#ler Craig

[yiplee]

“Not ticklish”

A South Park ticklefic.

(Lee!Craig) (Lers!Red, Wendy)

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Craig is the gay guy who gets invited to the girls’ slumber parties. During one, the girls make a connection of Craig and his cousin, Red. They get preeetty curious and end up testing their theory.

(Side note? I really like reading/writing lee Craig for some reason.. 🤔)

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The girls had decided, for this slumber party, to bring the gay guy along. They figured Craig was cool enough, and he was related to Red, so he must be great.

“So Craig, what are you like? Anything special in your family? Stuff in common with Red?” Wendy asked, turning to Craig.

“I dunno.” He said blankly, with a faint shrug. He wasn’t much for chatting, although the girls seemed different.

“Ooh, I know.” Nichole started, the smirk practically audible in her voice.

“So, I heard the guys get into tickle fights too. Our Red isn’t very ticklish. How about you, Craig? I mean, you’re related, so I wonder.” Nichole asked, and quickly all eyes were locked on Craig.

On the outside, Craig seemed unfazed. Inside, he panicked a bit. Although he was very good at holding out, looking as if he has no reaction, when he does break, he shatters.

“Oh, uh…I’m not ticklish.” He shrugged, instantly regretting the words the moment they slipped out of his mouth.

A unified “ooooooh…” rung out among the girls as they broke into whispers and turns. Craig died a little inside, despite his unmoving exterior.

“Are you sure about that, Craig? I mean, even Red is a little ticklish.” Wendy stated, scooting slightly closer to Craig.

His first instinct was to move away, but he refrained for fear of raising suspicion. He was running the numbers in his head. How long he could last out if Wendy just went for it, if he could contain himself from all of the girls, how long he could…

“Craig! Hello? She asked you a question.” Red snapped him out of his thoughts. It was then when he realized that Red and Wendy were now sitting closely on either side of him.

“Oh, uh, I said I’m not ticklish. It..runs in the family. That’s why Red’s only a little bit.” He gave the answer as blankly as possible, albeit a little nervously.

“Hmm…I guess that makes sense. But if that’s true..you wouldn’t mind if we..tested that?” Wendy started, poking a finger at Craig’s ribs.

He was expecting it, so he didn’t react. Not a flinch, not a twitch, nada. A few of the girls gasped, surprised.

“Oh, wow..are you really not?” Wendy asked, starting to scribble her fingers up and down Craig’s side, along with Red now skittering across the other side of his ribs.

He could handle this. As long as he didn’t squirm, they would probably give up after a minute. He doesn’t have much to worry about. If he just keeps thinking to himself for distraction, he’ll easily…

Red’s hand then fluttered lightly over his belly. He wasn’t expecting a light tickle like that!

He didn’t break, but, he did flinch. A slight jump, if you will. He hoped his blank expression was enough to throw her off, but she only looked more determined.

Wendy quickly picked up on it as they both began moving softly over his belly and sides, skittering and fluttering softly with their painted nails.

Craig bit the inside of his mouth, holding his breath as he gripped the carpet behind him tightly. It was taking everything in him not to squirm. This was getting harder.

“See? Not ticklish.” He said, surprising himself with the level of control in his voice. From the outside, this looked very convincing. He was staying very still, and his face was as blank as ever.

“Hmm…I think he might be telling the truth.” Wendy concluded, almost taking her fingers away.

Thank goodness. He was practically dying over here-

“No. We have to make sure.” Red said, a scary level of determination in her eye. Craig knew that look. He was in trouble.

As if she already knew Craig’s secrets, she suddenly dug her fingers into Craig’s armpit, swiping her nails ruthlessly across the hollows.

Craig’s eyes shut as he grabbed the Carpet tighter, his cheeks starting to sting from the strain to hide his ticklishness.

Wendy quickly joined her, fluttering her fingers lightly across Craig’s other armpit. Oh god. Hard and light touches? In his worst spot? He wasn’t gonna make it much longer!

“H-hahavent I proved it enough? You cahan stohop now!” Craig said, a little too urgently. Red smirked knowingly. Oh no.

“Hold him down.” Red said, and quickly, Craig was pushed onto his back before he could protest. Wendy sat on his arms, pinning them above his head, while Red slipped off her gloves.

Wendy dug into Craig’s armpits quickly and ruthlessly as Red pulled up his jacket and brushed her nails lightly across his lower sides and fluttering them over his belly.

Oh god. Oh fuck. Shit.

“G-gihihirls wahahait!” His voice shook as he broke into low giggles, which quickly bubbled into uncharacteristically high squeals.

“Aha! I knew it!” Red exclaimed, as the other girls cheered the two on.

“Red, I think he’s more ticklish than you!” Wendy said, amused, as Craig began squirming wildly in their hold.

“G-GAHAHA WAHAHAIT *snort* PLEHEHEASE! NAHAHAT MY AHAHARMPITS! WEHEHENDY *snort* PLEASE!” Craig pleaded, trying to pull his arms away from Wendy, but failing.

Red’s light scribbles across Craig’s belly suddenly sped up, and her brushes over his bellybutton made his giggles rise to a higher pitch.

“No way! You lied to us. You almost convinced us.” Red chuckled evilly as she continued spidering her nails across Craig’s midsection.

“Wow..he’s really ticklish!” Wendy laughed, getting a residual “awww” from the girls.

“Jeez Craig, I thought you said not being ticklish runs in the family?” Red teased, as she dug a finger into Craig’s navel, making him shriek.

“IHIHIT *snort* DOHOHOHOES! I *snort* HAHAHAVE GOOD TOLERAHAHANCE! I LAHAHASTED MINUTES!” Craig argued, shrieking from Red’s unbearably light touches along with Wendy digging into his weakest spot.

“Yeah, but look at you! You’re so ticklish!” Wendy giggled, as she moved her skittering fingers down to Craig’s ribs, pulling his jacket up higher to dig her fingers up and down his rib bones, slipping her nails into the skin inbetween.

“NAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP *snort* GIHIHIRLS PLEHEHEASE!” Craig begged, little teardrops pricking the corners of his tightly-closed eyes as his face began to turn red.

“Aww, look at him! He’s so ticklish, we should call him Crack-up Craig!” Red teased. “Awww, yeah! Just listen to him snort!” Wendy added. Red’s smirk widened, fluttering her nails over his sides so lightly, they were barely grazing him. Yet somehow, that only made it ten times worse.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP *snort* DONT FUHUCKING TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!” He squealed. God, he had heard Clyde complain about the girls’ teases before, but he thought that was just Clyde being a wuss. Now he understood. The girls were even worse than the guys at teases.

“Awwww!” All the girls cooed. Wendy went back to drilling into his armpits, as Red started poking at his ribs, causing a loud, shrill squeal that froze everyone in the room.

He took a moment to catch his breath as the girls’ fingers froze in shock. An evil smirk broke across Red’s face. “..I think I just found out another one of your weaknesses~”

With that, Red began swiftly poking at different places of Craig’s ribs and sides, keeping him jumping and squirming frantically as some embarrassing squeals and shrieks filled the room.

“Wow!” Wendy said in pleasant surprise. She joined in, poking in Craig’s armpits which made his eyes widen to the size of plates as he gasped before HOWLING with laughter.

“GAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHAHA-!!” He shrieked, thrashing around urgently. This was far too much. “ACT- AHAHAHAHA- ACTUALLY STAHAHAP!” He said, and quickly their fingers stopped.

He sighed with relief as they finally let go, getting off of him and letting him recover.

“..Not ticklish, huh?” Nichole teased, the other girls laughing at that.

Craig breathed out a few last residual giggles before starting on a response, but instead of words, all that escaped him was an exhausted, faint wheeze. He just held up a wobbly middle finger as the other girls laughed.

[gigglingsoftly]

Hi!! Do you have any headcanons for Craig’s gang?

I dooooo! They were literally going to be next like I had it unfinished in the notes app but this made me finish it so quick 😭

Craig’s Gang

Craig

I think it’s almost universally agreed in the community he pretends to not be ticklish 😭

He obviously is. He’s just good at hiding it.

Tweek finds out by accident and Craig swears him to secrecy.

When he teases he’s just very matter of fact and sarcastic. It’s very effective.

He’s one of those ppl that guesses where someone’s most ticklish based off of where they try to tickle him first.

And he gets it right like 97% of the time. Everyone finds it so annoying lol

Omg that stereotypical thing has happened where Stripe has gone down his shirt and he can’t catch and he’s trying not to hurt him so he’s like dying

Tweek

He seems a lot more ticklish than he is. It’s really just nerves.

Oh my god, he sounds like he’s being murdered.

When he says he “I’m going to die!!!” it’s not like a silly thing he’s saying because he’s being tickled like stop. Because shit is about to real real fucking quick

He’s a fighter and a biter (courtesy of @yiplee I loved that hc so much 😭) so yeah… there’s that… like this is different than when Kyle does it by accident. This kid is trying to fight you to the fucking death

Like yeah he can be a good ler but he’s panicking to make sure you can still breath and that he isn’t hurting you. He doesn’t want to go to jail for murder.

