daisuke ended his plea with a wheeze, laughter getting more strained. Curly saw this as a sign to wrap things up, slowing his fingers until the tickling came to a full stop. He let go of the boy's hand, where it fell to his side as he curled into himself next to his captain.  

Curly once again rubbed the younger's back, hoping he didn't go too far as he giggled between gasps of air. Daisuke held his sides, still feeling the tingly sensation on his body. Once his breathing calmed down a bit, Curly decided to speak up, "Are you alright? I didn't do too much, right?" He received a head shake in return; the redness on the boy's neck showed he was too flustered to speak. 

"You really shouldn't be too hard on yourself, you know? Swansea cares for you. He doesn't show it much, but he really does. Sure, he gets mad sometimes, but that's just who he is. Like I said earlier, he's the one who came to me about you; he was worried sick!" Daisuke glanced up at Curly's speech, eyes widened slightly with curiosity. "To tell you the truth," the blonde continued, "his own kids moved out a while ago. I think he misses them; not like he'd ever admit that, though. I have a suspicion that you remind him of them. Gets his dad-gears turning. His fatherly instincts probably kicked in earlier when you set off the foam. Do you get what I'm trying to say?" 

Daisuke nodded his head, a tiny nervous smile on his face as he took in the confession. Did Swansea really feel that way? "Do you really think that's true?" Curly's gaze met his, flashing him a proud grin; "I know it's true! Don't tell him I said anything, though. He'd deny it to the moon and back." To this Daisuke breathed a sigh of relief, letting a small chuckle slip. He sat up from his ball-like position to fully face Curly, returning the smile. "Thanks, captain!" 

The captain felt his heart slightly melt at the sight of the joyous boy. Wrapping his arm around him for another side hug, rustling his hair with his other hand. "No worries! I'll always be here. As long as you keep that attitude at bay. Don't think I won't put you in check, young man." Curly poked his side as he finished, earning one last squeak from the previously giggly intern. Daisuke jumped out of the captain's arms before he could try anything again, dramatically taking a defensive stance. He winked in his silly pose. "No promises~" he sang as he walked backwards to the door. It automatically opened, causing him to turn around and jump slightly. Curly stifled a laugh as Daisuke turned around, face slightly dusted pink. He stormed off, grumbling as he left the cargo room for good. Curly giggled to himself, still sat on the stairs, reflecting on his crew and each of their colorful personalities. 

Yup, he was glad to be captain. 

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[angelatmidnight1]

I was wondering if you had any Lee!Astarion headcanons? The man deserves love and laughter 😭

A/N: He does, so I gave these a try. I mainly listened/watched a lot of Neil Newbon's streams to help with these so I hope they're in character for Astarion.

Lee!Astarion Tickle Headcanons

“You’re staring at me again. What do you want?”

Astarion is initially guarded when it comes to being tickled; it’s one thing when he’s the one doling them out, it’s another thing for him to be vulnerable and giggly with someone else.

He didn’t have any of those softer moments for nearly two centuries. So, the prospect of being tickled was pushed far out of his mind.

Asking him if he’s ticklish in the earlier parts of the adventure will only have him scoffing and rolling his eyes. “There’s a tadpole swimming in our skulls, and you’re asking me that? Your timing is impeccable.”

If he becomes more comfortable around someone and he’s asked the same question, he’s a bit less guarded, but he still deflects the question. He may even offer a flirty response if the asker is someone he likes. “You know, If you’re so eager to touch me, all you have to do is ask, darling.”

The truth is that Astarion isn’t sure if he’s ticklish or not. It’s easier to deflect or say that he isn’t instead of admitting to something that could be used against him. 

It’ll take some time for him to be open to the idea of being tickled, so surprise attacks don’t initially go over well with him. He’ll get snappy and slap the offending hand away. 

As a friendship and/or a romantic partnership is established, when Astarion trusts you, he slowly opens up to the idea. He’d never tell a living soul, or an undead one for that matter, but he secretly enjoys it.

The initial experiences he had with tickling involved him sitting up, hands free, allowing his ‘ler to gradually introduce him to it. He gritted his teeth, suppressing much of his laughter, but it didn’t last too long. Astarion is very ticklish. 

His laugh is normally practiced: light, musical, and charming. His genuine laugh ranges from manic giggles or loud cackles. Still adorable, but he gets flustered if it’s pointed out. 

