#ler bubblegum

[veryblushyswitch]

I’M DYING THIS IS SO CUTE AND CANON NOW BECAUSE I SAID SO!! 💖💖💖

19. Arms Up

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Prince Orange gum and Onceler the Vampire King

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[oliverdeend]

Adventure Time tickle art! Funny thing is that I started just drawing a fish which ended up kinda reminding me of an eyelash and BOOM.. it ended up getting a face and everything wich in return turned into this 🤭😄

[strawbbfluff]

ugh FOREVER in love with the trope of a serious, reserved ler x bubbly sunshine bubblegum princess lee

[veryblushyswitch]

TICKLISH SIMON!!! 💖 And stop I love that he has dimples and gets flustered so easily!!! 😭💖💖

You Can’t Do This, I’m Old!

AN: Thus marks the end of my head start on tickletober lmao. This was so much fun to write! I hope we see more Fionna & Cake fics come out of the community, this show is amazing! Just some Simon & Marcy fluff with bonus bubbline, here’s day 7! Don’t expect the new fics to be as long as these last few have been. Enjoy!

Bubblegum and Marceline had been quietly giggling to themselves at the kitchen table while Simon occupied himself with an old documentary. It featured the animals of the old world, his world, before the fallout and magic turned them into fantastical monsters. Out of all the things he missed from his time, he had neglected to appreciate the mundane creatures. He regretted not giving them the proper attention while he had the chance, so his eyes were glued to the screen, doing a fairly good job of tuning out the loud conversation happening a few feet away.

Bubblegum held some kind of bright pink gun in her hands, fiddling with a knob on the side to change the setting to makeover. She aimed the device at her girlfriend and pulled the trigger.

Marceline coughed and sputtered as she waved away a cloud of smoke, looking down at her clothes and burst into loud laughter. Her ripped jeans and band t-shirt-turned-crop-top were replaced by a purple tube top and a hot pink tutu, complete with pink fishnets and heels.

"Oho man, I look like some rich tranch!" she exclaimed, reaching across the table to grab the gun. "My turn!"

Bubblegum jokingly tried to keep it out of reach before letting her yoink it from her grasp. Marceline took aim and fired, another bout of laughter overtaking her.

PB had been sporting a casual look, with shorts and a soft sweater, but now stood in a polka dot leotard and a rainbow wig.

"What the jam! Mine's way worse!" she cried, taking the gun back. Simon finally glanced over to see what all the fuss was about and smiled fondly before returning his attention to the screen. She held the  gun upside down and pulled the trigger once more, reverting their outfits back to normal. She looked at the settings listed on the side and chuckled to herself, blocking it with her hand as she turned the knob.

"Hey I wanna see!" Marceline craned her neck to read over her shoulder, but her view was effectively blocked. When she was done, she pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, this time conducting a scan. When seemingly nothing changed, but Bonnie was still giggling at the device, Marceline was more than skeptical.

"Okay, what did it do?" she asked, hand on her hip.

"C'mere, look!" Bubblegum waved her over to look at the small screen on the back of the device. Marceline shuffled over, resting her chin on Bonnie's shoulder to peer at the screen. It displayed a full view of Marceline in a T-pose, various parts of her body glowing different colors.

Marceline was about to ask just what the hell she was supposed to be looking at, when the words at the top of the screen caught her attention. They read: Tickle-O-Meter. She reeled back with a playful shout, shoving Bonnie's shoulder as she giggled.

"Whahat? I needed a leg up for our tickle fights! Now, I know aaaaall your seeeeecreeets!" she said in a mock spooky voice, wiggling her fingers threateningly.

"Wanna bet I still win?" Marcy challenged, leaning across the table with a smug smirk. Bubblegum blushed, too flustered to realize Marceline had stolen the gun and scanned her before she could stop her.

"Ooo interesting," Marceline drawled as she took in the information, keeping Bubblegum at bay with one hand and keeping their new toy out of reach with the other. She looked her up and down and smirked, snickering behind her hand.

"Your palms? Really dude?" she teased, snatching for her wrist. Bubblegum squealed and yanked her arm back protectively.

"Hey, it only got really bad after my candy powers came in!" she said defensively, a nervous smile playing at her lips.

"Aaaw, that's cute. Gimme," Marcy made another grab for her hand, this time being successful. Bubblegum was already giggling and weakly tugging on her arm. She couldn't stop the surprised snort that escaped as her girlfriend began scratching the center of her open hand. Bonnie's laugh was high pitched and joyous as she kicked her legs under the table, laying her head down on the smooth surface to hide her blushing face.

"Ohoho man, you're in trouble now. I don't think I'll ever let you live this down!" she taunted, going as far as to add an evil chuckle.

"Mahaharcy plehehease!" she begged through her laughter, smacking the table with her free hand, which Marceline promptly snatched up and switched targets.

"In a sec, can't ignore ol' lefty over there!" she laughed at her own joke, giving the same treatment to Bonnie's other hand.

The scene was sweet and domestic, and Simon loved nothing more than seeing Marceline be happy... but they could be rather loud. He didn't want to ruin their fun however, so he compensated by turning the volume up on the tv. The narrator's voice could just be heard over the sound of giddy shrieks and giggles as he settled back on the couch.