Him and Craig have tickle fights sometimes but they pretty much both hate being tickled so it’s rare lol

Clyde

Has a love hate relationship with tickling.

Like when it’s happening in the moment he “hates” it but after the fact he kinda thinks it’s fun.

He won’t say that tho. If you even imply that he might have had fun he’ll deny deny deny.

He’s too tough and cool for that obviously.

He literally refuses to believe he’s the most ticklish of the group so he’s constantly starting tickle fights and then has the surprised Pikachu face when it obviously backfires.

Bebe tickles him a lot bc she thinks it’s cute that he’s so ticklish lol

Tolkien

He has a really nice laugh!

He pretends to be a lot more ticklish than he actually is for his friends sake.

Like if he didn’t laugh that’d be so awkward and embarrassing.

He doesn’t know how Craig does it. He hates that awkward silence so much

He’s so chill. If a tickle fight breaks out he’s just like I guess we’re doing this now.

He’s Nichole’s biggest ler. He loves to hear her laugh ❤️

Jimmy

CEO of cheer up tickles

Definitely tells bad jokes on purpose when the person is screaming

And like it makes his friends laugh harder because he’s so corny???

He has gotten ganged up on for too many bad jokes.

It’s his fault tho because the gang always warn him before hand. And he just doesn’t listen.

And he’ll proceed to tell bad jokes like they didn’t just wreck him

[switchgyal]

tweek tickles craig when he’s being overly deadpan 🤭…

[veryblushyswitch]

Why is every Creek fic I read so fucking good?! 💖

to the moon and to saturn

(craig/tweek)

summary: craig doesn't love much, but he loves deeply.

a/n: um. um. uh.

[this is a sfw tickle fic!!]

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Craig wouldn’t say he loves a lot of things. It sounds pessimistic, but love is a strong word! Sure, there are things he likes—he likes his friends, for example. He’s just…not one to use that word so freely.

He loves Stripe. He’s been a constant in Craig’s life for years, somewhat. It’s not always the same Stripe, but Craig will pretend it is anyway, because he hates letting go of things. He loves Stripe, even when he wakes up at too-fucking-early-o’clock to a variety of sounds coming from the cage, and even though sometimes Stripe bites him when he tries to pet him. He’s always heard love is unconditional, after all. For a long, long time, he thinks Stripe will be the only thing he ever loves—and he’s okay with that. It takes him a while to realise that something has changed.

It’s hard to pinpoint his feelings, because it’s a different kind of love than what he feels towards Stripe. Plus, every description he’s ever heard is absolute bullshit. There are no fireworks going off in his head, no butterflies in his stomach, no heated cheeks or longing stares or stumbling over his words. The feeling just barges its way into his heart and makes itself at home, as if it’s always been there. Hesitantly, Craig begins to welcome it.

He loves Tweek. He loves everything he does, his shaking hands and his wobbly smile. He loves the feeling of Tweek’s skin against his own when their fingers intertwine, how he always smells like coffee and lumber. He loves hearing Tweek’s voice even when he’s rambling about nothing in particular. He loves taking note of everything Tweek does, all his barely noticeable mannerisms. He’s almost certain he knows Tweek better than Tweek knows himself.

There’s a third thing, too—Tweek’s laugh. Which, yes, sure, could be considered part of loving Tweek as a whole, but there’s something so addicting about the sound that Craig considers it an understatement at best to group it with the rest.

Tweek doesn’t laugh very often; Craig can’t say much, because it’s not like he’s any better. It happens so rarely that sometimes Craig finds himself wondering how there’s an entire category in his mind dedicated solely to it—and then he hears it again.

He can remember the first time it happened.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day! Just—gah—tell me what the problem is!” Tweek has a tight grip on his arm, enough to keep him in place but not enough to hurt. It’s almost annoying how much he worries.

Craig stares at the ground, hiding from Tweek as much as he can. “...Nothing.”

Tweek’s grip loosens, but Craig makes no move to leave. “Please?”

Finally, Craig looks up at his boyfriend. After a deep breath, he tentatively starts talking.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

Tweek stares.

And he stares.

And then he laughs.

“Is that it? Y-you got braces? You dumbass, I thought I did something wrong!”

Craig is hardly listening. His eyes are wide, and if he hadn’t spent the whole day forcing his mouth shut as much as possible, he’s sure that would be ajar too.

Tweek’s laugh…

It’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. A choir of angels would pale in comparison.

In that moment, Craig understands why love is so often depicted as an arrow being shot through the heart.

He’s always trying to think of new things that Tweek would find funny, or that would catch him off-guard just enough. The thing is, though, Craig’s never done something like this before, because he’s never in his life been so enamoured with a laugh of all things, and evidently Tweek isn’t easy to amuse. He can’t just ask, either—Craig has always been the type to speak his mind, but the idea of telling Tweek just how excruciatingly in love he is feels…terrifying, to say the least. Besides, what if Tweek thinks it’s weird and never laughs ever again? Craig would rather walk through hell than experience that. 

And then, whatever god may exist finally decides to show him mercy; either that, or his luck is just that good.

Craig is incredibly clingy around Tweek. He loves touching him, even if it’s just the slightest contact. Whenever he gets the chance he’s almost always wrapped around the blond, holding on to him like he’ll die if he doesn’t. Tweek doesn’t initiate contact much, but he doesn’t mind when Craig does it—it even seems to calm his twitching down a bit. 

He’s hugging him from behind while they sit on Craig’s bed, legs wrapped around his waist for extra security. He makes a move to adjust his arms, tightening his grip and pressing his fingers into Tweek’s sides—

“Ack! St-stop it! That tickles!” Tweek jolts away like he’s been shocked, though it doesn’t do much considering how tight a hold Craig has on him.

Craig looks down at his hands. “Oh. Sorry.”

…Wait.

It’s a dangerous idea, considering Tweek could very easily give him a black eye right now, but the opportunity is right there. Slowly, he moves his hands back to where they were as Tweek’s attention is focused on the television.

Tweek yelps as Craig repeats the action, not pulling away this time. “Gah—wait! Stop! Leave me alohohone!” He leans back into his boyfriend, then seems to realise there’s nowhere to go. “Cuhuhut it ohout!”

Craig wouldn’t be mad if this was the only sound he could hear for the rest of his life. He wishes, so, so badly, for Tweek to never stop laughing.

“Ngh, what was that for?” Tweek whines, pulling Craig out of his trance. He realises that his hands have stopped moving. 

Craig rests his chin on Tweek’s shoulder. “I like when you laugh,” he mumbles, embarrassed, and slips his fingers into the gap in Tweek’s poorly buttoned shirt before he can respond.

“Craig!” Tweek kicks his feet against the mattress, twisting side to side. “Lehehet me gohoho! This is s-sohoho unfahair!” He manages to squirm out of Craig’s grasp, and he thinks that’s going to be it, but Tweek just turns and hides his face in Craig’s shoulder, throwing his arms around his neck as he giggles into his shirt. So, slowly, he returns his hands to Tweek’s sides and squeezes, and Tweek squeals and tightens his hold but otherwise doesn’t do much. Craig takes it as an invitation to keep going.

“T-tickles!” he squeaks out, gripping onto the back of Craig’s shirt. “It tihihickles!”

Craig slides under Tweek’s shirt just a little, enough to scratch lightly at the skin on his sides. “Good. That’s what I’m going for.”

Tweek whines, broken apart by laughter. “Fuhuhuck off!”

Craig hums. “Let go of me, then.”

“...Nohoho.”

[legs-like-jelly]

heyyyy sugar!! if you're doing requests could you possibly do cuttletavio content? either lee or ler is fine for either of them!

i think octavio would be so good at tickling craig while in octopus form (so many tentacles) but i also think craigs more of a ler than a lee..

no pressure!! just thought i'd suggest!! love you sweetie <3

- your silly kisslip cuttlefish boyfriend but on anon so your identity isn't revealed

hi sweetie! i admire your efforts but im pretty sure the rest of the cuttletavio community will recognize my style as soon as they see this- and you know what, i've come to terms with that fact-

[veryblushyswitch]

FUCKING SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE HOLY SHIT

Asking For It

alternate title: Craig Tucker’s Foolproof Guide to Getting What You Want

creek is once again consuming my soul so have this my lovelies

word count: 2262

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“ACK! Craig! What is wrong with you?” Tweek shrieked, flinching as Craig appeared from nowhere, his hands suddenly slamming down on Tweek’s shoulders, shaking him playfully.

The air was colder than usual, and despite being bundled up to his eyes in scarves and jackets, the movement was enough to make his face sting. Tweek took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his jackrabbit’s heart.

“I don’t know,” Craig responded, “I’m just in a weird mood.”

He smiled and fell into step next to Tweek as they walked to school, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Tweek leaned into him, soaking up Craig’s warmth to offset the winter day.