Astarion covers his face or torso more than wrestling with his ‘ler’s hands. It doesn’t do much to ward off the ticklish sensations, and unconsciously gives the notion that maybe he doesn’t mind it.  He’ll deny it backwards and forwards if someone calls it out. 

In truth, laughing himself silly can be cathartic for him. He feels safe and lighter and is able to explore a more innocent intimacy without feeling guilty or uncomfortable. 

Astarion’s a super teasy ‘ler himself, but being on the receiving end of teases is a novel experience for him. And they’re met with snippy retorts or lighthearted threats or insults, ranging from “I’m gohohoing to fuhucking kihill youhu” or “juhuhust wahahait until I geheht my hahahnds on youhu”. 

He’s ticklish everywhere but is especially ticklish on his underarms, hips, and ears.

Sometimes he hiccups or coughs if he’s laughing hard enough. And if he isn’t covering his face, his fangs are on full display. 

When he’s more comfortable with his companions, playful tickle attacks aren’t met with as much of a bite. Squeezing his sides while he’s not paying attention will earn his ‘ler a squealing “AAAHAHA”, and revenge will be swift.  “Think you’re funny, do you? Come here!”

He also appreciates gentle, almost massage-like tickles from a partner every now and again. Tickles where he doesn’t immediately jump away and maybe even lean into them a bit. Sneaking in kisses will elicit gentle smiles and sighs. “I do rather like that, you know. The massage, I mean. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind doing it again for me, hm?”

[bimobuddy]

Light in a Dark Place

SFW Hazbin tickle fic

Ler!Lilith, Lee!Lucifer

note: I've heard that Lilith's horns were just part of her crown and not actually attached, but for this fic, let's pretend they're real

CW: Mention of her horns growing and how painful it was, but nothing major

Summary: Having just been cast out of Heaven, the couple only has each other for comfort. When Lilith discovers that she can pull her favorite sound out of her husband, she jumps at the chance to do so.

Her head was still tender from the sudden growth of horns. She remembered how painful it had been for them to break the skin and grow out of her skull. How Lucifer had held her the entire time, comforting her through it.

And she'd often try to return that feeling to him. She'd started with words, and soft touching, usually just holding his hand or cupping his cheeks. At first she was worried she wasn't doing it right, or that she couldn't give back the same feeling he had given her, but after seeing the lovestruck look in his eye, she figured she was doing okay.

She had a hard time fixing her hair without wincing in pain. Luckily, Lucifer would often do it for her, always careful to avoid touching her horns.

Still new to existence, Lilith was still figuring out what love was, but she had come to realize that when Lucifer was gentle with her, that must have been what it felt like.

Not long after they fell together, Lucifer had created a home for them to live in. It was small for now, but Lucifer loved to go on and on about the future, promising her a big castle to rule in. Speaking of the Devil, he was sat on the floor behind her, trying to brush out his wings, which was rather hard to do by himself, since it was usually a social activity, done by other angels.

Lilith carefully ran her fingers through her hair that her husband had just brushed for her that morning. She turned away from the window and approached him, wordlessly taking the brush from him as she sat down. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Lucifer understood what she meant was, 'Here darling, I've got you.'

Lilith had never brushed an angel's wings before. She tilted her head a little and decided to just start at the base, close to where they connected to his back. As the bristles pushed through the soft downy feathers and brushed against the skin underneath, Lucifer jumped, flapping his wings out of reflex, accidentally hitting his wife in the process. Immediately, he folded in all six wings and spun around, gently cupping her face to see if he had hurt her.

"Lilly?"

"I'm alright."

She watched as her angel visibly relaxed, his wings unfolding a little and resting on the floor. "I'm sorry, dear, it was just a reflex. I should have warned you, my wings are really ticklish- My brothers used to have to hold them down so I didn't hit Michael while he preened them."

His already-red cheeks flushed as he said this, and he would have continued to ramble if he hadn't caught the confusion on Lilith's face. "What's ticklish?" She asked.

Lucifer's cheeks seemed to get ever redder. "Well, it's... How do I explain it? Give me your hand, lovely." As she did, he gently traced his fingers up her forearm, looking for any sort of reaction. When she just watched his hand and tilted her head, he wondered if she maybe wasn't ticklish.

"Is it supposed to... buzz?" She asked. Lucifer nodded. "Yes, that's ticklish. However it seems you're not very ticklish here.. Maybe we can test that out later, but for me, it's like that buzzing feeling but.. well a lot more intense."

