#ler!terzo

[chloenotfound404]

For drabbles, think Omega and Terzo could tag attack Copia? 👀

Drabble: tag team attack

(Ok seriously thank you Anon for this! This was so cute and fluffy and easy to write and I’m in love with these babies 🥺)

Characters: Terzo, Omega, Copia

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⚠️Warnings: tickling (if thats not your thing)

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Summary: Terzo and Omega have noticed Copia’s growing stress as the new Papa Emeritus.

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Both Terzo and Omega had found a way to sneak into the rehearsal room through one of the empty offices of the ministry, the door happened to lead through the office and into the back of the rehearsal room where Copia sat. More than likely stressing about the fact that he would have to go on tour for the first time as Papa in less than a week. All of the other ghouls were either in their own respective rooms or the common room talking or playing around with instruments.

Omega gently opened the door to the room making sure he was quiet, Terzo following suit behind him although you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Copia stood at the small desk in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning pieces of paper as the two others came up behind him. He hadn’t even heard them or seen them come in.

Omega gently led Terzo in front of him to the left as he stepped to Copia’s right, having one on each side. That was when Copia had noticed them with an evidently startled jump at their presence. The poor youngest brother didn’t even have time to talk before he was doubled over in fits of giggles. Omega squeezing gently into his side and Terzo managing to reach around to gently press into Copia’s tummy. Both Terzo and Omega exchanging smirks as they watched Copia crumble to try and protect himself.

“We thought you were stressed,” Omega chuckled, his strong grip managing to hold Copia upright again to make it easier for the tag attack to go ahead.

Copia could barely speak through his giggles, his arms trying to block the attack coming from both sides but the more he moved the more spots he had exposed. Omega had switched to kneading into Copia’s hip which, coupled with Terzo targeting his tummy with raspberries, spidering, skittering and pokes, had the poor papa in stitches.

“There’s no need to be stressed,C. If I could do the job, you can too. I always knew you were a stress head.” Terzo rambled, looking up to see his younger brother struggling to keep standing up from the onslaught of the tag team attack they had pulled off.

The moment that Copia went to try and respond to them both, the smallest of hiccup like laugher started to pool out from him as he doubled over again, unable to keep upright. “I-I wasn’t s-stressing!!” Copia managed to squeak out through his helpless giggles, practically crumbling into Omega’s arms as soon as the ghoul started to pinch at his thighs. “Don’t deny it, I saw you looking at the official docs that Father gave to you,” Terzo chuckled, managing to wedge his fingers into Copia’s ribs and vibrate them slightly, sending Copia into about her fit of helpless and squeaky giggles.

It had taken a few minutes for the Ghoul and Terzo to halt the attack, their job seemingly had been successful. Copia had bright puffy cheeks and a smile again. The smile which had mostly been absent since his ascension to Papa. “Promise you’ll stop being such a stress head?” Terzo asked, looking the younger in his eyes with a sincere look. Copia, still catching his breath slightly, nodded and gave a small smile to both Terzo and Omega.

“I promise. But the next time you two tag team, don’t scare the shit outta me, ok?”

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

HEY MEPH- STOP THIS SHIT.

[runscold-runsdeep]

Fanfic Masterpost

Ghost

The Papas (and more!)

Goner — Copia x GN!Reader, comfort-angst, dark cardiophilia, SFW

Squeeze — TerzOmega, dark cardiophilia

Terzo’s Gift — TerzOmega, SFW

Wait — Copia x F!Reader, NSFW

Solace — Secondo x GN!Reader, SFW

Untitled Cardinal Copia x GN!Reader, SFW

No More Talk Of Darkness — Copia x GN!Reader, comfort-angst

Power — Ler!Frater Imperator x Lee!GN!reader, SFW (coming soon)

Squish — Lee!Copia x Ler!Spark, NSFW (coming soon)

The Nameless Ghouls

Please? — Human!Mountain x Vampire!Dewdrop/Spark, NSFW (Coming soon)

Squish — Lee!Copia x Ler!Spark, NSFW (coming soon)

Squeeze — TerzOmega, dark cardiophilia

Just A Checkup — Hema (OC), SFW

Midnight Mass

Untitled — Father Paul x F!Reader, SFW (Coming Soon)

[featherghoul]

You good?