Marceline had let go of her hand, opting instead to kiss and nibble on Bubblegum's neck, leaving her thrashing around and cackling. She finally managed to shove her head away, sticking her tongue out as Marceline wore a smug grin.

"You're mean," Bonnie said, though the smile softened her words.

"Mmm, you like it when I'm mean," she shrugged. The princess just rolled her eyes, fondly shaking her head.

"Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that," she quipped, eyes lighting up when she saw the pink gun still laying on the table. The quickly tapped Marcy to get her attention, pointing at the gun, then at Simon.

"Oo oo do him next!" she exclaimed in a loud whisper. The look of mischief that crossed Marceline's face was downright horrifying.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she wondered aloud, lining up her "shot."

"Because I'm the genius," Bonnie piped up, smirking at the playful glare sent her way. She pulled the trigger, and within seconds a diagram of Simon appeared on the screen. Practically his entire body was lit up.

Neither girl could contain themselves.

Simon was really trying to pay attention to his show, but curiosity killed the cat, as they say.

"Okay I'll bite, what is so funny over there?" he asked, pausing the tv.

"Just this cool new gadget PB made. Here, check it out!" Marceline tossed him the gun, watching him fumble for a second before securing it in his hands. She floated over to the couch and set next to him, watching as he admired the sleek design.

"Fine craftsmanship as always," he complimented and Bonnie beamed with pride. It didn't take him long to notice the screen with his likeness on it. He squinted, leaning in. "Now that's funny, why am I all glowy like that?" Bubblegum barely stifled a laugh as she stood behind the couch.

Simon adjusted his glasses as he read, muttering the words to himself under his breath and cutting off abruptly. His posture was ramrod straight, and a blush was quickly spreading across his cheeks. Wordlessly, he handed the gun to Marcy with stiff, almost robotic movements and stood up to head to the bathroom.

If only luck would have it.

Marceline easily pulled him back down onto the couch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place.

"How come I never knew this about you?" she asked casually, too casually in Simon's humble opinion.

"Oh uh, I-I don't know. It was the apocalypse, we had more important things to worry about," he deflected the question.

"Yeah, but you still made sure I had plenty of time for fun and games. And I think I did ask, and you were super dodgy about it. Kinda like now," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He scooted away and let out an annoyed huff.

"I know what you're talking about, and I was not being dodgy, I was totally going to answer but then an oozer came out of an alley and we got distracted!" he explained in a ramble.

"Excuse excuses," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Simon couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and he rolled his eyes with a huff.

"Besides, I'm too old for that nonsense anyway."Hoping to end the discussion, he reached for the remote, but it wasn't on the arm of the couch where he had left it a second ago. "Wha-?" he looked around for it and froze when he saw Bubblegum staring down at him, remote in hand. It was just the distraction Marceline had needed to pounce.

"Too old for THIS?" Within an instant, Simon's face was smushed into the cushions as Marceline tackled him. She heard a low groan from under her.

"Yes! And I think I broke my nose on your brick of a couch," he mumbled into the red leather, making Marcy laugh.

She rolled him onto his back and checked his nose, which looked perfectly fine. "Nah, I think you're good." She said, resting her hands on his sides. The touch made him flinch, expecting a her to strike. Well, he didn't plan on sticking around for it to turn to that.

He was trying to crawl out from under Marceline when she tweaked his side, causing him to squeal and effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"Where ya goin' Simon?" she asked, and he could hear her smirk.

"To the bathroom, where there's a door and a lock," he sassed, still attempting to drag himself to safety.

"Woooow, so you're really not gonna let me test this out?" she spoke with a lower, more dejected tone than before. Simon furrowed his brows and stopped his struggling.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" he asked, growing concerned as he watched her lower lip start to tremble.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She's just trying to guilt trip you Simon-"

"Shh!" she cut her off in a harsh whisper before getting back in character. "Pleeeeeaaaase Simon?" she asked, batting her lashes. He pointedly looked away from her.

"No."

"Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" she begged louder, poking along his side. He barely held back a few snickers, batting at her hands as a blush spread across his face.

"Marcy!" he "scolded," hiding a growing smile behind his hand.

"Come on, you have to let me! You never laugh anymore," she justified her case, causing him to turn a few shades darker and stumble for an answer.

"Wha- no! That's not true, I laugh all the time!" he argued.

"Oh yeah? When's the last time you laughed then?" she challenged. He opened his mouth to answer, but promptly shut it as he thought about the question. He crossed his arms and looked away, a smart remark on his tongue.

"Well I don't keep track." Marceline scoffed and Bonnie chuckled, knowing he just sealed his fate.

It was the last coherent thing he said.

He had no hope of holding back the shriek he made when Marceline squeezed his hips, nor the giggles when she continued up his sides.

"Mahaharcy wahahait!" he cried, wrapping his arms around his stomach and sides tightly. To his surprise, she stopped.

"Okay."

Simon stared at her in shock and apprehension. "Wha-?"

"You said to wait. So, what am I waiting for, exactly?" she asked, smugness creeping into her voice.

"You're really gonna do this to a poor, old man like me?" he asked, trying to pull a reverse on the guilt trip from earlier. He wasn't nearly as good as Marceline.