****

“Craig,” Tweek hissed, “Stop fucking prodding me.”

They were in French, and Tweek was desperately trying to focus on memorizing his past participles when he felt the end of Craig’s pencil press into his side again, making him twitch as a bolt of electricity shot through him. He turned to shoot Craig another glare, answered only by his sly grin. He glared until Craig turned back to the front of the class, folding his hands on his desk innocently.

Tweek grumbled to himself, then went back to work, still on guard for any surprise pokes. Urghh, what’s the past tense of vivre again? Vives? Or is it irregular? This is too much pressure…

****

“Craig!” Tweek called, jogging a little to meet him where he stood in the lunch line. He forced himself to ignore the way people glanced at him, and stopped in front of Craig. He tried to step into line but Craig blocked him.

“Let me cut in, man, I’m hungry.”

Craig grinned. “Hi hungry, I’m Craig.” He said, still blocking Tweek.

Tweek rolled his eyes. “You’re not funny,” He said, but he was smiling, a little. “C’mon let me in.”

Craig folded his hands behind his head, giving Tweek the smuggest look known to man.

“Make me.” He said, grinning.

Tweek groaned, then glanced down the line to where Jimmy was standing further up. He smiled cheekily at Craig and then turned and walked away.

“Hey, Jimmy! Can I c-cut in next to you?”

“S-s-sure, man.”

****

“Craig!” Tweek cried, sliding on the icy puddle that had formed outside of the school. Craig reached out, latching onto his arm to stop him from falling.

“Watch out honey, it's slippy.”

“I know it’s-GAHH- slippy!” He said, eyeing the ground with suspicion. There was a sheet of ice covering the short path outside of the school, and unlike Craig, his shoes didn’t have a good grip. He eyed the pavement, trying to look for clear spots when his whole world suddenly tipped as he lifted into the air.

He squirmed. “Put me down!” He said, hitting Craig’s back from where he was slung over his shoulder.

“Nope.” Craig smiled, crossing the icy path with ease.

“Craihig,” He giggled, trying to sound annoyed, “Peheople ahare staharing.”

Craig hummed, then put him down on the other side of the path. To anyone else, his face would look neutral, as monotone as his voice, but Tweek could see that shine in his eyes, the twitch of his lips and he knew that in Craig’s way, he was beaming. He felt his insides go soft, then grabbed Craig’s hand for support as they made their way down the street.

****

“Craig, you know you d-don’t have to wait for me.”

Craig was sitting in the stockroom of Tweek Bros Coffee, sprawled over some crates as he scrolled through his phone, clearly bored.

He hummed, scrolling further. “You’ll be done soon though, babe.”

“Yeah but- AH- your house is closer to mine than the s-store, so it would- ACK- be more convenient to wait there- and get off those boxes! They might break!”

Craig shimmied a little from side to side, then arched his back, stretching his arms towards the floor.

“But I’m comfy.” He moaned.

Tweek twitched. Craig had been in an… odd mood today. He leaned over and jabbed Craig’s side, grinning when he flailed and his arms shot up. Craig’s eyes were shining again and he looked almost- excited. Weird.

Before he could follow that line of thought, the doors to the stockroom swung open and his mother poked her head through. 

“Sweetie! Could you clean the tables at the back? Then you and your little friend can go home.” 

She disappeared again and Tweek giggled. “We’ve been together for y-years and you’re still my little friend. Come on buddy, get- ACK- ready to go.”

****

“Craig… are you listening?” 

Craig had been oddly silent on the way back home, not upset but- something else. Now, a light flurry of snowflakes had started and he hadn’t even noticed to put his hood up. 

“Craig!” Tweek grabbed onto his jacket, pulling on it lightly.

“What?” Craig snapped.

Tweek wilted a little at the response, “Are you mad at me?” He said quietly.

“Oh! No babe, I’m not mad at you,” Craig replied, “I’m just… thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Tweek said, still gripping his sleeve. 

Craig smiled softly, then grabbed Tweek’s hands and pulled him close.

“You.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss him. He let go of Tweek’s hands, which wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Craig wasn’t overly fond of P.D.A. but there was almost no one willing to spend an extra second in the cold ogling some high schoolers kissing in the snow.

****

“Craig…” Tweek said, trying to wriggle away from him. A difficult task, given that Craig had wrapped his arms around Tweek and was softly kissing his neck. It turns out it was very difficult to concentrate on homework when your boyfriend was clinging to you like a koala. 

“Come cuddle,” Craig muttered into his ear, both shy and eager at once. 

“I- GAH- would! But I have so much homework.” He said, trying to spin around to reason with Craig.

Craig sighed, holding him tighter. “But honey, it’s Friday, and your parents will call us down for supper soon, then I won’t get to touch you for hours.” 

“You,” Tweek slid forwards, then stood up and around to the chair to grab Craig’s arms and push him backwards, “Are so,” He pushed him onto the bed, sitting on his waist and leaning down till they were nose-to-nose, “Dramatic.” Tweek kissed the tip of Craig’s nose, then sat back.

“You’ll live.” He said.

Craig groaned, covering his face. At the same time, Tweek’s father shouted upstairs.

“Boys!” He called, “Come down for dinner!”

Craig groaned louder.

****

“Craig,” Tweek said, voice muffled by his shirt which he’d somehow gotten tangled around his head, “What do you want to- AH- watch? I think Good Omens season two is out.” He trailed off, finally yanking off his shirt and looking at Craig, who was staring at his phone.

“Craig? Are you looking it up?” He pulled on his pajama top, an old one of Craig’s that he’d stolen at some point.

More silence.

“Craig?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to get changed,” Craig said quickly, throwing his phone and all but fleeing the room. 

Tweek stared at the door. It wasn’t unusual for Craig to get changed in the bathroom, but the silent treatment was different. Feeling his hands start to tremble, he fisted them into his shirt and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if he’d done something. Pressure started to build on his chest as one of his hands shot up to latch onto his hair, and his breathing sped up. 

He shook his head and took several long hard breaths, then grabbed Craig’s hoodie that he’d left on the bed and shrugged it on, enveloping him in Craig’s calming scent. He lay back on the bed and took more deep breaths. Thank God he’d started seeing a therapist, and started a new medication that let him rationalize that it was more than likely an issue with Craig, rather than one of his own, and that Craig would tell him when he was ready. 

He set up the bed and the T.V., and not long after Craig shuffled in. Craig made a beeline for the bed, pulling back the blankets and flopping on top of Tweek, resting his head on his chest.

They lay like that for a few minutes, Tweek playing with Craig’s hair and watching the T.V.’s idle screen while Craig fiddled with the hem of Tweek’s shirt.

After a period of silence, Craig finally spoke.

“I… need to ask you something.”

Tweek hummed, tilting his head, “What’s that, baby?”

Craig’s ears burned as he buried his face in Tweek’s chest.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

Tweek’s eyebrows shot up. Craig? Embarrassed?

“Is it a sex thing?” He asked, half teasing.

Craig’s face shot up, fully red. “No!” He said.

Tweek giggled a little, “I was just teas-”

“No, I need you to understand, it isn’t a sex thing. At all. Just… something I like. And that I want. And I’m usually okay with just thinking about it but I really, really want it and I figured I could just get you to do it but nothing I tried worked and…” He trailed off.

Tweek’s mind was reeling. What the hell was he talking about?

“It…” Craig sighed and shuffled upwards so he could hide his face in Tweek’s neck.

“I want you to…”

“Tickle me.”

Tweek blinked.

“What?” He said, a little bewildered. The wrong thing to say, as Craig shot up and covered his face with his arm.

“Forget it!” He said, embarrassment coming off him in waves.

“Wait! Craig,” He sat up too, lightly pulling Craig’s arm away from his face.

He was fully red, darker than Tweek had ever seen, and was dramatically avoiding eye contact.

“You want me to… tickle you?”

He nodded. 

“Okay!” Tweek said. Craig’s eyes shot up, studying him.

“Seriously?” He said suspiciously.

“Yep,” Tweek lay back, patting his chest, “Come here.”

Slowly, Craig settled back down, half happed in blankets and his face in the crook of Tweek’s neck.

“Do you want me t-to be gentle or-”

“Just do it,” Craig muttered.

Tweek laughed, “Okay.”

He softly trailed his fingers up Craig’s sides while he thought about the other times they’d tickled each other. Craig did always seem very down for Tweek getting revenge and, looking back, gave up much quicker than normal. Maybe. Tweek wasn’t exactly an expert on normal, and if he was honest he sort of liked tickling too, it was fun to be close to Craig, and let him turn his brain off for a while. 

He was drawn out of his thoughts by Craig’s soft huff of laughter and realized his fingers had crawled higher, onto Craig’s ribs. He dug in a little, relishing in the full-body twitch and bubble of giggles that worked their way out of Craig’s throat.

“Twehehek…” He said.

“Yeah?”

“Uhm, cahan you do a lihitle more?”