Lee!Terzo x Ler!Omega

Warnings/Disclaimers: Comfort angst, strong language, parental issues, empty threats of murder, slight cardiophilia, and Google Translate Italian because I've been too lazy to keep up with Duolingo.

Word count: 1,563

//Author's notes

Holy shit, my first fic on this blog. No idea how well it's gonna do, but fuck it, let's gooooo! A quick thing I want to mention that I think is mandatory: any work of fiction I create centered in this fandom will never be about the people behind these masks, but about the characters they portray. With that being said, I hope this fic is enjoyed by at least one person. Another thing I wanna mention is that I do not proofread for whatever fucking reason—probably laziness— so there's probably mistakes here. Be patient with me. ;;

With a huff and a grumble, swearing and cursing in his native Italian under his breath, Terzo entered Omega's dorm unannounced and flopped belly first onto the ghoul's bed right next to him, who was practicing on his guitar, strumming whatever popped into his head. Omega's pointed ears perked up upon hearing Papa Emeritus the Third enter, though they quickly pinned back when he saw the mortal's disheveled state. "You good?" The ghoul asked as he paused and looked over his shoulder to face his human partner, who gave no response to him, lying limp on the bed, breathing deeply. "Terzo, is everything okay?" He asked again, a bit more insistently as he rubbed Terzo's shoulder.

"Just fucking peachy." Terzo grouched, his voice muffled due to his face being buried into the mattress.

"You don't seem fine." The demon replied as he stood for a moment to put away his guitar, putting it back on its stand so he could give his Papa his full attention. "What's got you heated?"

"Nothing! It's fine!" Terzo grumbled again, his tone more annoyed than the last response.

"Come on, talk to me, babe." He scooted close to the Anti-Pope, rubbing his back, "What's the matter?"

"...Fucking—" Terzo let out a long, loud groan as he flipped over onto his back, removing his mitre to comb a black leather gloved hand through his hair, "I'm so sick of the way I'm fucking treated by Nihil and Sister!"

Omega sighed as he pulled Terzo's head into his lap, running his black claws through his mate's dark hair that had subtle streaks of silver which showed his age, listening to Terzo get his ranting out, his pointed tail twitching as it hung over the edge of the bed.

"They both treat me like I'm some fucking incapable toddler!— Like I have no fucking clue on what I'm doing!" His mismatched eyes glared up at the ceiling as he spoke, his brows furrowed, "For once, I just want them to tell me where I am and where I should go instead of telling me what I'm doing is wrong! I want him for once to tell me I'm doing at least something right!" His eyes began to become a bit glossy. He sighed again, "Omega, you and the others know how hard I try to push this band and The Message forward in the right direction. You know how hard I try to stay on The Path, but it's so fucking difficult when the messages they want me to put out doesn't match what I feel needs to be said… It's so difficult when my best will never be good enough for The Ministry…" He started to choke up a bit.

Omega softly shushed him, caressing the smaller male's cheek with his knuckles. "They're fucking douches."

"Especially my fucking deadbeat of a father." Terzo let out a shaky sigh as he reached his hand up to clasp Omega's, kissing the ghoul's palm.

"He can fuck off. He and Sister both can fuck off. I think you're doing fucking incredible, and fuck them all if they can't see that. You've been doing your best, and it's gonna pay off. Like that Grammy, huh?" He smiled softly at Terzo, but frowned again when the only response given to him was a slight shrug.

"...I want to see them all fucking hang," Terzo growled after a moment, "I want to fucking strangle them…" He balled his hands into fists, though they soon released as Omega gently clasped them in his, kissing the mortal's knuckles. Terzo exhaled once more, "I'm fucking sick of this shit…" He closed his eyes, pulling away one of his hands to rub at his temple.

"Hey, I know exactly what will make you feel better." Omega grinned, his wolf-like fangs showing.