"Mm, technically you're not that old," she said, eyeing him with an evil smile. "So I think you're fair game." She loomed over him, hands poised and ready to strike. Simon jerked back with a squeak that sent both girls giggling. He couldn't remember the last time he blushed this much.

He grabbed a pillow from behind and buried his face in it, flopping back on the couch in a tight ball. "If you're gonna kill me, just do it already."

"Well, you heard him," Bonnie teased, and Simon scoffed from behind the fabric.

"Hold on," Marcy took advantage of Simon's ball form and picked him up, setting him on the floor. Simon leered over the top of the pillow at her, clearly disgruntled. "What? Just thought it'd be more comfortable."

"More like I'm easier prey," he snarked, a small prideful smile finding his lips when the retort made Marceline crack up.

"Ohoho man Simon, you know me too well!" she teased, scribbling her fingers over her sides and tummy. He tried to choke back his giggles, but they bubbled to the surface and broke through the dam.

She poked sporadically all over his belly, and he was a jittery mess of nerves and and laughter. At first he tried to keep up and block her roaming hands, but she proved to be too quick and he resigned himself to his fate, focusing his efforts on muffling his laughter and hiding his red face.

"Aw, don't hide! That smile is just as rare as your laugh!" An indignant cry sounded from behind the pillow.

"Thahat's not true!"

"Sure it is!" she chirped, pinching up his ribs. He snorted, deep chuckles pitching higher until they morphed into shrill snickers and shrieks. His legs kicked out uselessly, catching PB's attention.

"I think you could use a hand... or foot!" she joked, holding Simon's feet in the air as she caught them in a headlock. He shrieked and tugged on his trapped legs, curling up on his side and resembling a shrimp.

"NO! Princess, you dohohon't hahave to play alohohong!" he pleaded through helpless giggles. Marceline flashed a downright sinister grin, one that her girlfriend shared.

"Oho so it is a game to you!" Marcy teased, scribbling her sharp nails across his tummy, wiggling a finger inside his bellybutton. Simon positively shrieked and arched his back, cackling at the top of his lungs when Bonnie joined in, scratching along his arches.

"N-nohohot what I mehehehahant!" he whined, but he had to admit, it felt kind of good to laugh like this. And it was nice that Marcy was the one making him laugh: that she wanted to. And it would seem as though their resident evil scientist was also rather interested at the task at hand, judging by the way she targeted different pressure points on his feet. He snorted each time she pressed and wiggled her thumbs on a new spot, feet curling at the touch.

"Well I remember a game you used to play with me all the time," she said, mischief seeping into her words. She gave him a quick breather, which he was more than grateful for. He laid his head back against the floor, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell heavily before evening out. When he opened his eyes again, he really wished he hadn't, and shut them with a squeak.

She had been wiggling her fingers mere inches from his body, and chose that moment to strike. She dove for his ribs, kneading between the bones and sending him into a fit of babbling cackles.

Simon felt more flustered than he's ever been and thought for sure they were going to kill him, but he couldn't find it in himself to hate this. Marcy had been right, he really didn't laugh like he used to, and his smile was much rarer nowadays... Maybe he really did need this, not that he'd admit it out loud. His stubborn nature won't allow it.

Thankfully, they didn't carry on too much longer, granting mercy when his laugh turned silent and wheezy. Bonnie let go of his legs and crawled over to sit by him, but Marcy remained in his lap.

He was red faced, tears of laughter sparkling in his eyes and glasses askew on his face, but he was smiling more than Marceline had ever seen.

"Whoa, I didn't know you had dimples!" she exclaimed. Simon touched his cheek, surprised.

"Heh, you're right. Y'know, I actually forgot I had them."

"Well that's what happens when you don't smile," she teased cheekily with a shrug. He scoffed, rolling his eyes and gave her a light shove. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck in a crushing hug. He let out a noise of surprise before returning the hug with a warm smile.

"Well I'm glad you had your fun," he said in a playfully condescending tone.

"Oh whatever! I know you had fun Simon."

Simon opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself short. He wasn't very fond of lying.

[ticklishbeans4]

Ok well now I gotta give my Finn, Jake, and Prismo headcanons. It's law.

I've been getting sucked back into Adventure Time as of late, so this is law lol

Finn The Human

Ler-

He's became more of a ler as he got older and got more practice with tickling.

He's generally a playful ler and loves to play tickle games with his friends.

His favorite thing to do is wiggle his fingers just over his lees tickle spot and tease them with stuff like "I'm gonna get you!" or "I'm not even touching you!"

He'll challenge the lee to see how long they can last being tickled/keep their arms up/keep still.

He'll definitely laugh along with his lee, no doubt about it.

Lee-

He's a silly lee, very wiggly and tends to kick or punch, so he usually needs to be held down.

His worst spots are his knees, belly, ribs, and feet.

He has a high pitched squeaky tickle laugh, sometimes does his scream when a really bad spot gets targeted.

His biggests lers are Jake (obviously), Bubblegum, and Marceline. Though Bubblegum usually disguises it as "needing help with an experiment"

He was a huge lee as a kid, loved getting tickle senseless by his friends. As he got older he still enjoyed being tickled, but not as much as he used too.

It was especially rare that he let anyone tickle him after Jake died, but it happened occasionally, usually only with Marceline or Bubblegum.