Tweek’s heart squeezed. He had never heard Craig sound so cute. Wordlessly, he gently flipped them over so he was half lying on Craig and scratched his ribs.

Craig tipped his head back in laughter, his legs kicking fruitlessly beneath the blankets.

“Twehehehek!” He cried, gripping the comforter. As his hands crawled higher, Craig’s laughter grew more frantic, but not louder. Tweek glanced up and was momentarily distracted by the sheer love he felt for the other boy. 

Craig’s head was turned to the side, half buried in the pillows. His face was flushed, eyes scrunched shut and mouth wide open (unusual, as Craig was as insecure of his braces as he was of his teeth before.).

And his laugh. Slightly monotone, like his voice, but so carefree and happy. Tweek felt his insides squirm at how beautiful Craig was in that moment.

Then, his hands burrowed into his underarms and Craig shot up nearly head-butting Tweek as he cackled.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE!” He laughed, shaking his head and gripping Tweek’s forearms and pushing them down. “ACK- sorry! Where do you want m-me to go?”

“Hehehe, uh,” Craig leaned back down, covering his face, “My stomach?” He said quietly. 

Tweek’s hands shot down, but Craig grabbed them before they could make contact.

“Gently.” He said, looking away.

“Aw, okay,” Tweek said, pushing up his shirt.

“Wh- uh, okay,” Craig said, watching Tweek’s hands with rapt attention. Tweek gently skimmed the light brown skin, grinning when it twitched beneath his fingers.

He drew soft shapes on Craig’s stomach, hearts and stars, and smiled at Craig.

“You’re s-so cute,” He said.

Craig groaned into his hands, “Shuhuhut uhuhup,” He giggled.

“Hmm?” Tweek asked, “Did you tell me to shut up?” He twitched his fingers, softly scratching his nails. 

Craig’s back arched, “Nohoho I dihihidn’t.”

“If you say-say so, man.” 

Tweek continued to softly tickle Craig’s stomach, drumming his fingers over Craig’s hips and spidering around his belly button. By the time Craig had had enough, he had a wide, dopey smile stretched over his face and sleepy eyes. 

Tweek rolled off of him, wrapping his arms around him from the back, and flipped through the T.V. to find something to watch while Craig drifted off in his arms. 

Thinking back to Craig’s behavior throughout the day, from scaring him in the morning, (playfully) annoying him throughout the day, and being weird on the way home, he realized Craig had been asking for it all day. He huffed and leaned down, kissing his forehead. Craig mumbled sleepily and Tweek smiled. He knew now. 

Eventually, he settled on a film and relaxed back into the pillows. It was a good day.

****

[yiplee]

I’m sorry I have no idea what to name this

Creek ticklefic (SFW!)

(Lee!Craig) (Ler!Tweek)

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Craig and Tweek are hanging out at Craig’s, and Tweek makes a special little discovery while they’re chilling with stripe on the bed.

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“Is this- ACK- okay? Am I gonna crush him?! OH GOD AM I GONNA CRUSH HIM?!” Tweek asked, watching stripe with wide eyes as the furry creature crawled around on Craig’s bed.

“You’re not gonna crush him, Tweek.” Craig reassured Tweek in his monotone voice, watching Stripe scuttle and sniff around.

The two boys were laying on their backs beside each other, with Stripe in between them on Craig’s bed. Stripe was sniffing around rather curiously, and stuck his little nose in between Craig’s neck and shoulder, making him scrunch up and move away.

“You okay?” Tweek asked, unknowing of why Craig had flinched away there. He hadn’t put the pieces together.

“Uh, yeah.” Craig nodded. He didn’t want Tweek knowing the real reason, after all. Craig gently moved Stripe back to his original spot.

The little guinea pig only tried again, this time trying to climb up Craig’s side with his little paws.

Craig took in a sharp inhale, trying not to cringe and squirm away. He gently lifted up Stripe, setting him back down on the bed.

“Heh, I think he wants to climb up you. Like a little mountain.” Tweek observed, watching the strangely determined guinea pig as it started towards Craig again.

“Yeah, well, uh..he can’t. Because uh..he could..” Craig trailed off, sliding up on the bed to try and avoid Stripe. This only made his jacket ride up over his shirt, and the ambitious guinea pig leapt right in.

Craig struggled not to squeak as the little lump under his jacket began scurrying around, and holy shit did that tickle like all hell.

“Gah! Fuck! Stripe!” Craig hissed quietly, trying to grab Stripe, who was scuttling about quickly.

“GAH! Is he hurting you?! Are you okay?!” Tweek sat up, looking very worried.

“Um, he’s just-!” Craig could probably play off his discomfort as being scratched and hurt, but that might worry Tweek. He also didn’t want Tweek to know the truth, so he was a bit stuck.

Just when Craig thought things couldn’t get any worse, he heard Tweek utter some very worrying words.

“Here, I’ll get him out.”

Craig had no time to turn Tweek down on his offer before the blonde’s hand slipped under Craig’s jacket and began searching around for the guinea pig.

Now with what felt like a million little fingernails tickling all over him, Craig suddenly burst into frantic laughter with a prompt snort, squirming like hell and thrashing around.

This caught Tweek off guard, confusing him for a moment. “Wait…Craig, you’re ticklish? This whole time, you’ve just been ticklish?” Tweek asked, astonished, as a smirk grew on his face.

“N-NOHOHO! I’M NAHAHAT- *snort* GAHAHA STAHAHAP!” He shrieked, as Tweek began intentionally tickling up and down Craig’s ribs, while Stripe skittered across his belly.

“Oh, but, then however will I get Stripe out?” Tweek teased, digging his fingers into Craig’s armpit, making his laughter jump up an octave.

“AAAHAHAHAHA *snort* FUHUHUCK! TWEEHEHEHEEK GEHEHET HIM OUT AHAHAHALREADY!!” Craig pleaded, his voice a shrill squeal as he squirmed wildly.

“Wow, you’re really ticklish. I really didn’t expect you to be this ticklish, Craig.” Tweek ignored Craig’s request, continuing to tease him as his fingers went on.

“I- AHAHAHA-! I SWEHEHEAR IM *snort* BETTER AHAHAT HIDING IHIHIT!!” Craig squealed, and he wasn’t lying. He can usually keep his composure for minutes on end, but Stripe’s scuttling along with Tweek’s fingers under his jacket was just unfair.

“AAHAHA!! TWEEHEHEHEEK PLEHEHEASE!!” Craig begged, his face turning red as tears pricked the edge of his eyes, which were shut so tight they crinkled.

“Haha, alright. I’ve gotta catch stripe first.” Tweek mumbled, a bit of uncertainty growing in him as he searched for the furry terror.

He grabbed Stripe as gently as possible, and pulled him out from under Craig’s jacket, leaving the exhausted boy panting for breath.

“Heh, uh, you alright, Craig?” Tweek asked, looking at the other who had just been absolutely wrecked.

“Put..Stripe..in his home..he’s..fucking..grounded.” Craig sighed, pausing in between words for gasps of air.

Tweek chuckled, picking up Stripe and setting him down in his little home, and returning to the bed to lie next to Craig, watching him recover.

“Sorry about that.” Tweek said, placing his hand in Craig’s. Craig just sighed and turned to Tweek with a faint smile.

“It’s..it’s alright. After all, you saved me.” He said with a small chuckle. Tweek smiled back as they both looked up at the ceiling, where Craig’s glow-in-the-dark star stickers twinkled in the dim afternoon sunlight.

[gayelderstourney]

Bracket Be Upon Ye

This was really hard to seed because I know half of them will be eliminated round 1 but I don't really want any of them to lose lol. I ended up deciding to dedicate entire quarters to (mostly) yaoi or (mostly) yuri, with yaoi and yuri only going up against each other starting in the semifinals. This is just because most of the yaoi pairings are more popular and if I seeded solely on popularity most of the yuri would be eliminated immediately.

(I'm not trying to misgender Raine, and I'm not gonna label that specific pairing "yaoi" or "yuri"; it's just their partner is a woman and there's no easy way to split up the contestants otherwise.)

Round 1 on the left side will start Sunday, July 23. Matches will start being posted at 10:00 AM CST (15:00 UTC) and last for a week. Right side will be next week after the left side concludes.

[Image description: A 32-contestant tournament bracket labeled "old man yaoi + old woman yuri bracket!" with multiple exclamation marks. The background is a pink and lavender gradient. The matchups are as listed below. End ID.]