"Where else does it work?" She asked. Lucifer normally wouldn't have told anyone, but how could he say no to that face? The way she looked at him with so much excitement and love.

"It makes you laugh," she said, "It's a reflex." Lucifer couldn't help but be a little surprised that she learned that so quickly. He nodded. "Yeah." Lilith picked him up and placed him in her lap with a smile (one that flustered the hell out of the angel) and seemed to look him over.

He sighed, blushing. "A-Anywhere, really, just be gehe- gehehehentle!" He started giggling, slapping his hands over his face to 'hide' as she started to trace over his tummy. Her first time exploring this and she somehow already found one of his worse spots.

As Lilith continued to trace circles around his belly, she noticed he had started to softly kick his legs out against the floor, giggling up a storm behind his hands. Curiously, she took ahold of one of his legs and started to squeeze his thigh, getting a loud squeal out of him. "AHA! Lihihilly, plehehease!"

"Does this make you happy?" She asked randomly, gently skittering at the back of his knee. Lucifer blushed hard at this question "Whahahat?" He asked, his giggles getting squeakier. She stopped tickling him and cupped his face, leaning in close.

"Does this make you happy?" She repeated. "When I tickle you, do you like it?"

He felt his whole face go red as he burst into soft, flustered giggles, turning his head so his face was buried into one of her hands. "You cahahan't juhust ahahask thahat!"

Seeing her husband suddenly so shy and giggly got her chuckling as well as she took his hands, leaning their foreheads together. She may have been the more serious of the two, but she loved silly moments like this with her goofy little angel. "Whyhy not?"

"Becahause it's- well it's silly." Lucifer answered, looking away. Lilith gently cupped his cheek and guided his head back to look at her. "You're silly, answering this question should be easy for you."

The king leaned his head into her hand. "...Yes, it does make me happy, especially when it's you." He held his hand over hers and turned his head to kiss her palm. The gesture was so simple, but still got Lilith blushing. She rarely ever got shy or flustered, it just wasn't like her.

She saw Lucifer open his mouth to comment on it, probably to tease her, but she got him first, gently squeezing his hips. He wheezed and bucked, tossing his head back in angelic laughter.

"Lihihihilly! Wahahahahait! Hahahaha!"

He tried to curl up and protect himself, but never pushed her away. Even when she squished up and down his thighs, he couldn't push her away. Instead, he just laid there and cackled.

Lilith smiled and scribbled up his ribs until she gently dug into his underarms, getting him to squeal and arch his back. He clamped his arms down over her hands and giggled frantically, and she just loved it. His laugh was her favorite song.

She was definitely going to do this more often.

[lovemybluebully]

I've decided I am going to project onto Laura bc she seems like the type to be ticklish but takes a while to actually start laughing about it. She makes weird noises and jerks around but the laugh just gets caught in her throat at first.

Maybe when she goes to the school or someone in their friend group pokes her and they go through the "aw man youre not ticklish" spiel but she felt it and now she is Thinking about it. She sees Wade, master of provoking others into tickling him and decides to copy it. She is very obvious about it. When Wade brought it up he got jabbed over it.

Both Logan and Laura will have to stop themselves from stabbing as a knee-jerk reaction if its a suprise attack. But if Laura sees it coming then she usually doesn't react from just a few pokes or a squeeze so a lot of people just assume she isnt ticklish. But her new family is very persistent and no way in hell would Wade accept her not being ticklish at least somewhere. When she finally broke out in giggles Wade almost exploded, saying how cute she was and how nice her laugh sounded and even while she was yelling at him to piss off, like Logan it is very obvious that she is not fighting back or trying very hard to get it to stop.

I feel like her ribs and knees are really bad but her worst spot is her stomach, and Wade would definetly make a game out of comparing tickle spots with her and Logan since they're clones. I'm compelled to make her feet super ticklish too because, foot claws, but there is the aspect of her ler potentially getting kebabed through the skull if she kicks them on accident to consider. But honestly neither Wade nor Logan would be deterred by stab wounds. Wade has fun tormenting her, and usually remains unmauled if not smothered by a pillow if he's being particularly insufferable. Logan is much more gentle, he tries to be soft with her.

she's a big fan of hand traces and given the choice she usually likes gentler tickles if she's in a proper lee mood, but tousling around and play fighting is just as fun. She likes to use tickling to extort people, getting them to admit or promise things. And while it's very hard to beat her in a tickle fight if she has something to gain from winning, that only makes it very obvious how often she just gives in.