Jake-

You just KNOW Jake is the biggest ler in all of Ooo.

His ability to stretch and shrink and bend his body in all types of ways makes him near unstoppable.

He targets Finn, Prismo, Lady, and his kids the most, but he's definitely not afraid to attack other people.

He usually goes for an all out attack, getting a lees worst spots and utterly wrecking them. But he can be gentler if he needs too.

Definitely will tease a lee for being so ticklish, and uses the old "Tickle tickle tickle" or "Coochie coochie coo!" And if he finds out a lee can't say tickle, he'll keep going till they say it.

He sometimes doesn't realize when someones had enough, but he's usually really good about it.

Has definitely ratted out Finns worst spots and has tickled him in front of people before to embarrass him.

Lee-

Not as big as lee as he is a ler, but still enjoys being tickled.

Not super ticklish, but his spots are his belly, behind his ears, his feet, and the lower part of his ribs.

His powers make him tougher than most when it comes to tickling, so it takes a lot to get him to tap out.

He is hella weak to raspberries though, those take him out, same with feathers or anything buzzy. Once Finn jokingly attacked him with an electric toothbrush and Jake banned them from the tree house.

Mans is almost not tease-able. He can't be flustered by most teases. But if a ler tells him a bunch of bad jokes while tickling him he'll get flustered.

The people that get him the most are Finn and Lady. His kids used to gang up on him, but not so much anymore. Sometimes Marceline pretends to be about to eat him, just to blow a raspberry on him.

Prismo-

Ler-

He's not much of a ler, but he does like messing with his friends now and again.

Jake is his favorite target, but he's also gotten Finn and even Simon once or twice.

It's hard to be playful like that with the other cosmic entities.

He technically can't touch anyone, but he can summon things, or even just snap his fingers and make someone feel like their being tickled.

He laughs along with a lee cause he thinks their reactions are funny, and often teases a lee about how silly their face is or how funny the noises they make are.

Lee-

He really really likes being tickled, but absolutely cannot for the life of his ask for it.

He's summoned Jake more than once just for a tickle fight, though he had to pretend it was for other stuff. Jake always sees through it though.

He actually had no idea he was ticklish till Jake decided to test it out when they were chillin once. Jake just scratched at the spot where Prismo's belly would be and both of them were shocked when Prismo laughed.

Turns out his worst spots are his belly, neck, hips, and thighs.

His usual lers are Finn and Jake, really they're the only ones who tickle him, as no one else has ever tried, and he's way to nervous to ask anyone else.

He does his best to keep still when being tickled, but sometimes can't handle it and disappears somewhere in the cube. He'll come back pretty quickly, but only if the ler promises to not make fun of him for running.

[whatiwishfanfiction]

Chapter 8 is up!

EXCERPT:

He'd finally become such a joke to the townsfolk, it seemed they'd entirely forgotten he was human.

Instead of just tomatoes, the grocer volunteered wheelbarrows of spoiled produce that some teenagers mixed with glass and rocks. A particularly well aimed stone knocked out a tooth as he was belting out his favorite jingle:

"The Thneed is good, the Thneed is grea—YOW!"

Once-ler usually didn't stop for anything, but the taste of blood made him drop his guitar on his foot. This hurt even worse, so he sprang up and down. The guitar bounced onto the concrete while the crowd laughed and cheered.

Once-ler didn't get a chance to see if the instrument had broken, because, in a fit of enthusiasm, the mean little girl with red hair ensured this was the case. She smashed it on the ground with the second worst noise Once-ler had ever heard.

A tomato landed in his stunned face, but he didn't even feel it. He just watched open-mouthed as fruits and vegetables pelted him and the girl stomped on the pieces, giggling with her parents who stood back and watched.

"Alright, sweetie, that's enough, we have to get to Grandma's house," the mother finally told her. She smiled and pulled out a big bag of chocolate-coated pretzels for her daughter as they walked away.

Once-ler's last shred of optimism finally evaporated. After his father had passed away, the guitar had been the only good memory he'd had from home.

"THAT'S IT!" he roared. "I've had enough!" He stormed from the gazebo with tears in his eyes.

Only the baker looked slightly sympathetic. She twisted a strand of curly brown hair around her finger as he strode past.

"Is this really the way to treat a stranger?!" he heard her yell at the grocer.

"Oh, come on, Norma, he's just a self-centered out-of-towner." The grocer sounded slightly abashed.

Once-ler turned to see Norma stomp her foot. "I know he is, and I know that piece of junk he's selling looks like a wadded up piece of bubblegum with hairs stuck in it, but you just gotta understand! Homeless mentally ill folks need to be shown charity..."

Her words just infuriated Once-ler more. "My family was right. I quit!" He ripped the Thneed from his neck, and accidentally whipped the baker in the face as he threw it away. It knocked off her glasses, which fell to the ground and shattered. Oops.

He walked away faster. Luckily his long legs took him back to the forest before anyone could call the police.

[ticklystuff]

Ignore this if you're not still doing ficlet requests! But if you are, may I request ler Tighnari with any lee of your choice, and ribs for the spot?