"What?" Terzo mumbled. When he got no reply, he looked up at his partner, noticing the look he was given. "...Oh, fuck you!" Terzo jolted up, glaring at Omega, "No! Fuck that!"

"Come on!" Omega snickered, "You can't deny that it helps!" His tail swayed behind him.

"What about my dignity!?"

"What dignity? You lost it when you started dating me!" The demon laughed softly as he scooted close to Terzo again.

"It's embarrassing!" Terzo argued still, backing away until he was almost falling off the bed.

"So? It's just us. No one else needs to know what we do here." Omega reasoned, his tail thumping a bit against the bed. Terzo was silent for a second or two as he glared at Omega before sighing, his face sweltering beneath his papal face paint. He crawled back over to the large demon, laying across his lap.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you when this is over..." Terzo grumbled.

"No, you won't." Omega snickered as he ruffled Terzo's hair, which made the small mortal huff and attempt to blindly fix his hair. "Ready?" He cracked his knuckles, the sound making Terzo tense. Before the Third Papa could say anything, Omega immediately began gently wiggling his claws into Terzo's sides, making the smaller man jolt and gasp, frantic giggles soon following. "Pfft— W–Wait!! I—Hahah— wasn't ready!!" Terzo brought his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter and mask his smile.

"Well, if I didn't start now, you would never be ready!" Omega reasoned, pausing to attempt to grab Terzo's wrists. "And don't do that! I wanna see that pretty smile!" He huffed as Terzo tried to fight back, the Anti-Pope slapping at the ghoul's hands.

"F–Fuck you!!" Terzo snickered, letting out a panicked gasp as his wrists were caught and pinned down above him, unable to pull them away. He sank as he gazed fearfully at his partner with smiling eyes, giggling nervously. "...A–Abbi pietà!" His voice cracked, making Omega chuckle.

"Hmmm… No, I don't think I will." The ghoul grinned deviously as he walked the claws of his free hand up and down Terzo's ribs and side. At first, Terzo tried his hardest to hold in his reactions, his face scrunching as he did the best he could to keep himself from cracking, but that did no good as he broke less than four seconds later, Omega grinning triumphantly as Terzo crumbled. 

"There's that pretty sound." The ghoul murmured as the room quickly filled with Terzo's laughter, though it was clear he was still trying to hold back.

"Asshole!!" Terzo barked out through his laughter while he tried to hide his face in the pit of his elbow, not wanting to give his ghoul the satisfaction of seeing him break.

"Oh, don't be like that! You enjoy this!" Omega began to scratch lightly at the mortal's stomach, slipping his large hand beneath Terzo's papal robes to get as close as he could to bare skin. "F–Fuck off!!" Terzo swore again at Omega as his laughter increased in volume, now kicking his legs out as an attempt at coping with how badly it tickled. "No! You need this!" Omega scratched above Terzo's belly button to tease the poor mortal, which had the desired effect of making Terzo more frantic and try to suck in his stomach. "You're obviously stressed the fuck out and that needs to be fixed."

Terzo shook his head as he laughed, snickering as he kept trying to hold back. "It's— Snrk!— It's torture!"

"No, it's not. You're being dramatic. Think of this as a sort of intense massage!" The demon suggested as he scratched just right above one of Terzo's hips, making the human shriek. "N–NO!! NO, NO PLEASE!! NOT THERE!! OMEGA!!!" Terzo began to buck, much to the ghoul's amusement.

"Yes there!" Omega teased in a singsong-y tone, "This is the grand finale! It'll be over soon, babe." Omega's touch grew lighter and slower as he remained at that spot above the mortal's hip. This only made Terzo more hysterical, black tears now running down his cheeks from how hard he had been laughing.

"O–OMEGA, PLEASE!" Terzo squeaked, "I'M DYING!!"

"You seem very alive to me." Omega chuckled as he shook his head at his mate's dramatics, his claw slowly picking up speed and pressure before both of his hands at once attacked Terzo's hip bones, the smaller of the two now screaming with high-pitched and flamboyant laughter, thrashing about in Omega's lap and nearly falling if it wasn't for his boyfriend catching him. Terzo could no longer speak at Omega now, only being able to mouth pleas and curses at the other. Though, after what felt like an eternity, but was really about fifteen seconds, Omega let up, ceasing his attacks to allow the other to breathe and calm back down as he held him, bringing Terzo's head to his chest as he rubbed and patted his back. He chuckled alongside Terzo's leftover giggling, squeezing the other tightly and protectively.