Hemithea/Josephine (Percy Jackson) vs. Grace Hanson/Frankie Bergstein (Grace and Frankie)

Gertrude Robinson/Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs. Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay (Penumbra Podcast)

Red/Blue (This is How You Lose the Time War) vs. Arcee/Aileron (Transformers)

Ms. Bitters/Countess von Verminstrasser (Invader Zim) vs. Miriam Forcible/April Spink (Coraline)

Gerald Robotnik/Black Doom (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Sheo/The Nailsmith (Hollow Knight)

Jean-Luc Picard/Q (Star Trek) vs. The Once-ler/The Lorax (Lorax 2012)

Ilya Tchaiko/Seichirou Agawa (Our Dreams At Dusk) vs. Heavy/Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Coomer/Bubby (Half Life VR But The Ai Is Self Aware) vs. Statler/Waldorf (The Muppets)

May Parker/Olivia Octavius (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse) vs. Aunt Holiday/Auntie Lofty (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler (Marvel) vs. Maggie Radcliffe/Jocelyn Knight (Broadchurch)

Hanayo Nishida/Yoshiko Dojima (Hanamonogatari) vs. Navani Kholin/Raboniel (The Stormlight Archive)

Kelly/Yorkie (Black Mirror) vs. Eda Clawthorne/Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Sir Alistair Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs (Borderlands) vs. Irving Bailiff/Burt Goodman (Severance)

Jean Valjean/Javert (Les Miserables) vs. Ravenpaw/Barley (Warriors)

Fiddleford McGucket/Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls) vs. Xehanort/Eraqus (Kingdom Hearts)

Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear (Psychonauts) vs. Craig Cuttlefish/DJ Octavio (Splatoon)

[bubbleecloud]

HEADCANONS FOR ONE OFF/SIDE CHARACTERS IN SOUTH PARKKKK 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Im a sucker for these fuckers why are all the one appearance amazers so good 😩😩😩😩 they need tks too y'all I'm feral 😫😫😫

Scott Malkinson: not exactly sure if he counts as a side character but I love him to much to disclude him he has ZERO tk content the poor thing :((

-probably a 50/50 switch

-hes a little defiant thing and is actually pretty strong (captain diabetes rizz 💪💪) so its a bit of a fight to get him down

-its so worth it though omfg

-laugh is full of screams and squeals no matter where you go or how intense you are he cant help it

-him and Clyde get into tickle fights a lot. They are just two giggly dorks AUGH

-I like to think that Clyde introduced him to craigs gang and they all did an "initiation" where they just tickled the snot out of him

-sassy ler you cant convince me otherwise

-"oh, it tickles? Well, how do you think I felt, huh?"

-fast, sporatic movements and LOTS of teases. He jumps from spot to spot to keep you on your toes

-will absolutely pin you down. Stronk 💪💪💪

Shelly Marsh ok I know I'm starting out with the more popular ones but it'll get better I promise 😣 (I'll probably make a pt 2 🤩)

-LER.

-Soooo mean and ruthless

-stan lives in FEAR

-Will tickle him to absolute TEARS. Knows every spot on him and WILL exploit them to no end

-definetly the type to poke fun at you while shes tickling you 100%

-i like to think that when she has her friends sleepover they all team up on Stan and it KILLS him omfg

-is only ever really been tickled by her mom because everyone else is absolutely TERRIFIED of her

-snort filled laugh to the tee

-will not hesitate to punch or kick you if you try to tickle her she is feral.

Scott Tenorman

-lord I love him GRRRRRR

-like 60/40 ler and lee

-in my particular au ( ya know the Scott/cartman/clyde sib au? Golden 😤) he is the tickle KING of the household so let's talk about that

-terrorizes his younger siblings like hell oml. He will literally hold them both down and get them both at once

-cartman especially. Hes such a little shit and its the only way Scott can subdue him. Literally the only person who can tickle him and live lmao.

-god the fucking wrestling matches that happen are off the walls oml. All you hear is laughter and screams all day

-he can have his lee moments though

-sometimes Clyde and cartman will team up on him for revenge and hes defenseless

-has a really dorky laugh that he HATES he thinks its so embarrassing

-even though he could probably very easily stop them, he let's them tickle him because of those hig brother instincts 🥺🥺🥺🥺

OKKKKK thats all lmao ^^ if this does well I'll do more obscure characters bcuz I love them all 😋😋

[strawmyberry]

GOODNITE I LOVE UR CONTENT 😭 /POS

aaaa!! thank you 🥹

so!!! as some of you know- my birthday as tomorrow (yayyy!) and i wanted to give a little gift to you guys as a thank you!

unfortunately, everything im writing is still in the works :( so i wanted to find an alternative! i know it isn’t much- but this is all my silly way of showing what im workin on right now! (just so you guys know i am working on things!)

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

FICS:

lee!barbarian tweek and ler!feldspar (thief craig)! i got an ask for these two sillies AGES ago (im so sorry for making you wait so long anon :((( ! but it IS in the works! pinky pinky swear!!!)

lee!butters and ler!kenny!

this one was one of my own silly little ideas- since i was very very happy to see how much everyone loved the butter’s little southern twang hc 🥹 so expect a lot of southern and a lot of giggles!

lee!tweek and ler!craig! more of the sillies!!! 🥹 this one actually has a funny backstory- a couple of days ago i responded to an ask that was asking me where i get my inspiration! (thank you again for that ask🥹) and in the hashtags i said this!

AND THAT IS WHAT INSPIRED THIS FIC LMAOOOO basically it’s the backstory behind the C + T carving in the woods!!! cute and silly and fun!!!

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

and that’s what i got!!! my asks are still open so if you ever feel the urge to request or ask something- feel free to pop that in there!!! thanks for all the patience everyone!!! 🥹

— ❤️🍓 strawberry 🍓❤️

[tricks-tickles]

Are You Happy?

sudden burst of inspo be like:

sorry i dropped off the face of the earth(ish) apparently im limited to three fics per fandom haha

anyway south park amirite

(also psa im bri ish so idk how american unis work so the boys r 18ish here but im p sure i didn't get anything disastrously wrong)

word count: 1459

pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek

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“Craig?” 

Tweek sat on his bed next to his boyfriend, anxiously tugging on the base of his shirt as he studied Craig’s expression. Despite being the stoic one of the two, he had a strangely tense look about him. 

“Yeah?” Craig said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Uh, are you- ACK, okay? You seem kind of n-nervous?” Tweek asked, twitching a little. 

“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” He responded, still looking at his hands, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“GAH- uh, because of your uni-university application?!” Craig had applied to the University of Colorado’s astrophysics course and was due to hear back at some point in the coming week. Although he had the grades for the course, he wasn’t sure about his personal essay and had been internally freaking out for a while. It was Saturday now, and his nerves were at an all-time high. He guessed it was starting to show.

“No.” He said, then paused, “Yes. I’m just worried I won’t get in.” Honesty is the best policy, or whatever.

“Of course you will!” Tweek said, winking out of anxiety. “You’re the- GAHAH- smartest guy I know!

Craig hummed, digging his feet into the bed. 

“I don’t know about that…” He muttered.

“And besides! Maybe they’re just BUSY! Or running late or s-something.” He said, screwing up his face in a twitch. 

“Maybe,” Craig said, unconvinced. “You’re lucky you don’t have to worry about this.” Tweek had taken a gap year to work at his parent's shop and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. If Craig was accepted then he would follow him to Boulder, or wherever he wanted to go. Tweek was sure he’d follow Craig to the ends of the earth.

“AH- don’t mention that! It’s WAY too much pressure!”

“Right,” Craig said, “Sorry.”

Tweek twitched anxiously. He had almost no experience in comforting people and was way out of his depth. Craig probably didn’t want to talk about it, and he wasn’t sure what else to do. He gently tugged on his hair, thinking about what Craig had done for him when he was anxious. Slowly, an idea formed. 

“Craig?” He said, again.

“Yeah?”

“Um, do you want me to- ACK- cheer you up or some-something?” 

He looked at Tweek, a little bemused.

“You can try,” Craig said, curious as to what he would do.

Tweek took a careful breath in, then shuffled closer to Craig and, shivering slightly, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Craig tensed, then sagged into his boyfriend's touch. Despite having been ‘together’ for around eight years, their relationship had only become real two years ago, and even still they were a little shy around each other. Tweek was too anxious to make the first move most of the time, and Craig had no idea how to, so they danced around each other until one of them stepped up. 

Craig had forgotten how comforting Tweek could be if he tried. When Stripe 5 had died Tweek’s hugs had been the only thing keeping him together. He sighed and shuffled closer to him, breathing in the smell of coffee. 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Tweek worked up the courage to enact part two of his plan. He placed his spare hand on Craig’s side and began gently tracing his fingers along his hoodie. Craig stiffened again, jumping when Tweek’s fingers twitched against him. 

“Honey, what are you dohing?” He said, stifling a giggle when Tweek’s fingers crept toward his stomach. 

“Well, you remember when- GAH- I was f-feeling anxious about nothing a few weeks ago, and you asked me if you could cheer me up? And I said yes so you started t-tickling me and you didn’t stop until you thought I was happy? And I kept- AH- saying I was happy but you were like ‘I don’t believe you, honey.’ and it t-tickled really bad? Do you remember that?” While he spoke Tweek’s other arm slipped from around Craig’s shoulders, making him squeak and slide down the bed as Tweek started pinching his side. 

“Nohoho,” Craig said, trying to bring his knees up to protect his stomach. Tweek noticed and shifted till he was sitting on Craig’s thighs to keep them down.