Thank you in advance and plz keep on writing! You're so talented and your work never fails to put me in a lee mood sjdhdbdbd

send no more, thx!

asdlkfjds i read the second part of your ask like five times tyty you are so kind <3 i decided to go with lee!aether if that's alright hehe

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'KEEP OUT'

Hands on his hips, Aether couldn't help but snort amusedly at the tiny sign attached to the flimsy rope crossing the entrance of Tighnari's "secret" lab, which wasn't exactly so discreet due to Ghandarva Ville's lack of doors for their buildings. The blond had only known Tighnari for a few days, but surely an Akademiya graduate would be able to come up with something better than this. With a hop to his step, Aether easily crossed over the low-hanging rope, disobeying the sign that was practically made to be broken.

The room itself was filled with all sorts of flora, not that he was surprised as Tighnari was a walking encyclopedia for all sorts of plants. The various colors of petals and leaves drew Aether's attention in multiple directions and the blond found it difficult to focus on just one specimen. Instead, Aether took note of the little tags located next to most of the plants. Each tag was filled with scribbled notes, some more cramped than others, most of them illegible, yet some Aether was able to decipher.

"Benign, fresh yet bold flavor, would make a nice garnish," Aether read the notes out loud, taking a glance at the plant in question. He picked up the little pot that contained the plant, taking in the subtle citrus scent that accompanied the thin leaves. Based off of the little note, the plant seemed inviting enough and Aether picked off a piece, before setting said leaf at the tip of his tongue, only to wretch a second later and cough up due to the overwhelming taste of soap flooding his mouth. He was suddenly hit by flashbacks of Paimon purchasing an enticing looking soap bar from Marjorie's gift shop back in Monstadt that she slyly passed off as food. Aether did his best to spit out any remains of the disgusting leaf to rid himself of not only the soapy taste, but the awful memory as well, before placing the plant back in disdain. Clearly, he and Tighnari differed in taste when it came to food.

The blond continued to peruse the various plants, making sure not to taste them out of curiosity's sake. There was one plant that he would've missed had it not been for the reflected light from the skylight. The plant was the only one enclosed in a glass container and it's placement behind many fronds and vines only piqued his interest. What was so special about this plant that Tighnari needed to keep it so well contained? Granted it was a pretty plant; it had yet to bloom, so the petals were still enclosed in a bulbous-like shape. The petals themselves were a nice mix of pink and red and their translucent body almost made them look like hardened candy. If Aether had to guess what the plant smelled like, he would maybe say bubblegum. Reaching out, Aether was just barely able to lift the container enclosing the plant, before grabbing the pot itself and bringing the plant closer for examination, taking in the cute little petals waiting to blossom.

"Aether!"

The sudden call of his name made the blond jump, nearly dropping the plant in the process. Having jostled the plant itself, a few spores did escape the blossoms, making its way to Aether's nose and the blond sneezed in response, sniffling as he turned to the entrance to see a very angry Tighnari with many baskets of plants in hand. "Aha, sorry, I was just curious," he apologized with a chuckle, now that he had been caught, watching as Tighnari dropped the baskets in hand and marched over to him.

"You shouldn't be snooping here!" Tighnari scolded him, taking the plant in hand, only to avoid another sneeze from Aether. "Oh, gross."

"Ugh, I think I might have breathed in some pollen," Aether sighed with a stuffy nose.

This seemed to catch Tighnari's attention and he turned back to look at Aether with widened eyes after setting the plant back under the glass container. "From this plant?"

Aether nodded. "Yeah, why?"

Tighnari walked back over to him and placed a hand on his forehead, glancing over Aether with concern. "Do you feel anything strange right now?"

"W-Wait, what do you mean?" Aether wasn't sure how to react. "Tighnari, you're starting to scare me."

"Well, consuming the plant or inhaling its spores will often yield many side effects."

He finally connected the dots as to why that plant was isolated. "Such as?" Aether asked hesitantly, unsure if he actually wanted to learn more.

Tighnari put a hand to his chin as he spoke. "Well, from previous observations, we've seen an increase in neural activity."

"I'm not sure I follow."

"Heightened sensitivity of the skin," Tighnari spoke as if it was common knowledge. "Tell me, is anything different?"

Now that Tighnari mentioned it, something did feel off. "The room feels a bit warmer, I think."

"Alright," Tighnari nodded to the other, seemingly calm with the current situation. "There is a much more direct way to test this. Please, lift your arms up and keep them there."

Aether did as he was told and glanced at Tighnari nervously. "How long do you think this will last? This might hold me baHAHAHACK!" Aether suddenly yelped when Tighnari started tickling his ribs and he quickly backed away, folding his arms over his ribs to protect them. "W-What was that for?!"

"It's a simple way to make a diagnosis that doesn't bring harm," Tighnari explained. He took a step forward to the reluctant blond and placed his hands on Aether's arms, giving them a slight tug. "Now, come on. Arms up again."

Aether hesitated for a moment, before doing as he was told. He screwed his eyes shut, wincing when at the feeling of Tighnari's fingers by his ribs again. "A-Ahahaha! Ehehehahaha!" he danced in place as Tighnari poked rapidly at his ribs, filling the tiny room with giggles.

"I have no frame of reference, so do you feel more ticklish than you normally do?"