Its nice being playful, and while she's a little bashful about enjoying something childish it is undeniably fun for her.

-Spider Anon 🕷

More Spider Anon! 🥰

Yes yes, this is very cute. I too believe it would take Laura a little time to not be so mentally resistant to being tickled. Poor thing didn't grow up getting to experience friendly touches so naturally her mind is going to go into a protective state at first. But once Wade makes it his mission to get her to break and finally succeeds then it all just starts becoming gradually easier to get a reaction from her. Cute little angry, clawed people being so touch starved and trying to act like they don't like the tickling, but doing jack shit to stop it. 😆

With her being a clone Wade would definitely go after the spots on her that he knew Logan was ticklish so her stomach or somewhere near it would definitely be her worst spot. lol And I feel like the potential of getting stabbed by a foot would just make that spot much more enticing to Wade as a game to see how long he could avoid it. Though she'd have to release her foot claws for that to even be a possibility and after a while she probably keeps them in most of the time if she can help it.

Wade is definitely the one to instigate no-holds-barred tickle fights with her while Logan would likely tickle her, as you said, in a gentler way like if he's just trying to get a smile out of her or she gets a little too sassy with him. They better watch out though if she's determined to not go down so easily because it's always fun to make a grown ass man beg for mercy. 🤣

[tword-brainrot]

The Spider’s Den

Wilson finds himself caught by a more playful than usual House. Chaos ensues.

Lee: Wilson 🖊️

Ler: House 🏡

Word count: ~1400

 “Yes, of course. No I mean..huh?!”

Wilson’s eyes shot up from his paper, the not so Freudian slip causing his face to burn a bright red.

“I didn’t stutter this time, Jimmy~”

House teased, raising his wiggling fingers to him.

“W-wait! Hold on hold OHohon!!!!”

Wilson attempted to reason with him, already giggling madly.

House smirked at him menacingly.

“Holding…”

He jived, stilling his fingers but, keeping them poised to pounce.

“I-I..you cahahan’t just ask that an expect a strahahahaight answer!”

Wilson squeaked, his smile reaching dangerously cute status.

“But, I did get a straight answer? I asked if you wanted me to tickle you and you said “Yes, of course.” You didn’t even look up from your newspaper until you got all embarrassed…Now, I’ll ask again.”

He paused, pressing his fingers into his sides but, not yet moving them.

“Do you want me to tickle you?”

Wilson gasped, his eyes flitting between House’s hands and his piercing blue gaze. He was a bit shocked with him as prior to this evening, House wasn’t able to as much utter the word “Tickle”, let alone boldly say it 3 times as if he were summoning Beetlejuice.

“I-I….ummm…well..errr..”

He stalled, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Well errrr? Now that’s not confident at all, try again..”

House poked lightly, attempting to force an answer out.

“Ah! Okahahay! Yes, I do…want you to…t-ti….Tihihihi-oh goodness…that is hard to say like this, isn’t it?”

Wilson blushed, fully understanding why poor House couldn’t ask for it before. It was rather embarrassing to be looking up at House with borderline puppy dog eyes instead of simply directly asking.

“Not so easy down there, is it? It’s significantly easier from here.”

House chuckled, waiting patiently for the go ahead from Wilson.

“You’ve got thahat right…ok ok ok. I’ve got this.”

He took a few breaths, as if preparing to ask a more serious question.

“House, will you please tickle mehehe? Dammit, I thohought I could ask without lahahaughing!”

He chuckled, attempting to cover the bright blush on his face. What he couldn’t cover were the dual set of dimples adorning his cheeks.

House bit into his own lip, almost overwhelmed by the adorable display. Almost….

“As you wish~”

House’s voice was as thick as molasses, husky with a growl in the back of his throat. He began to prod at Wilson’s sides, deliberately pressing just below his ribs.

“AHahahaAhaha!!! Nonononono!!”

Wilson cried out, his laughter was nearly bright enough to melt metal.

“No no no? But, you LITERALLY just asked for this!”

House argued, closing in onto Wilson’s stomach.

“Y-You knohohow I don’t mehehehean it though!”

Wilson muffled his giggling, covering his face with his hands.

“So, you’re just saying that? Good, I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon anyways.”

House chuckled as he confirmed this by kneading into Wilson’s tummy as if he were making a loaf of bread.