"You good?" Omega smiled softly at Terzo, who nodded and tilted his head up to face him, his makeup smudged and his face stretched with a wide smile. "...Y–Yeah… Huff… I'm fine… Puff…" Terzo responded as he still gasped for breath. Omega gently massaged Terzo's scalp as the small mortal pressed his ear to Omega's chest, listening to the ghoul's heartbeat to help him calm down.

"... I'll get your ass later for this…" Terzo groaned, still embarrassed, which earned him a chuckle from the large demon.

"I'd like to see you try."

[notasdecidade]

O exterior en casa

Ter un balcón en casa é un luxo espacial e unha pequena complicación construtiva para que a xanela común transfórmese en porta. Grazas aos adiantos no eido dos illamentos e peches de garantía non pode desbotarse. Enorme idea a de prolongar un anaco do chan da vivenda cara a rúa.

A relación entre o ancho e a profundidade determina as actividades a desenvolver. A súa proporción ancho/fondo adoita ser un a dous. Un fondo de dous palmos ou corenta centímetros permite saír ou sentar, un metro unha pequena mesa e plantar, máis de metro e medio unha estancia onde poder estar e convidar. A nosa mellor tradición esaxeraba esa condición e ao ancho dispoñía de xenerosos balcóns perimetrais ou andadeiros como nos sanatorios onde hoxe descártanse, por que?; e en canto a profundidade, auténticas solainas-estancia de máis de tres metros que noutros países para animar a súa aparición non computan como edificabilidade. 

Os balcóns son ademais un regulador da luz e o aire onde instalar contras ou toldos para “sacar a calor fóra e non dentro”. O límite ou varanda tamén importa, un peche sólido é indesexable a moitos niveis e os de vidros actuais non teñen conseguido mellorar a máscara-peneira cambiante e cinética dos balaustres.

Que non podemos facer nun balcón? Nel podemos coñecer a temperatura, ler, comer ou fumar; tomar o sol, coidar de animais e plantas ou falar co veciño desde a casa; ventilar, limpar comodamente as xanelas e sombrear a casa. Son só algunhas das actividades coñecidas.

A reforma de cada rúa, xa se converta en peonil ou reduza o ruído e os fumes, debería ir acompañada da posibilidade da reacción das fachadas que a completen, os concellos deben permitir abrir máis os ocos para prolongar os solos. Toda a rúa debe ser outra e a arquitectura debe responder a los cambios que ten diante. Se ao solo exterior que sae podemos sumar algo da nosa vivenda que se retira da aliñación, a casa e a fachada serán outras. E desde un punto de vista urbano a millora é evidente pois a vista do predio de fronte e de esguello son dinámicas e cambiantes, a diferenza de tantas fachadas planas actuais.

As nosas “Normas do hábitat” de 2007, non menciona nada ó respecto; pero non será hora de introducir o dereito a un espazo exterior na vivenda? que o imposibilita? En antigos plans urbanos contemplábase a obrigatoriedade do balcón nun terzo de fachada. En que lugares hai máis densidade de balcóns ou galerías?, cantos se perderon?, por que non hai un censo?

A xanela habitual sepáranos do exterior aínda véndoo; o balcón xúntanos, fúndenos con el. Grazas ao balcón exteriorizamos, podemos saír de casa sen saír e desde onde, a diferenza do que ocorre dende o interior, todo o que vemos venos. A xanela illa, o balcón comunica e todo o que fagamos produce un efecto de contaxio coñecido en todo edificio. É ademais o soporte das nosas manifestacións políticas ou actos específicos desde onde pertencer á vida pública desde casa. Onde acaba a nosa marxe de modificar a casa se non é na nosa fachada?