"Yehehehes! Ah-HAH!!" he jumped as Tighnari began kneading his fingers into the underparts of his ribs. "Tighnaharihihihi!"

"I'm sorry, but this part is required," Tighnari told him, but there wasn't a hint of sincerity to his apology, or Aether was sure by the way the forest ranger began maliciously squeezing at his ribs now, producing the most laughter yet.

"OKAY! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!"

Tighnari removed his hands from Aether's rib cage, returning his hand to his chin as if he were contemplating if Aether needed further "testing". "You sure you're not usually this sensitive."

"I-I'm sure," Aether panted with a nod, hunched over as he caught his breath.

"Alright, I believe you," Tighnari told him, much to Aether's relief. "Let's go over other symptoms, one of which is dilated pupils. Lift your head up for me."

Aether looked up at Tighnari with wide eyes, watching as he nodded in response.

"Alright, check," he spoke again. "Do you feel any sort of fatigue?"

"Well, you just tickled me."

Tighnari chuckled amusedly. "I suppose so. Alright, the last one we often see is an increase in gullibility."

"How am I supposed to check for-" Aether stopped himself, giving Tighnari a dumbfounded stare. "Are you serious?"

Tighnari laughed again, this time out of mockery, giving himself a few accomplished claps. "Man, you totally fell for it! You were freaking out so much!"

Aether felt an embarrassed blush begin to spread across his face, feeling the shame at full force. "That was really mean."

"Well, that will teach you next time you decide to snoop through other people's stuff."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" Aether huffed in annoyance, placing his hands on his hips. "Is that plant even dangerous?"

"Absolutely not," Tighnari snickered with the usual sass in his voice. "That plant is a gift for someone important. It was difficult for me to obtain it, so I hid it here and placed it in a glass jar to protect it till he arrives. He's actually on his way right now."

Aether sighed, tired with the way he was toyed with. "Well, I guess it's better that it's all fake."

"Oh, well, you're still incredibly ticklish," Tighnari joked, giving Aether a few playful pokes to his ribs. "Now, come on, leave before I do feed you something bad."

Aether snickered as he avoided the pokes, hopping back over the flimsy rope, catching one last glance of the 'KEEP OUT' sign he should've obeyed in the first place.

[eunchancorner]

Idea: Kevin can blush different shades of pink (on both his face and his tummy), and this is a source of ENDLESS teasing and cooing over.

For example, say he's approached by one of his bfs, he turns a peach pink.

Bf(s) flirts with him, he's more of a bubblegum pink (slightly darker).

When teases happen, he becomes more magenta.

And when tickles happen, he's bound to turn red.

Oml I love thattt! I bet the bfs have their own favorite shades, too. Streber loves that little bubblegum pink, and red is Ethan's favorite color! Streber's got the dorkiest little flirts, too, that never fail to fluster Kevin, and Ethan's got the ler tendencies, so they're all set to get Kevin to blush their favorite way, and we all know Kevin, despite being a flustered mess, ADORES all the attention! It's a win-win situation for all of them!

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 16, 2012

Lyrics:

Saw you leaning against that old record machine

Saw the name of your band written on the marquee

It's a full moon tonight so we gettin' rowdy

Yeah, we gettin' rowdy, get-get-gettin' rowdy

Feeling like I'm a high schoo-ler sipping on a warm wine cooler

Hot 'cause the party don't stop, I'm in a crop top like I'm working at Hooters

We been keepin' it PG but I wanna get a little frisky

Come gimme some of that, yum like a lollipop, let me set you free

C'mon 'cause I know what I like

And you're looking just like my type

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Now don't even try to deny

We're both going home satisfied

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon

Write our names on the wall in the back of the bar

Steal some bubblegum from the corner meximart

Yeah, we're laughing like kids causing trouble in the dark

Causing trouble in the dark, tr-tr-trouble in the dark

Feeling like a saber-tooth tiger sipping on a warm Budweiser

Touch me and gimme that rush, better pack a toothbrush, gonna pull an all-nighter

We been keepin' it Kosher, but I wanna get it on fo' sure

Come gimme some of that, yum like a lollipop, baby, don't be scared

C'mon 'cause I know what I like

And you're looking just like my type

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Now don't even try to deny

We're both going home satisfied

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

I don't wanna go to sleep

I wanna stay up all night

I wanna just screw around

I don't wanna think about

What's gonna be after this

I wanna just live right now

I don't wanna go to sleep

I wanna stay up all night

I wanna just screw around

I don't wanna think about

What's gonna be after this

I wanna just live right now

C'mon 'cause I know what I like

And you're looking just like my type

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Songwriter:

Now don't even try to deny

We're both going home satisfied

Let's go for it just for tonight

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Benjamin Levin / Bonnie Leigh Mckee / Henry Russell Walter / Kesha Sebert / Lukasz Gottwald / Max Martin

SongFacts:

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[clowntiggles]

My creative mojo has been totally bunk lately but I'm still trying to pound out this fic. It's not very good rn but sometimes you just gotta blunt force your way through things yknow.

[jefpoo421]

How did I end up with such a bubble-gummy palette?