Wilson wrapped one arm around his torso, his other hand laid against his forehead as his laughter rang through the yellow lit living room.

“You must have really wanted this..I thought this was such a bad spot? And here you are, barely putting up a fight and making moves that are just plain silly…Silly.”

House jived, digging one set of fingers into Wilson’s exposes underarm and the other set place firmly around his navel.

“Ahahahahahaha!!! It-*hic* ihihihis a Bahahahad spohohot! But Ihihi cahahan’t complain, rihihight?”

Wilson cackled, shrugged his shoulders while lifting his arms to a perfect 90° angle.

“Wait..hold that, right there…I have a terrible idea!”

House’s eyes lit up with mischief as a devious idea racked in his skull.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, keeping his arms as in place as possible.

House grabbed his cane from the end table and brought Wilson’s left arm to lie parallel with the floor. He slinked the cane though his first sleeve and out through the other, locking Wilson into place.

“Ah!! What the hell??? It’s cold!”

Wilson shivered at the rod against his back before he realized the rather exposing position he was in.

“Ummmm…is it too late to complain? I think I need to contact my lawyer for breach of contrAHAHAHACKT!!!HAHAHAHOUSE NOHOHOHO!!!”

House abruptly began to scribble into the hallows under Wilson’s arms, leaning into the couch to pin Wilson’s left arm against it.

“You know that a lawyer couldn’t defend you from this, Giggles~”

House drew, dropping one hand to buzz into his pelvis and keeping the other up high to switch between his underarms.

Wilson arched his back, absolutely dissolving into loud laughter. Because of the position he was in, it made it much worse for him as his stomach was left open for House to take his sweet time tapping to the third button of his shirt.

“I’m-gonna-getcha…and there’s-nothing-you can-do about it…”

Each time he paused, a new button was released, keeping the top two, locked to keep Wilson in place.

“Ohgodnonononononono! That’s sohoho nohohot fahahahair!!!”

Wilson squirmed, attempting to cover himself in anyway possible.

“All’s fair in love and war~”

House jived, tracing gentle circles into Wilson’s sides.

Wilson continued to giggle but, not as madly as House was wanting.

He leaned just next to Wilson’s ear to gently peck the side of it, eliciting a squeak from Wilson. He turned the tracing into ghostly scribbling and began to whisper into his ear.

“Aww, does it tickle? Are your neurons misfiring and making you more ticklish? Hmmm?”

“Ahahaha!!! Mahahahaybe??? I don’t *hic* knohohohow!!! Eeeeee!!”

Wilson, simply put, was going absolutely mad, his blush burning into the tips of his ears.

“Scientifically, there’s no evolutionary reason for it besides our less intelligent ancestors needing to know when poisonous spiders were on them.”

As he said spiders, House began to spider his nails across Wilson’s exposed tummy, earning bright manic tittering from him.

“Nononono*hic*hohoho!! No *hic* spiders!!! Plehehehehease!!!”

Wilson squeaked, his hands flapping in vain to release himself from House’s trap.

“Oh but, you’re in the spiders’ den, Jimmy~”

House made this clear by making the spiders move faster, making them “bite” by sporadically adding tiny pinches with his nails.

“And they’re hungry for ticklish little treats, just like you~”

“AHAHA*hic*HAHA-HOUSE!! PLEAsE!! NOHOHOHO SPIDERS!!”

Wilson’s arms went limp against House’s cane, barely putting up a fight besides his loud pleading.

“Well, I could get rid of them…it’s an extreme measure though, it’ll violently kill them all…truly tragic..”

House sniffled facetiously, allowing the “spiders” to continue their attack on poor Wilson.

“PLEHEHEHE*hic*HEHEASEEEE!!!”

House’s grin widened as he was given the ok for the extermination.

“Remember, I warned you~”

House took a deep breath and blew a raspberry directly above Wilson’s Navel causing the “spiders” to “scatter” and “bite” harder as they “died”. He even made his hands continue to twitch a bit as he drew another breath for another.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT, *hic* HOW IS THAHAHAHAT *hic* KILLING THEHEHEHEM???? YOU’RE JUHUHUHUST *hic* KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHE!!!”

Wilson shrieked, now fully thrashing against the couch. House made eye contact with Wilson after deploying the second one to his left side.

“They’re allergic to raspberries, duh.”

House flatly replied, blowing a third one into Wilson’s right side.