É necesario tomarse en serio o balcón útil e non pintoresco; as novas normas, plans e proxectos deben incluír estes saíntes onde asomarse aí fóra e “ser cidade” desde casa. 

Máis, que envexan os balcóns ás galerías? 

Imaxe // fonte:

1. Arquitectura senlleira de galerías e cóncavos balcón // L.A.

2. Humildes vivendas obreiras con fondos exteriores // Google maps

3. Apoteose urbana ó paso do finado Curros Enríquez //  biblioteca.galiciana.gal

43 Sermos, nº 561, páx. 27 (08/07/2023)

[praza-arte]

Na morte de Tim Behrens

Foto Víctor Echave

Cando estudaba Maquinas Navais en A Coruña adoitaba pasar algunhas tardes pola Biblioteca do Forum Metropolitano, cando cadraba ter que devolver algún libro. Era unha biblioteca con demasiado boureo para o estudo: moitos vellos comentando esquelas, moita xente nova emprestando libros de Irvine Welsh e cds de Lenny Kravitz e unha mestura entrañable de nenos, opositores e ionquis agardando fronte ós dous ordenadores para se conectar 15 minutos máximo a Yahoo. As derradeiras pinceladas do século XX de calquera barrio galego.

Algunha daquelas tardes cruzaba no Forum cun vello que non era coma os demais vellos. Solitario, alto, con ollos claros, cabelo cano e algunha mecha rubia dispersa. Un guiri. Ás veces vestía americanas de cores, con aspecto desaliñado e pinta de bebedor ben. E no ollo dereito, un parche pirata. Un cadro.

Co tempo as circustancias leváronme a escribir as biografías dos autores das obras da colección de arte Fundación María José Jove, onde había un par de cadros dun tal Tim Behrens. Aqueles lenzos non casaban coas aspiracións que xa daquela manexaban na Fundación, probablemente foran adquisicións persoais do magnate nun primeiro momento de coqueteo coa arte, mais o certo era que cada noite Estudio de pintor e Recuerdo de Portugal durmían baixo o mesmo teito que Kandinskis, Picassos e Bourgeois nunha nave do Polígono de Agrela.

Alí coñecín a Tim Behrens unha mañá. Era un home de trato amable, acento Michael Robinson i expresión acorde á súa imaxe atribulada, a dun artista londinense bohemio de boa famlia que pasou os últimos 30 anos da súa vida en Galicia, ó seu, logo duns cantos anos de tumbos polo mundo. Un Man de Camelle urbano, se cadra.

Estudou na Slade School de Londres, que non é pouco. Alí coñeceu a Lucian Freud, para quen posou e den quen foi  bo amigo. Tamén de Bacon e Aurbach. Aínda que facendo paisanaxe, Behrens estivo no mundiño artístico da súa época, que é case coma dicir o mundiño artístico do século XX.

A finais dos 60 marchou a Italia e comezou a escribir poesía, chegou a publicar poemarios en Galicia, admiraba a Rosalía. Seguiu pintando até o final con certo recoñecemento i expoñendo aquí e alá. Chegou a Galicia por recomendación do maiordomo que traballaba para os seus país, que era de Ourense. Vivía en Culleredo coa sua muller, tamen artista i ex moza do baixista de The Clash. Pintaba paisaxes e cans, os seus. Paraba bastante polo Calypso.

Sobre a súa pintura daquela escribín que “a pintura figurativa británica do último terzo do século XX se por algo caracterízase e pola pluralidade estilística, mais quedan rasgos que a fan diferente a outras aproximacións figurativas. Behernes é partícipe desas sinais comúns con plantexamentos plásticos que exclúen o narrativo e o explicativo, con tendencia ó expresionismo e unha certa aposta por valores tradicionais da pintura en canto ó uso preferente do óleo en pinturas de cabalete, o que, malia que poida sorprender, leva aparelladas unhas cualidades expresivas de maior énfase e liberdade, coma a linguaxe plástica de Behrens.”

Non sei se o chegaría a ler, espero que non porquemadremía. Descanse en paz Tim Behrens.

Recuerdo de Portugal. Tim Beherens. 1995.