[xxweirdaruxx]

i know ive said that i wouldnt get into askblog once-lers, but this guy was cute

(including a close up bc i feel like my phone camera fucked it up)

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

I'm just your Problem (Animatic) Feat. Prince Orange Gum(Prince Scott) and Onceler the Vampire king

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Not my usual style cuz I was keeping with the Adventure time art style—

Kinda half assed parts of it cuz I was getting tired but yee here it is‐!

Also the one for Finn's place is Ted Wiggins and Pipsqueak as BMO, cuz yes.

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[franklyshipping]

Impish Impersonations ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER AWESOME ANON PROMPT WITH OUR FAVOURTE EMO, AND OUR FAVOURITE ANNOYING BUBBLEGUM BOY! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler

Wilford Warfstache was….bold. Well, bold is the kind word. Frankly, he was a reckless madman who did many things that he often ended up regretting, like eating lots of chillies, baking naked, and doing impressions of his friends and peers directly to their faces. Most of the egos didn’t mind to be honest, mainly because Wilford’s impressions were quite funny….however, there was one ego who certainly didn’t appreciate being mocked in that manner. Dark. Right now he was pink in the face with embarrassed at the sight of Wilford sitting in HIS office chair, with his hands steepled on the desk and his head lightly tilted to the side. Dark was going to get Wilford for this.

‘Wilford if you continue to mock me in this manner….then you shall severely regret it.’

‘Is that so? Well, if you continue to encroach upon my incredibly sleek and over-dramatic office space, then you shall severely regret it.’

Wilford retorted, steepling his fingers on the desk as he fought to keep himself well-postured and stoic, with pointedly pursed lips to enhance his intense impression of the man before him. Dark’s cheeks went pink as he ended up replying with pursed lips.

‘Wilford this is MY office!’

Wilford sighed through his nose at this, before reclining in the leather desk chair as he responded.

‘And yet, I am the one situated behind the desk whilst you are standing and twittering like a buffoon.’

‘Wilford I do NOT twitter!’

Wilford raised a cool, amused eyebrow at that, and spoke as he casually straightened his bowtie.

‘Ah, that’s Darkiplier Dark Lord of Extra-ness to you!’

Dark bristled, and Wilford really had to try and fight back a smile, but Dark could see how his eyes were twinkling with his annoying giddiness. Wilford thrived on annoying people especially him, and especially with embarrassing, silly impressions like this. Dark couldn’t help but get riled, which only made Wilford even more enthusiastic. Dark growled to him now.

‘Why do you always do this, hm? Do you really get so much pleasure out of irritating and humiliating me?’

Wilford smirked now, and he winked as he made his voice go even lower and posher than Dark’s actual voice.

‘Oh most certainly, and besides, what precisely can you do to stop me?’

Dark gritted his teeth at Wilford’s arrogance, also, he didn’t sound that bloody posh! Dark was so done, and all he wanted was to make Wilford regret humiliating him. So, Dark surged around the desk towards him, letting his form glitch and swell so that black, inky tendrils could shoot from his chest and wrap around Wilford. The tendrils forced Wilford to stand up ramrod straight and forced his arms out to his sides as Dark got nose to nose with him and growled.

‘I’m going to make you wish you’d annoyed someone else today. You are insufferable, I don’t think anyone else has ever gotten on my nerves more….’

Dark trailed off, and relishes for a few moments in how Wilford got visibly flustered and nervous and squirmy as he realised how utterly vulnerable he was. In that moment too however, Dark found himself recounting his own words in his head, and Wilford gulped when Dark suddenly smiled wolfishly, and cupped his jaw as he purred.

‘….and with that in mind….tell me Wilford, how are your nerves these days?’

Wilford certainly didn’t have the confidence to maintain his impression now, and continued to squirm as he replied to Dark’s question as calmly as possible….because he knew exactly what Dark was referring to.

‘Ah….wh-whatever do you mean old boy?’

‘Oh you know what I mean dear….and there is precisely nothing you can do to stop me.’

Wilford gulped at Dark’s sneer, before squealing and descending into cackles; Dark was never the kind of person to go in slowly. Two inky, black tendrils had slid up into Wilford’s armpits and were wriggling with reckless abandon, and Wilford instantly struggled adorably.

‘ACK-NOHOHO W-WAHAHAIT DAHAHAHARKY!!’

Dark chuckled, cocking his head at Wilford with satisfied amusement as he replied.

‘Oho Wilford, Wilford, Wilford, we’ve known each other for oh so long now….you know that your words are meaningless now.’

Wilford shook his head, grinning brightly and blushing pink like his moustache as he looked at Dark imploringly.

‘YOHOHOU DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE TOHOHO!!’

Dark scoffed, and made the tips of the tendrils wiggle faster in the depths of Wilford’s hollows, making Wilford squeal as Dark chuckled.

‘Oh but I do. Not only because this type of torture is the only way to get through to you….but also because I oh so enjoy how ticklish you are. It’s such a pretty, perfect weakness, and exploiting it gives me much pleasure.’

Wilford threw his head back with flustered mirth, his heart pounding as Dark’s teasing swirled in his mind and gave him goose-bumps. Dark’s weapon was his words, and he was a master of their use.

‘YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHO MEHEHEAN!!’

‘Oh, says the man who was imitating me to my face for the sole reason of humiliating me!’