“OKAHAHAHAY!!! OKAY!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHORE!!! HAHAHAHOUSE!!”

Wilson was bordering insanity as House blew a final raspberry right atop Wilson’s navel.

“There, all gone!”

House chuckled, very pleased with himself and the display on Wilson’s still cackling face. He was absolutely beaming with joy, completely drunk from the laughing.

Wilson squeaked as House slid his cane out from behind him, finally able to curl his madly laughing self into a little ball next to House.

After a while, House wrapped an arm around a still giggly Wilson, who responded by squeezing both of his arms tightly around House.

“You’re….fucking…evil…”

Wilson finally spoke, giving House the meanest stink eye he could muster with his wide smile.

“You love it and you know it.”

House chuckled, running his hand through Wilson’s hair.

“This was for the bees bit, wasn’t it?”

Wilson asked, looking up at House.

“Absolutely, it was for the bees. I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good bit. Works like a charm.”

House grinned, playfully tapping Wilson on the nose.

(This was prompt #12 on the list! Another excuse for soft boi hours, I love writing them like this 🥹)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Number 19 with Alhaitham as the lee please! Which ler, I’ll leave it up to you!

Tickletober day #19: Arms up!

Oh you know who the ler is 😏

BECAUSE THE WORLD (I) NEED MORE LER KAVEH MWAHAHAHAHA

Villain laugh aside, hope you enjoy :3

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Alhaitham x Kaveh (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Alhaitham

Ler: Kaveh

Warnings: Tickles!

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No matter how stoic or stuck in the mud someone may be, they will always have some sort of weakness, right? Well currently, Alhaitham was cursing up a storm, at least mentally. Kaveh got the grand idea to play a silly game with Alhaitham. Considering the architect would just annoy him further, the scribe went along with his scheme, but now he was really regretting that decision…

“Can’t you get this over with already?...” Alhaitham grumbled out through gritted teeth, his usual grumpy stare burning a hole trough Kaveh’s skull as the latter straddled his waist, while the scribe had been left with the simple instruction to keep his arms up.

“Hush, dear Alhaitham. You musn’t rush perfection~” the blonde responded with a teasing grin, his wiggling fingers hovering right over his roomate’s exposed armpits.

No matter how calm and cool Alhaitham tried to appear, Kaveh had learned to pick up on these small signs that he was getting under his skin. The way his jaw clenches, the small dropplet of sweat along his brow, those unpassionate eyes not daring to break eye contact, it was quite the image.

Why didn’t Alhaitham just lower his arm? It’s not like something is binding him down, but only Alhaitham himself could answer that question, although Kaveh probably has an idea why.

The scribe was as tense as a rock, not daring to even twitch a muscle. Afraid- no definitely not afraid, of what would Kaveh do. More specifically, when he’ll strike. How much longer can he just sit there taunting him like that with that stupid smile of his?!

Alhaitham’s thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle from the other. “Pfft! Alhaitham, your face is all red! I haven’t even done anything, not yet atleast~” he teased with a wink.

It was true, the younger male could feel the warmth radiating from his face. Curse those damn emotions for being so emotional, but can you blame him? Just the thought of those nails scribbling over his vulnerable spots… Gah! Stop it, Alhaitham! This inner monologue of yours is just making this situation even worse.

“Okay, I’m done waiting. I wanna hear you laugh now~” the blonde’s grin switched to a more evil one as his fingers finally dug into the sensitive skin under Alhaitham’s arms.

“AH!—“ the scribe let out a sharp gasp, his arms instantly shooting down as he did everything in his power to hold back the urge to laugh, but tensing so much only made his face redder. The poor guy even squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would somehow make the ticklish feeling magically disappear.

“Oh no! Looks like you dropped your arms” the architect spoke in mock disappointment. “I guess you leave me no choice…~” with that, he pinned Alhaitham’s arms above his head with one hand, while the other dug back into the exposed spot once more.

That’s when all hell went loose and the first cackle was heard. “HNGH! AHAHAHAHA! KAVEH Y-YOU‐ PFFTAHAHAHAHA!” he couldn’t curse at his roomate even if he wanted to, all Alhaitham could do was accept his ticklish fate. Not that it was a bad one, mind you…~

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[ask-gentleman-steampunk-onceler]

“I guess I should at least do something during this... I guess I could do some paperwork!”