[chloenotfound404]

Omg, I adored the lee headcanons, thank you sm! Your take on Copia is so adorable! I know you're saving some stuff for fics... But got any ler headcanons for all four papas? I'm totally not gonna get splash damage from Terzo- HAHA WHAT?

~Spooky 🎃

So these aren’t the best but I have an attempt 😭. I will probably rewrite these again at some point IM SO RUSTY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN LER HCS IN AGESSS 😩

Ler headcannons for the four papas

Primo-

Absolutely pure sadist no doubt.

This man would weaponise your weakness as soon as he noticed it. Anytime he noticed you being uptight or tense, expect tickles.

This bitch the TEASES, he would instantly tease over how ticklish you were or how cute you looked.

He would be merciless and ruthless. He would tickle you silly.

Defiantly the type to use tickles as ‘punishment’ is you misbehaved.

1000% would giggle with you in his gruff laugher.

Classic ler. No tools, no restraints- just him.

Secendo-

Much like primo a fucking sadist.

Surprisingly a soft ler, very easy going and teasey.

Never wants to make you uncomfortable or push you too far.

He always has check ins after a few minutes and makes sure you feel safe.

Loves teasing you in the most effective ways, hovering, verbal teases, physical teases- you name it.

Even though he was soft, he was still ruthless.

Restraints and tools were used regularly if you wanted them. And you bet he would torture you for hours.

(Don’t have many for primo or Secendo sadly, never really thought about it BUT I probably will rewrite later with more!!)

Terzo-

This little shit. Oh this little shit.

For being a switch he’s SO CONFIDENT.

He would tickle you every chance he got. Doing ministry duties- he would poke you. Doing chores- he would squeeze you. Just chilling- he would tickle you.

Didn’t matter where or when, when he saw an opportunity he would take it.

The teasiest little shit know to man.

He would always ALWAYS tease you over tickles. Verbally, physically- just always teases.

Again, would just launch random tickle attacks on you and wouldn’t let up. He would pin you and tickle you for HOURS if he could.

Playful the whole time. He just loves hearing your laugh and seeing you weak under him.

Would use tickling to flirt with you or to make you unwind after a long day.

Tools, restraints, fingers- everything would be used if you wanted them.

As rough and playful as he can be, he loves giving you soft and light tickles after a long day. Just letting you giggle into his chest to forget about the stress of the day.

Copia-

My bbg my boo.

Not usually a ler but on the off chance he is:

So soft, so gentle- yet also a little shit.

Would give you teasy tickles the whole day even when you’re both busy.

He would literally light up at the sound of your laugher and giggles.

He is the most gentle baby boy ever.

Laying in bed he would absentmindedly trace your stomach or sides. Purposefully playing footsie with you like a child. Gentle tickles to ease you when you were stressed or upset.

Would always ask it it was ok and wouldn’t ever fully tickle you without you confirming you wanted it.

LOVES tickling you when he’s playing video games or doing work. Your laugher lighting up his day.

Would nibble you 1000% loving the giggles when he does.

In a way, almost like a soft dad with his teasing and tickling.

[chloenotfound404]

Do you have any lee headcanons for all four papas?

~Spooky 🎃

AHH OK OK BRAINROT! I’ve been thinking of this for so long!

Also, first submission HC! Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! I know it’s not the best and there’s so much more I wanna write but I wanna save that for fics, hope this is at least decent! ❤️

(Also more commissions and promos are welcomed! Any fics, ficlets, HCs I’ll do for ghost!)

Primo-

Extremely ticklish but would never admit it. Ever. Not even on his death bed.

He would try and act all stoic and tough but he would just crumble if someone poked his sides slightly or if a ghouls tail grazes his stomach.

Rough tickles get him the most and drive him up the wall. Extra points for raspberries and nibbling.

Practically ticklish everywhere but his hips, ribs and knees break him in an instant.

1000% a squeaker and giggler. His laugher would be so high pitched and out of character for him.

He would try and ride it out, not wanting to be ‘weak’ in his eyes by pleading or begging for mercy.

Always would find degrading teases the most flustering from his high position he held, he always got embarrassed by how you would tease him over it.