“No?! You don’t r-remember? It was only a few weeks ago- GAH-, you must have a pretty bad memory.”

He started scratching Craig’s stomach, making him laugh properly.

“I rehemehembeher!” He cried, his hands torn between covering his face and pushing away Tweek’s hands. He settled on tugging the flaps of his hat till it covered his eyes.

“Oh! G-good. Then you remember that- AH- you kept teasing me too? You were like ‘Does this t-tickle, babe?’ ‘How about here?’ ‘Are you having fun? You sound like you’re having fun.’. So, Craig, I want to a-ask you: are you having fun?”

“Ahahaha!”

“‘That’s not an answer, babe.’ That’s what you’d say.” Tweek said. He had to admit that he was sort of enjoying himself. Craig had tickled him, but he’d never worked up the courage to get him back. Now though, as he watched his boyfriend squirm and blush and laugh under his wiggling fingers, he understood exactly why Craig got him all the time. His laugh was somewhat monotone but it had a lightness to it that made Tweek feel all warm inside.

“Are you happy? Are you h-having fun? Do you- AH like this, baby?” He teased, drumming into his ribcage.

Craig was sure he was going to die. Tweek’s fingers were sending little bolts of lightning through his body, darting around so he couldn’t catch them. Worse, though, was the teasing. He was sure it wasn’t as bad when he did it to Tweek, his stomach was full of butterflies and his face was burning hot. Tweek rarely called him pet names, so he was sure he was about to combust. But the worst of it was that he was enjoying it. It was fun to have Tweek be so playful and close to him and to have all his anxiety chased away by his uncontrollable laughter. Not that he was going to say that to him though. 

“Are you- ERK- ignoring me?” Tweek said, grinning impishly. His fingers wiggled upwards, then lifted entirely.

Craig panted, pushing up his hat and catching his breath.

“Ihihi’m nohoht ihignohoring yohou.” He giggled.

“Then answer my q-questions, love,” Tweek said, still smiling as his fingers twitched in the air above Craig’s chest.

“Whahat were thehey again?”

“Do- AH- do you like this? Are you h-having fun?” 

“Uh,” Craig trailed off, pulling his hat down again, “Maybe…” He whispered. 

“What was that?”

“MahahABYEHEHE!! TWEEK!” He squealed at Tweek’s fingers suddenly wiggling into his underarms. Craig slammed his arms down and arched his back, trying to squirm away from the unbearable feeling. 

“Oops, I d-didn’t catch that.” Tweek said, using his pointer fingers to rub little circles into the divots of Craig’s underarms. 

“I LIKE IT! I LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHAHASE HONEY, IHIT REHEHAHALLY TIHIHICKLES!”

“And you’re happy?” 

“IHIHI’M HAHAPPY! WHEHENEHEVEHER IHI’M WIHIHITH YOHOHOUHU IHI’M SOHO HAHAHAPY!”

Tweek squeaked, blushed, and toppled off Craig, falling to the side of him. He shifted and turned to face him, where Craig had done the same.

“Do- GAH- do you mean that?” He said, shyly.

Craig took a few deep breaths, “Yeah,” He said.

He tried to adjust his hat but ended up taking it off and throwing it somewhere vaguely behind him. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing Tweek softly. 

He made a content noise and leaned a little deeper into Craig. At that same time, the doorbell rang and Craig’s mother called him downstairs.

The two boys looked at each other before racing down the stairs and stumbling into Craig’s kitchen, where his mother stood holding an envelope.

Craig took a deep breath in, crossing the kitchen and ripping it open. Tweek felt his heart hammer, nervous on Craig’s behalf. His eyes scanned the text before he closed the letter again and gently set it down on the counter. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Slowly, he turned to face Tweek. 

Tweek’s heart sank. There were pinpricks of tears in Craig’s eyes and he was ready to offer the ultimate sympathy when a smile took over his face and he announced, in the driest, most monotone voice,

“I got in.” 

Everyone erupted in cheers. His mother, his father and sister (who had come to see what all the fuss was about,), and Tweek. 

They all rushed forward and Craig found himself crushed between all his favourite people. 

Tweek caught his gaze and smiled, his eyes glittering.

“I t-told you there was nothing to worry about. You’re the smartest guy I know.”

[kykyarchives]

Stripe Tucker

★ bem vindos ao meu blog sobre minhas ocs de south park pc!

★ hoje meu personagem escolhido para eu falar sobre é Stripe Tucker!

★ nome completo: Stripe Tucker Tweak

★ apelidos: Stri, amante de flores, estressadinha

★ gênero: feminino

★ cor do cabelo: loiro

★ religião: Budista

★ aniversário: 31 de Julho

★ Parentes: Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Chad Tucker

★ aparência - personalidade (com Simon, Melanie, Chad, Nick e Eleanor/Gabrielle) - relacionamentos - gostos - desgostos - medos - curiosidades

★ aparência

— Ela tem longos cabelos loiros, seus cabelos são um pouco ondulados, no cabelo ela usa uma presilha verde e uma flor rosa. Suas roupas são uma camisa azul com uma "gola" branca com um casaco preto e calças rosas, ela usa um par de sapatos pretos com luvas azuis ← aparência atual

— originalmente seus cabelos era o estilo Tomboyish pigtails (acho que é assim) loiro com mexas pretas, ela usava um sweater verde com luvas sem dedos, ela usava uma saia marrom com polainas, ela usava um sapato preto (ou marrom, não me lembro) e tinha alguns band-aids no rosto

★ personalidade

— Stripe geralmente é estressada e é sempre vista nervosa, mas quando duvidam da força dela ela fica extremamente raivosa e quase bate na pessoa, mas ela consegue ficar calma quando está com pessoas que gosta, como, Melanie

Simon — quando Stripe está perto dele, ela é vista nervosa ou com medo, mas é bem raro de ver Stripe brava ou discutindo com Simon, eles se odeiam muito, por motivo nenhum, e Stripe tem medo dele por causa que Simon machuca ela. Simon sempre chama Stripe de F*cker e Stripe chama de Simon de Marshmallow

Melanie — Stripe se dá muito bem com Melanie, elas são melhores amigas. Stripe tem sentimentos românticos por Melanie, mas não tem coragem de contar, então, elas são apenas amigas. (por enquanto, algum dia Stripe se declara)

Chad — os dois são irmãos, Stripe quando mais nova se dava bem com ele mas hoje em dia... Stripe não gosta de Chad e fica zoando ele por causa do aparelho que ele usa.

Nick — Stripe não gosta dele, sua personalidade com ele é rude e raivosa, Nick parece ignorar isso e se esforça para tentar ser amigo dela.

Eleanor — elas se dão bem, muito bem, elas são melhores amigas, Eleanor sempre chama Stripe de Stri ou Strip.

★ Relacionamentos

— Stripe já teve um relacionamento com Nick, não deu muito certo.... por isso Stripe não gosta de Nick, pois Stripe tinha descoberto uma traição. Futuramente Stripe irá ter um relacionamento com Melanie.

★ Gostos

— Stripe ama chocolate quente e café, ela adora seus pais e amigos (especialmente Melanie e Eleanor) ela também adora chocolate e jogos. Ela ama seu pet, um pássaro (ainda não tenho nome pra ele)

★ Desgostos

— Stripe não gosta de Chad, e Nick, ela ODEIA Simon com todas suas forças, ela não gosta de escadas de madeira, canibais, fantasmas e pesadelos.

★ Medos

— Canibais, fantasmas, ursos.

★ Curiosidades

— o primeiro nome que Stripe teve foi Tina, o segundo foi Eden e depois o que está sendo usado.

— o irmão de Stripe era pra ser uma garota e deveria parecer muito com Craig.

— Stripe é fã de jardinagem, por isso o apelido "amante de flores".

— Stripe foi a primeira fankid do Post Covid que eu fiz.

— Stripe é bem alta, um tamanho não muito comum para sua idade.

— Stripe passa quase 24 horas falando sobre seu pássaro, o espaço e sobre flores.

★ Bem, este é o final do meu primeiro blog, espero que gostem! Por favor, se tiverem alguma ideia para o nome do pássaro da Stripe, comente, obrigada por ler isso! Até mais!

[dannystheone]

omg I cant believe I inspired this for you this is amazing! you write their dialogue so well, tweeks tics and little bursts are perfect!

also Craig being nervous about getting tickles in his monotone voice hehehe

and tweek being tickly over a little paintbrush aaaa it’s so cute

Wild Lines

got inspired by dannys comment on some art i did so uh here

(tiny disclaimer: also there are some slighty suggestive implications here BUT i didn’t mean for them to be sexual at all! i imagine the boys are 13/14 here so its just teenagers being teenagers but if that makes u uncomfortable pls feel free to skip)

word count: 1264

pairing: Ler!Craig/Lee!Tweek

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“-and I just- ERK- feel bad for him? Like if I had to g-guard the stick and I LOST it? I would- GEUHH- probably die!” 