(rah I made this like 3 hours ago with a brush I never use because I just use the other better pixel pen but I decided to use it because why not and it was so hard to draw with)

(1/10)

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

Ler!Alhaitham x Lee!Kaveh

Day 4 - Weak Spot

I know that the plot “weak spot” isn’t tied very well in this but I hope you all enjoy it either way ^^

“This is killing me-! How can he say no to this design?!”

Alhaitham came into his house, disappearing to his room immediately upon entry. The Acting Grand Sage wanted nothing to do with whatever it was that the architect was whining about.

“Agh…I followed everything he asked for! I can’t lower the rate or price any more! These materials- this is insane!”

Alhaitham spoke from his seat in his room, “is this level of volume necessary to complete your project?”

“Well- no- but it’s just- it’s really annoying!”

“Oh. I couldn’t tell.”

The architect scoffs, looking away, “can’t you pretend that you care for once?!”

“Fine,” Alhaitham stands up, setting down his book and walking towards the architect.

“Kaveh, I can see more of your designs than I can of the very floor in the house.”

“Well, I’m sorry that you simply don’t understand what the lifestyle of an architect consists of!”

“Does it include being on the poverty line?”

“You-! Ugh- I don’t even know why I bother with you!”

Alhaitham suddenly puts his hand on the window in the back of Kaveh’s shirt.

The architect jolts forward in his seat, caught off-guard, “ghk-! What are you doing?”

Alhaitham speaks from his stance behind Kaveh, “there’s no words that I can say that’ll get through that thick skull you have. So, I’m going to not attempt that route anymore.”

Alhaitham slides his fingers down Kaveh’s shoulder blades, focusing on the muscles right beside the architect’s spine. The Acting Grand Sage knew full well what he was doing.

Kaveh gasps, “ah-! Wh- what are you doing? Stop that-! Gah!”

Completely ignoring his words, Alhaitham continues, “you were at the tavern the other day, as always. You kept griping about how tense your shoulders have been because of stress- and, since you don’t take care of it- you’re making it my problem, so here am I fixing it.”

Alhaitham digs his thumbs into the muscle he was grazing with his fingertips just seconds beforehand.

“Alhaitham wait- don’t!”

Alhaitham ignores Kaveh, continuing with his mischievous massage with the smallest of smirks on his face. Kaveh jolts in his seat, laughter pouring out of him, like the wine that’s seemingly pouring endlessly into his glass at night.

“Hm, I’m surprised that somehow you can become louder than before I came home. I could have sworn I could hear your complaining from the House of Daena. I’ll wager the researchers at Sanctuary of Surasthana can hear you now.”

“Alhaitham-! Wh- hahahahaha! This isn’t- hahaha- helping!! Hahahaha!”

“This is your weak spot, so you might as well embrace it.”

“Wh-? How do you know- hahahahaha!”

“You can barely handle even fabric on this spot, so it’s natural to infer this.”

“Well it’s uncomfortable to wear- gah! Stop it- hahahahaha!”

“Hm, I doubt you actually want me to stop. You are free to stand up and walk away, and yet you haven’t.”

Kaveh’s face flushed. Alhaitham is right- of course he is…when is he not, at this point?

“Just shut it- hahahahahaha!”

“Now you want it to be quiet? Hm, how amusing.”

Kaveh gives up acting like he wants it to end. He needed this attention. He’s been nothing but neglected, and the only attention he got was when he was being degraded or rejected…but just this once…neither of those are the case, and it’s nice to say the least.

Alhaitham stops the massage, walking away to his room silently to continue reading his book.

Kaveh whirls around in his seat, feeling more relaxed but a bit disappointed that it was over, “umm- Alhaitham…?”

The Acting Grand Sage turns, waiting to hear what the roommate had to say.

“Thank you…”

“Sure.”

Alhaitham continued to read his book quietly. For the first night in a while, Kaveh reached for a bottle or water rather than a glass of wine. Maybe this weakness is a secret benefit after all…

[bridgetotheotherside]

Bård og Vegard Ylvisåker valgte Drammen: – Stas

Drammens Tidende, 22.09.2024 [$] [video]

TV-programmet «Ylvis mot Ylvis�� er i gang med sin andre sesong – som nå spilles inn på Tangenkaia i Drammen.

DRAMMEN: Onsdag denne uken strømmet det folk til Tangenkaia – både kjente og ukjente.

I byens nye TV-studio, «Gateway Studios», spilte nemlig TV 2-programmet «Ylvis mot Ylvis» inn første og andre episode av seriens andre sesong.