Oh, also, always expect retaliation instantly. This bitch doesn’t hold back.

Secendo-

Not as ticklish as the rest of his brothers, but there are some spots that get him giggling.

Not lee as often as ler, not liking the feeling of weakness all too much.

Much like primo, rough tickles are where it’s at. They get him cackling instantly. Fingers, tools- anything would work if it’s in the right spot.

His stomach and thighs being the biggest soft spots for him. His sides and armpits would pull out giggles too.

A giggler and cackler for sure, his laugher would never be high pitched but instead low and gruff.

Teases would only make his laugher grow and his cheeks flush redder, he would be a squirmed for sure.

Terzo-

This ass is a lee and he’s not even shy about it.

He would always provoke you to tickle him since it flustered the hell out of him to ask. And on the off Chance he did ask, he would always stutter and hesitate, fumbling with his hands as he would try to muster the courage.

He would always initiate tickle fights, loving the playful nature of them. He would never win though, his height putting him at a disadvantage too.

Ticklish everywhere. Like absolutely EVERYWHERE. Pokes to his stomach, legs, sides, ribs, armpits- he would just crumble into giggles on the spot.

Defiantly a snorter. His laugher would just be so bubbly and lively that it was almost impossible to stop tickling him.

Light tickles work wonders in him, they drive him up the wall.

I’d imagine he has a secret stash of tickle tools ready for when he wanted to be wrecked by you.

Copia-

Oh this man, he’s too cute.

A lee to the max level, and unlike Terzo, he’s extremely shy about it.

So so so easy to fluster, this man is adorable. Just wriggling your fingers above his tummy would have him giggling helplessly.

Loves all the teases and blushes instantly upon hearing them. Babyish teases get to him the most.

Ticklish everywhere, not just like giggly ticklish but hysterical and cute ticklish. Pokes, squeezes, scritches, nibbles- anything drives him insane after a short while.

His feet, neck, hips, tummy (because cute pudge) and thighs get this man snorting up a storm. He would hide into you to muffle them as much as possible.

He doesn’t care what types of tickles he gets, as long as he’s getting tickled, he doesn’t care.

This man cackles, snorts, hiccups- all the cutest forms of laughter. He would always try to cover his mouth as he laughs. (Also squeaky and childish laugher- change my mind I dare)

Too shy to ask, such a lee at heart. Defiantly just sidles up to you and looks at you and your hands in silence.

BONUS- his rats would always find their way up his shirt when he would be playing games or lounging, eliciting sudden squeals and hiccups as they rummage around and nibble.

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Mary Goore lee and ler headcanons

A/N: Gueeeeeess who woke up with ye olde brain rot! Going with the commonly accepted headcanon that Mary's a vampire because this bitch loves her some vampires! I've also seen some integrate Mary into Ghost lore, so that gives me fic inspiration for future fuckery. Some of these come from an RP my bestie and I are currently in. MINORS DNI

Terms for those not in the knismo community:

Lee= Ticklee: The one who is being tickled.

Ler=Tickler: The one who is doing the tickling AKA a fucking menace to society.

Lee:

-An absolute brat. Swears at whoever is tickling them, flips them off, aggressive little shit. Not above making nips towards fingers.

-Tries to hold back their laughter. Insecure about it but doesn't hate it. Just finds it annoying. The longest they can go is ten seconds without laughing.

-7/10 in terms of how ticklish they are.

-Their kill spots are their hips and sides. Directly above their hips will make them giggle and make them nervous.

-Other tickle spots include: Belly, calves, neck, underarms, and scalp.

-Hisses and snorts if they laugh hard enough.

-Begs for mercy when their hips are squeezed and scratched. Hates when a ler reaches into their pants pockets and tickles their hips that way. It drives them up a wall.

-Similarly to Terzo, they have this extremely vibrant, bubbly laugh, which betrays their stage persona. They get so flustered when whoever is tickling them, compliments their laugh. This usually leads to threats of violence to cover up their embarrassment lol.

-Highly susceptible to verbal teasing. If they had a recent blood feeding, they'll blush, only flustering them further.