Tweek and Craig stood in the latter’s bedroom. It was a pale morning, the sun was weakly streaming through Craig’s space-patterned curtains as he stifled a yawn, adjusting his cape. Tweek had slept at his the night before, and they were now getting ready to join the rest of their friends in playing the Stick of Truth. Tweek twitched, worrying over the day before where Clyde had let the stick be taken by the Elves, and was thus banished by the Wizard Cartman from time and space. His lack of a morning coffee was only exacerbating these nerves.

“Yeah, but there's nothing you can do, honey,” Craig responded, neither noticing the nickname as he half-heartedly searched for his hat. 

“Still feel bad,” Tweek muttered. “ARG!! I can’t do this stu-stupid paint!” 

Tweek had been attempting to draw the Barbarian markings on his arms for almost 10 minutes now, but each time his hands had shaken so violently he’d ended up with wildly spiky lines and a dozen ruined attempts. 

“How did I do this yesterday...” He said, gripping his hair in frustration. Craig found his hat next to Tweek, securing it to his head, and hummed in response.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” He said, not registering his own words until Tweek’s eyes snapped up to his, paintbrush still hovering over his arm. 

“Would you?!” Tweek replied, rocking forward to peer at Craig, who felt his face heat up a little at how close they were. He wasn’t sure where they stood, relationship-wise. They were ‘pretending’ to be together for the good of South Park, but lately, they’d been getting a little closer behind closed doors. Craig had given up limiting his pet names to the public only, and they’d just became like nicknames to the boys. Still, Craig would feel butterflies erupt in his stomach whenever Tweek got a little too close to be strictly platonic.

“Uh,” He said, trying to act like he hadn’t lost his train of thought, “Sure?” 

Tweek handed Craig the paintbrush and held out his arm. Gently holding his wrist (and ignoring how his insides squirmed at the touch), Craig swirled the brush around the pot of dark paint on the dresser and slid it over the jagged edges of Tweek’s attempt, smoothing them out. 

It was almost therapeutic. After he got over the initial wave of embarrassment at their proximity, drawing the markings became incredibly relaxing. That was until he reached Tweek’s torso. He started on his ribs, remembering how the stripe had cut across them yesterday, and drew a smooth line up. Or he would have, had Tweek not gasped and stumbled backward, cutting him off.

“Tweek?” He said, concerned.

“GAH- I-I’m okay! You just- EURGH- startled me! That’s all.” He squeaked suspiciously.

“Sure…” Craig muttered, placing the brush back on his chest and noting the full-body shiver that ran through him.

He tried to paint the line, but Tweek’s twitching made him grind his teeth in frustration as he started messing up the lines too. Tweek had been fine when it was his arm, why was he so nervous about his chest? 

Maybe it’s me, Craig thought. Maybe I’m making him uncomfortable, and he doesn’t know how to tell me? He sighed and started filling in the wider section at Tweek’s side, hoping that he wasn’t making him feel too awkward when Tweek suddenly gripped Craig’s cape tightly and made a strained noise. He looked up and panicked when he saw that Tweek’s face was bright red and screwed up. 

“...Tweek?” He said, again. 

“I’m fine!” Tweek shouted, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Just keep g-gOING!”

If I’m making you that uncomfortable-, he thought before shaking his head and resolving to finish quicker. He started again with the short light strokes on Tweek’s side, then unbeknownst to him, the dam broke.

“Craig!” Tweek squealed, “It- ACK- tihihicklehes!” He shook his head as the giggles finally spilled out of him.

Craig stopped dead. Tickles? This whole time I’ve been thinking I’m making him uncomfortable and that he hates how close I am and he was too stressed to say anything- and I was just tickling him? He balked at Tweek, who covered his face in embarrassment. 

“And you didn’t think to say anything?” He deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Tweek said, still covering his face. 

Craig hummed, then eyed the vulnerable position Tweek was putting himself in. He wasn’t exactly mad at Tweek, but the idea of revenge did sound nice. He set the paintbrush down on the dresser, then lifted his hands, hovering them above Tweek’s sides before diving in. 

Tweek jumped, squirming from the surprise attack.

“Crahaihihihg!” He giggled. 

“Yes, babe?” He said innocently, pinching along Tweek’s sides.

Tweek squeaked, curling in on himself while his hands gripped Craig’s cape and tugged on it.

"Nohoho!"

Craig shifted, moving his hands to wiggle softly over Tweek’s stomach. He stumbled backwards, still holding Craig’s cape and bringing him down with him as Tweek fell onto Craig’s bed.

He paused for a second, letting Tweek catch his breath as he considered their position. Tweek lay on his back, his legs sprawled around Craig, who was kneeling in between his thighs. He felt his face heat up and distracted himself by grabbing Tweek’s hips, which were exposed due to his costume's lack of a shirt. He squeezed, wiggling his thumbs into the divots of the bones.

Tweek squealed, tipping his head back in laughter.

“CRAHAHAIHIHIG!” He cried, gently hitting Craig’s shoulders as he kicked his legs uselessly.

“What?” He teased, “Can the Barbarian not handle the tickles?” 

Tweek’s face flushed red, one hand shooting up to cover his face, smearing the already smudged paint. 

“IHIHI’LL- URGH- KIHIHIHILL YOHOHUHUHU!” He laughed, grabbing Craig’s forearms. 

Tweek was stronger than Craig, objectively, but he made no move to stop his hands from reaching up to skitter along his sides and gently scratching at the base of his ribs. 

Tweek started to hiccup in his laughter, squeezing Craig’s arms. He leaned forwards, glancing up at Tweek’s face for a moment. His eyes were screwed shut, his cheeks a rosy red, and his face split wide in a toothy smile that made Craig’s heart skip a beat. Cute… he thought, then shook his head and pressed his lips to Tweek’s stomach, blowing a raspberry.

That was the wrong move as Tweek suddenly regained his strength and launched forwards, knocking the two of them off the bed and onto the (thankfully carpeted) floor. 

Shit.

Craig’s heart pounded, Tweek loomed over him, his fingers twitching as he searched for where to start his revenge. But their position… Tweek straddling Craig’s waist, crouching over him, his warm hands crawling under Craig’s shirt… His face burned, and in a moment of panic he cried,

“Wait!”

Tweek paused, and in his eyes, Craig truly saw the Barbarian Tweek was playing, that wild stare- and his insides turned to mush.

“If- if you tick- uh, get revenge on me I won’t do your paint.” He said in a rush.

Tweek hummed and twitched a little. After a moment’s deliberation, he sat back, letting Craig up.

“Fine.” He said.

Craig sighed in relief and picked up the paintbrush, ready to correct what had been smudged in their antics when Tweek added, “I’ll just- ACK- get you back when you l-least expect, babe.”

Shit. It was going to be a long day.

[tretasdocromo-pt]

📰 A DC está em negociações com Craig Gillespie para realizar o filme Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow para a Warner Bros, de acordo com um artigo da Deadline. É um passo que pode colocar o realizador de Dumb Money, Cruella e I, Tonya na linha da frente dos planos da DC para introduzir um novo universo de super-heróis para os cinéfilos. Gillespie ainda não está oficialmente a bordo, por isso é melhor... 🗞️ 📲 Podes ler o resto da notícia no link👇 🖱 https://tretasdocromo.pt/supergirl-woman-of-tomorrow-tem-realizador-em-mira/?feed_id=4773&_unique_id=661452fa393e0

[poligrafoserio]

Vacinas contra a Covid estão associadas a um grande aumento de doenças cardíacas, sanguíneas e neurológicas, conclui um estudo importante

As vacinas contra a Covid têm sido associadas a aumentos significativos de doenças cardíacas, sanguíneas e neurológicas, de acordo com o maior estudo global deste tipo até à data. O Correio tem mais .