– Vi har et godt forhold til Drammen, vi har faktisk spilt inn TV her før, men nå er det i et nytt studio og med eget program. Det er stas og det har gått knirkefritt, sier Bård Ylvisåker til Drammens Tidende.

Er med på avgjørelsene

Drammens Tidende møter kjendisbrødrene utenfor studioet – bare få timer før innspillingen gikk av stabelen. Herrene mimrer tilbake til da de var på befaring på Tangenkaia for cirka et halvt år siden.

– Da var det tomt her omtrent, de hadde nettopp sluttet og lage båter, nå er det studio, sier Vegard, og fortsetter:

– Vi har «vampet» det opp det greit i forhold til forrige sesong, det ser «shinet» ut, for å si det mildt.

Brødrene er med på avgjørelsene som skal tas. Både fordi de liker å være med, men også fordi de er en del av produksjonsselskapet. Flere lokaler og studioer ble besøkt – det i Drammen var favoritten, meddeler Bård.

– Vi har også en tanke om at vi er best til å ta avgjørelsene, derfor er vi med, men jeg vet ikke om de andre synes det er gøy at vi er med, sier Vegard og ler.

Drammen trakk det lengste strået

På spørsmål om hva det var som førte til at Gateway Studios trakk det lengste strået, svarer brødrene at det er burger og god parkering i nærheten, samt at det er nære elva.

De ler, før tonen blir mer seriøs:

– Det var et stort lokale, som de holdt på å bygge. Vi kunne være med på praten om hvordan det skulle bli, og vi kjenner de som lagde det. De er flinke folk. Også er det ikke langt fra Oslo, sier Bård, som legger til at det ikke er vanskelig å få programmets gjester til Drammen.

– Det går bokstavelig talt på skinner.

Byen og studioet på kartet

Leder Synneva Erland for kommunikasjon og salg i Gateway Studios smiler over at både «Ylvis mot Ylvis» og Joachim Triers nye film «Sentimental Value» spilles inn på Tangenkaia.

– Det er dette vi jobber for å få til. Det er gøy at vi fikk to så store produksjoner som de første.

Erland sier at produksjonene betyr mye for det nye studioet, som vil sette studioet på kartet. Håpet og målet er at teknologien skal føre til at de forskjellige produksjonsselskapene skal «slåss» om å komme til Tangen fremover.

I tillegg tror hun at produksjonene kan bidra til å sette byen på kartet.

– Det er også noe av hovedmålet vårt, at vi skal bidra og tilføre Drammen noe som gjør byen enda mer attraktiv, sier Erland, og tilføyer at studioet ikke bare er for hemmelige innspillinger, men også for andre ting. Hovedstudioet skal senere huse blant annet konferanser og konserter.

– Det blir også festivaler fremover. Det skal skje masse som skal være åpent for publikum. Vi har også Studio 33 ved siden av som folk kan booke til konserter, seminarer og konferanser. Der har vi en liten klubbscene.

God tone

Onsdag ble to programmer av «Ylvis mot Ylvis» spilt inn – åtte gjenstår. Til tross for at programmet primært lages for TV-seerne, ønsker brødrene at folk kommer på innspillingene.

Det er noe annet å se det i salen, forklarer de.

– Mye av det Vegard gjør blir klippet bort, så det får de anledning til å se, sier Bård.

– Alle mine kvart gode pappavitser blir klippet bort. Mine gullkorn ligger ofte igjen i skuret. De sier ikke at de blir skrinlagt, de blir skurlagt. De blir i Drammen, tilføyer Vegard.

I programmet brødrene hvert sitt kjendislag som konkurrerer i musikalske konkurranser. I hver episode kaster deltakerne seg ut i mange oppgaver fylt med uforberedte opptredener, for å nevne noe.

Bård og Vegard synes det er deilig å være i gang med sesong to. Til tross for at de konkurrerer mot hverandre, forteller duoen at stemningen er god.

– Det beste for programmet er det som gjelder, men når jeg står der inne, da blir jeg irritert når vi ikke klarer det, sier Vegard.

[switch-witch-erin]

A commission!

Poor witch boy getting his tum-tum tickled by a mischievous fairy!! Very tough guy right here, with his scary skull belt~

I enjoyed drawing it so much 😭

Though yeah, it makes me constantly switch between lee and ler moods, and that’s just not fair