Dark retorted as Wilford cackled, before the moustached man gasped and tittered as the tendrils moved down from his armpits, teasing down his ribs lightly. Wilford met Dark’s eyes and smiled a flustered smile when Dark purred and raised an eyebrow.

‘Well? Anything to say for yourself?’

Wilford giggled nervously as the tendrils snuck beneath his shirt and curled at the dips of his sides, and then he grinned with his tongue poking out through his teeth. What, even now, did you think Wilford Warfstache wouldn’t be a cheeky shit?

‘…..sh-shohould I w-wear a s-suit next time soho I’m mohore accurate?’

Dark gritted his teeth, before letting his tendrils slowly scratch and tease Wilford’s sides, making Wilford descend into giddy, high-pitched giggles and blush a darker red from the teasiness. Dark purred in an amused, affectionate tone, because he knew Wilford oh so well.

‘You’re really asking for it aren’t you?’

Wilford spluttered and stammered through his giggles.

‘N-Nahahat th-thihihihis s-s-….s-spehehecificahally!’

Dark raised an amused eyebrow, because they both knew that was a lie. Then he leant in and whispered huskily in Wilford’s ear, making him shudder cutely.

‘Ohh, but revenge is a dish best served with chills down the spine….don’t you agree?’

Wilford scrunched up adorably, his face screwing up as he shook his head.

‘N-Nohohoho Ihihi doho nahahat!’

‘Oh well, I suppose we must agree to disagree.’

Dark replied, before letting his tendrils spontaneously shoot down, wrap around Wilford’s thighs….and start squeezing and prodding the sensitive flesh ruthlessly. Wilford just absolutely shrieked with hyper-ticklish surprise and went into hysterical laughter.

‘AAAHHHOHMYFUCK-NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!!’

Dark laughed a bright, diabolical laugh, his eyes shining and white teeth gleaming amidst his wolfish smile.

‘Oh but your thighs are your most ticklish spot on the whole of your wriggly little body dear, how can I not?’

‘PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!’

Wilford cried out with wide, watery eyes as he thrashed about in his unrelenting restraints; Dark simply mused evilly.

‘Hmm, that little bit of begging was very sweet….beg for me a little more, and maybe I’ll consider mercy.’

Dark winked, and Wilford whined because it was so damn embarrassing, but it tickled so much and he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it forever. Dark’s tendrils were the most diabolical tickling instruments that existed, and Wilford knew that with Dark, nothing else would suffice, and so he squealed.

‘PLEHEHEHEASE OHOHOHO GAHAD DAHAHARK PLEHEHEASE!!!’

Dark smirked smugly, very much enjoying himself and wanting to milk it as much as he could. He crooned.

‘Ohhh I love when you cry out my name like that, go on, do it again for me, there’s a good boy.’

Wilford was utterly broken and flustered as hell, and was such a frantic mirth-filled mess that he cried out with a cracking voice.

‘DAHAHAHARK OHOHOHO PLEHEHEEEASE!!!’

Dark beamed with great satisfaction, and let his tendrils uncurl and fade away so that he could wrap his arms around Wilford’s weak body supportively, and Dark purred with a smile as Wilford curled into his embrace with residual giggles.

‘Okay dear, you have earned your mercy, I’ve got you Wilford….’

Wilford gasped with his cute breathlessness, immediately hugging Dark back as he garbled in an adorable, giggly voice.

‘Yohou gohot me gohooood Darky.’

Dark chuckled, and rubbed Wilford’s back a little before releasing him so he could regain his steadiness on his feet. Dark kept his hands softly resting on Wilford’s elbows as he cocked his head at him with a curious smile….he knew Wilford liked being tickled, but he had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that there was more to Wilford’s intentions this time.

‘Why do you insist on doing these impressions of me, you know how they rile me.’

Wilford smiled bashfully, and a tad awkwardly, before going quiet for a few moment; this certainly piqued Dark’s curiosity. Dark watched patiently as Wilford nibbled his lip in thought, before speaking in an unusually subdued way as he rubbed the back of his neck.

‘….with you being shut up in here workin’ all the time I just d-didn’t know how else to….get ya to divert…..to spend time with me…’

Dark’s eyes softened, and he felt his fractured heart tremble at the sound of Wilford saying he essentially would risk all manner of Dark’s wrath just to be able to spend time with him. Dark cupped Wilford’s face with his hands as he replied tenderly, with a genuine smile.

‘Wilford, no matter what, no matter the things that may come up that I have to address….none of them come close to even just a second of being in the same room as you. You make me feel better….more than anything, and believe me, in all things you are my preference.’

Wilford gasped softly and started to grin, and Dark chuckled affectionately when Wilford started to lightly wiggle on the spot. The tell-tale sign of his excited, happy energy building inside him.

‘D-Does that mean we can….cuddle and watch movies?’

Dark laughed softly and nodded, pinching Wilford’s cheek lightly as he replied.

‘Yes you gargantuan sap-‘

‘YAY! Okay come on come on I have a list come on!’

Dark laughed even more, right from the heart, as Wilford dragged him out of his office by his hand….and Dark felt his heart almost beat like it was alive again as he got close to the wildest man in the history of man. Because everyone needs a someone to do things with. Friend, family member, lover, doesn’t matter. Just one someone can make all the difference to life.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[rusame]

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