Uma coligação internacional de especialistas em vacinas procurou 13 condições médicas entre 99 milhões de receptores de vacinas em oito países, a fim de identificar taxas mais elevadas dessas condições após receberem as vacinas. Eles confirmaram que as injeções feitas pela Pfizer, Moderna e AstraZeneca estão associadas a um risco significativamente maior de cinco condições médicas – incluindo uma condição de desgaste nervoso que deixa as pessoas com dificuldade para andar ou pensar. Mas o estudo também alertou para vários outros distúrbios que, segundo eles, justificavam uma investigação mais aprofundada, incluindo as ligações entre uma condição de inchaço cerebral e a vacina da Moderna. Ainda assim, a equipe afirma que o risco absoluto de desenvolver qualquer uma das doenças permanece pequeno. Por exemplo, foram administradas 13 mil milhões de doses de vacinas e registaram-se apenas 2.000 casos de todas as doenças. … Entretanto, o estudo também confirmou um risco três vezes maior de um tipo de inflamação cardíaca chamada miocardite, embora os investigadores não tenham fornecido o número de casos esperados versus casos reais. A miocardite foi observada mais comumente em homens jovens. Acredita-se que esteja relacionado à resposta imunológica desencadeada pelas vacinas de mRNA da Pfizer e Moderna, que funcionam instruindo as células a produzirem a mesma proteína que está no topo do coronavírus.  Isso faz com que o sistema imunológico produza anticorpos contra a proteína spike, proporcionando proteção contra a Covid. Em casos raros, esta resposta imunitária pode causar inflamação no músculo cardíaco. … Houve um risco superior a 3,7 vezes de uma condição chamada Encefalomielite Disseminada Aguda (ADEM), que causa inchaço no cérebro e na medula espinhal que danifica a cobertura protetora das fibras nervosas no cérebro e na medula espinhal, após a primeira dose do Moderna vacina. … O estudo também descobriu que após receber a primeira dose da vacina AstraZeneca, houve riscos 1,9 e 3,9 vezes maiores de mielite transversa e ADEM, respectivamente. A paralisia de Bell, que causa fraqueza temporária ou paralisia dos músculos de um lado do rosto, teve uma probabilidade aumentada de 1,05 após a primeira dose da vacina Pfizer.  Houve também um risco 1,3 a 1,4 vezes maior de ter uma convulsão após a primeira e segunda doses da vacina Moderna, bem como a quarta dose da vacina Pfizer. … Após a primeira dose da vacina AstraZeneca, houve um risco 3,2 vezes maior do que o esperado de Trombose do Seio Venoso Cerebral (TVC). Os riscos após a primeira dose da vacina Pfizer e após a segunda dose foram 1,49 e 1,25 vezes maiores.

Vale a pena ler na íntegra .

Os investigadores tentaram suavizar as suas descobertas alegando que as vacinas contra a Covid salvaram 19 milhões de vidas, embora os críticos tenham dito que este número se baseia em modelos contrafactuais com suposições sobre a eficácia da vacina que são irrealistas.

Os pesquisadores também observaram que a infecção por Covid foi muito pior do que a vacinação devido a muitos efeitos colaterais: “As chances de ter um evento neurológico após uma infecção aguda por SARS-CoV-2 foram até 617 vezes maiores do que após a vacinação por Covid, sugerindo que os benefícios da a vacinação supera substancialmente os riscos.”

Mas mesmo que isto seja tomado pelo seu valor nominal, ignora-se que a taxa de infecção era normalmente mais elevada e não mais baixa nos vacinados e os riscos irão somar-se uns aos outros.

A patologista Dra. Clare Craig não ficou impressionada com o estudo. Em um tweet que foi visto mais de 100.000 vezes, o autor de Expired – Covid, a história não contada, classificou o jornal como “uma piada”. Além da alegação de ter salvado “vidas de recortes de papelão” com base em “modelagens ridículas”, o Dr. Craig disse que o tratamento dos dados pelos autores foi “desonesto” porque eles esconderam a diferença crucial entre o primeiro e o segundo 21 dias após a inoculação.

“Nos primeiros 21 dias ou mais, todos os eventos são menores devido ao efeito do vacinado saudável”, explicou o médico. O efeito do vacinado saudável é o fenômeno conhecido em que as pessoas que estão atualmente doentes não são vacinadas, reduzindo artificialmente a incidência de todas as doenças nas primeiras semanas após a vacinação. Os autores sabem disso, observa o Dr. Craig, e é por isso que “analisaram 0-7 dias, 8-21 dias e 22-42 dias separadamente”.

No entanto, apesar de terem feito esta análise, os investigadores apenas incluíram no artigo os dados de todo o período, anulando assim muitos dos problemas que teriam surgido nos segundos 21 dias através do efeito do vacinado saudável, reduzindo a incidência nos primeiros 21 dias. 21 dias.

“Para este manuscrito, apresentamos resultados apenas para o intervalo de risco de 0 a 42 dias”, escreveram os autores.

Apesar de usarem esse truque, eles “ainda encontraram problemas”, observa o Dr. Craig.

Artigo original:

[yiplee]

Yes! Please write the Kyle and Stan vs Tweek and Craig fight when you have time! Talk about an epic battle! And seeing Tweek and Craig being tickled to death at the same time would be so cute!

Yes omg

Them rn:

Stan&Kyle vs. Tweek&Craig leeets get it 😍✨

Sorry I’m not getting to the other requests I’m just having writers block with them but this I wanna do. Keep the reqs coming!

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Stan, Kyle, Tweek and Craig were all hanging out at Kyle’s house. They were sat on the couch in front of the TV, arguing over what to watch.

Stan and Kyle wanted to watch Terrance and Phillip, while Craig insisted they watched Red Racer. Tweek thought the idea of choosing a side was too much pressure, so he stuck with Craig’s choice as they were usually a pair with things.

“It’s my house, Craig! I should get to choose what to watch!” Kyle argued, pointing an accusatory finger at his monotone friend.

“You invited us over to watch ‘the greatest show of all time’, I didn’t think you meant the dumbest!” Craig retorted.

“Dude, we all like Terrance and Phillip! You’re the only one who likes Red Racer!” Kyle argued back, getting a scoff and eyeroll from Craig.

“Guys, guys, I think there’s only one way to settle this.” Stan interrupted, cocking an eyebrow at the two other boys across the couch.

Tweek jumped in his seat. “AGH! What do you mean?! Are you gonna fight?! GAAH! That’s too much pressure!!” He cried, pulling on his hair.

“No, no! Not like that!” Stan shook his head, cracking his knuckles and sharing a glance with Kyle, who understood instantly and nodded back to him.

Craig blinked in realization. He quickly turned and whispered into Tweek’s ear, and winced as Tweek yelled back into Craig’s ear.

“AHH! That’s WAY too much pressure!!” Tweek shook his head violently. Craig put a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

“Well? Are we doing this?” Kyle asked, slipping his green gloves off. All four boys looked at eachother, nodding.

“First side to give up loses?” Craig guessed, getting a nod of approval from Stan. And with that, they charged toward eachother like the dramatic kids they are.

Kyle lunged at Craig, digging his fingers into his ribs and getting no reaction from the blank-faced individual.

Meanwhile, below the couch, Stan was trying to hold Tweek still, who was thrashing wilder than an angry piglet.

Back on the couch, Craig grabbed hold of Kyle’s arms and swiftly turned the tables on him. He scribbled his fingers into Kyle’s sides, getting a loud squeal from the boy.

“FUHUHUHUCK! CRAHAHAIG WAHAHAIT!!” Kyle squealed, as Craig began mercilessly scribbling his fingers up and down his sides.

“Oh shit! Kyle!” Stan let go of Tweek, climbing up to the couch to help Kyle. He left Tweek just laying on the ground, panting.

Stan grabbed Craig’s arms from behind and began pulling him away from Kyle, who was thrashing and squealing below him.

Craig proved too strong at first, but when Stan dug into Craig’s armpits, his arms shot back from Kyle to his sides.

“Oh?” Stan raised an eyebrow with a smirk, quickly holding Craig’s arms still. “You go handle Tweek, Kyle. I’ve got this one.” Stan nodded to Kyle, who was already on it.

As Craig was resisting Stan’s fingers, the loud shriek of Tweek was heard as Kyle’s fingers attacked him.

“GAAAHA!! CRAHAHAHAIG HEHEHELP MEHEHE!!” He cried, Thrashing wildly under Kyle’s arms.

“I’m kind of busy, Twee-EEHEEK!” Craig cracked, squirming urgently away from Stan as he scribbled his fingers into his armpits.

“Well? Still wanna watch Red Racer?” Stan called, as he spidered his hands down Craig’s sides, earning a stream of low giggles.

“Yehehes!” Craig said stubbornly. He knew he could outlast Stan, but it was Tweek he was worried about.

Down on the floor, Tweek was shrieking and thrashing as Kyle skittered his fingers along his ribs. “GAAH! STOHOHOP IT! AAAH!!” He screamed, grabbing Kyle’s wrist and biting down on it like an animal.

“AH!” Kyle retracted his hand, rubbing his wrist in pain. “What the hell, dude?!”

Tweek took this opportunity to dash away, climbing onto the couch and trying to separate Craig and Stan.

Kyle climbed up on the couch, him and Stan nodding to eachother. Tweek and Craig were now cornered next to eachother, as Stan and Kyle suddenly skittered all of their fingers across both of them.

“GAAAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAIT!!” Tweek cried out, pulling on his hair and thrashing back and forth. Craig turned away, biting his lip as he fought against the sensations, but they ultimately proved to be too much.

“Okahahahay!! Okay we give uhuhup! We’ll watch your dumb shohohohow!!” Craig conceded.

“GAH! YEAHAHAH! WE GIHIHIVE UHUHUP!!” Tweek shrieked, agreeing with Craig on the movement.

Stan and Kyle moved away from the other two, sharing some smug grins. “Soo, Terrance and Phillip it is then?” Stan said, picking up the remote.

“…Fuck you.” Craig sighed, catching his breath as he sat next to Tweek, who was practically buzzing from the action, as Stan put Terrance and Phillip on.