-Can't stand anticipation. Like when a ler hovers a hand over a tickle spot. They'll crumble into snickers everytime.

-Doesn't mind tickling, as long as one adheres to their limits. It reminds them of when they were human.

-Goes into a giggly, pleading-for-mercy panic, when pinned. This usually only makes whoever is about to tickle them, want to destroy them even more.

-Laughter turns squeaky when their belly becomes a target.

Ler:

-Uses their guitar skills to their advantage. The fact that they play an instrument only makes them a better worse tickler.

-Treats a lee like a fuckin' guitar.

"Huh. Guitar seems out of tune. Let's see if I can fix it..."

-For someone that dies at being verbally teased, they're surprisingly good at it. They like to act all casual, even though there's a squealing and laughing person beneath them.

"What the fuck is so funny? What are you laughing at, mind letting me in on the joke?"

-And holy fuck, Christ on a stick, they will put on the evil, hungry vampire act and start nibbling on a lee's neck. Not enough to hurt or make them want to drink blood, but it's gonna fucking tickle.

-They'll use their fangs as a tickle weapon in general, depending on the spot.

-Think you can squirm or wiggle away? Nope, they have supernatural strength. And they will taunt you lol.

"Awww, trying to get away? That's cute. I'm a vampire, babe. You aren't going anywhere."

-Bit of a theatrical asshole. Evil laughter will ensue.

-They love a chase before they lay waste to a lee. They're nice enough to give someone a headstart.... But they'll catch whoever it is, soon enough.

-Smirks. Especially if it flusters a lee.

-Bit of a rougher ler but pays attention to how a lee reacts to different types of touch. Will be light and gentle, if that's what the lee likes and prefers.

-Makes sure aftercare is a must, especially if a lee nearly died of giggles and embarrassment.

[chloenotfound404]

~ My Master List & Fandoms ~

I also post these to AO3!!! Here is the link if you'd rather read them there!!

My AO3!

Fandoms I write for:

Ghost - all ghouls and Papas

BG3 - ALL origin characters + extra companions

DBH - All main characters, Gavin reed, Hank Anderson

More to come!!

Here is the Masterlist of all my writing! There are prompt lists, Headcannons, Fics and drabbles all sectioned <3 (Reminder there will be SFW and NSFW writing which will be tagged as such)

Fics~

Ghost:

Sweet as Candy - Dew x Reader (NSFW)

Stage Shenanigans - Lee!Swiss Ler!Phantom

Stage shenanigans pt 2 - Lee!Phantom Ler!Swiss

Cherry Cookies - Rain X Reader

Playing dangerous - Dew x Rain smut (NSFW)

Baby Doll - Copia X Reader (NSFW) (WIP)

Loud thoughts, small mind -Terzo x Non-verbal reader (WIP)

BG3:

Rest, My sweet - -Astarion X Tav comfort

Fic Series~

Dad!Copia-

These moments- part 1; Copia X Fiancée!Reader

These moments- part 2; Copia X Fiancée!Reader

Headcannons~

How the Papas help you relax

Copia Cuddles

Ler!Ghouls

Lee!Papas

Ler!Papas

Lee!Nihil

Lee!Ghouls (Males!)

Drabbles~

Tag Team Attack - Copia, Terzo and Omega (tickle Drabble)

Fuck about and find out - Terzo and Secondo (Tickle Drabble)

[erin-writes-ghost-fluff]

Honey. Beloved. Darling. Husband. Stop making me think of ler!Terzo nearly ten minutes before I clock in.

[thatonething-yknow]

That being said, if you’d be down for writing another ler!Papa fic…? 👀

The one with Terzo and Sodo had me Not Okay™️

Yes 🫣 I’ll put that in my to-write list hehe

[strawberrydrpepperaddict]

Ok, my bestie and I love your ler Terzo headcanons and I must ask you to consider... Lee Terzo or ler Copia.

~Erin

Ah okay so tbh I'm not very good at lee stuff because I am a lee myself 😂

And I'm mostly into Terzo, I don't know much about Copia at all 😅 I am so sorry..

However, I'm glad you enjoyed these!