#ler izzy hands

[abihasablog]

Life is very much kicking me in the butt, and I am struggling financially right now. So I'm opening up a ko-fi, and taking requests for fics! Tickling or non-tickling, SFW or NSFW! Please reblog if you can 💕

[lee-lucius]

A New Kind of Affection

Summary: Izzy Hands accidentally reveals how touch-starved he is to Stede, who is more than happy to help.

Word Count: 2,765

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year @aaaxolotl I was your Secret Santa! This was super fun to get to make, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

He still wasn't quite sure how Stede had dragged him into any of this. 

It hadn't been long, only a week or two, since Stede called him into his room, oddly similar to tonight. He'd asked for them to dine together, and well, Izzy didn't see much of a reason not to indulge his captain in his strange request.

They met in Stede's room for a surprisingly pleasant dinner, though Izzy felt unsurprisingly underdressed compared to his host's garish outfits, and he was well aware his table manners left much to be desired, but neither of those had been quite necessary for a pirate's life, and Stede didn't seem to mind, not when he was seemingly so enthralled by the company. 

Through Izzy teaching him how to fight, they'd grown fairly comfortable with each other, building up a rapport that was considerably less antagonistic than it had been before. They fell back into it over dinner with ease, perhaps more amiable than they'd ever been, and Izzy found himself even laughing at a few of Stede's jokes, though he hid it behind a strategic cough or two.

Neither of them realized, or cared, just how much they were drinking until they were stumbling around the room, hiccuping around their laughter, for once a genuine smile on Izzy's face.

Memories of that night were fuzzy, and what happened next wasn't entirely clear, but he crumbled under Stede's inquisitive gaze, his warm smile, his soft whispers, and he'd admitted something he shouldn't have.

Something he'd hoped that they'd both forget come morning, even when Stede squeezed his hand before he left, promising something about him being more included, more appreciated, before Izzy stumbled back to his own quarters, flushed from more than just the booze. 

He wished he hadn't admitted it. His jealousy when he watched his crewmates, or his captains, and saw the easy air around them, the casual touches and comfort; something about them made envy stir in his chest, thinking about the kind of relationship he hadn't let himself have for years, or maybe ever when he really thought about it.

Now, on The Revenge, it seemed more of a possibility than it ever had before. After breaking down, being vulnerable, Izzy was welcomed; something had shifted; whether it was in him or his surroundings, he didn't know, but it was a good change, no matter how uncomfortable it had been.

His relationship with the crew was different now. Friendly, because he'd finally allowed himself to be open to their friendship, and the change was more gratifying than he ever would've thought.

It was the most relaxed, most relieved Izzy had been in a long time, but he still wanted more, even if he felt he didn't deserve it.

He never would've pursued it ordinarily, admitted it to anyone besides himself, if his drunken self hadn't betrayed him entirely.

But that change, the change Stede brought on, was a good change too.

When they'd met again the next morning, Izzy more pissy than usual with his aching head, he thought Stede may have forgotten it based on his aimless ramblings filled with pleasantries that Izzy had to bite his tongue to sit through. 

Stede asked him again to meet him later in his room, and Izzy agreed; he hadn't expected what happened. 

He supposed it would be like the previous night, a pleasant conversation, perhaps a shared meal, a drink or two, though certainly not as much as they'd indulged it before.

And it had started that way. There was something about Stede, something that used to make Izzy's skin crawl, his anger, his annoyance overpowering everything else he felt about it, but now it only filled him with warmth, an easy, familiar feeling that allowed him to unwind. That must've been why he didn't suspect anything, certainly not when he and Stede shared a drink, casually picking at a tray of assorted snacks he'd prepared.

Maybe he should've; when Stede sat next to him this time, instead of sitting across from on the other side of his long table. It could still be ignored whenever they bumped shoulders or when one of them shifted slightly, their knees accidentally touching, or when they both reached forward at the same time, hands colliding for the briefest second before Izzy pulled back.

Until their food was finished, abs the conversation lulled, a not uncomfortable silence enveloping them as they nursed their drinks, and Stede, seeming to muster all of his courage, leaned into him, curling into Izzy's side and resting his glass on his shoulder with a content sigh.

Izzy stiffened, and his muscles didn't relax again for a long time, but they both kept the silence, and Stede didn't move.

His breath was steady, ghosting against Izzy's cheek and leaving a faint trace of Stede's wine, fruity and rich. While his hair was soft, delicate strands brushing against and tickling his ear, but he couldn't be bothered at the proximity, at his hair that was too lovely and soft and clean to ever belong to a pirate, yet here Stede was. Izzy wondered if it was Stede's pulse or his own that he felt, drumming violently against his skin, wondered if it mattered.

Not long afterwards, Izzy excused himself, and they parted ways; this time, he had no excuse for his blush.

-

He didn't know why Stede kept inviting him, or why he kept coming.

It wasn't something he was familiar with. His family had never been awfully affectionate. And as he got older, as he became a pirate, the opportunities became fewer and fewer.

Most contact came during a fight, in the form of a sword or gun or swinging fist, where the only pleasure that could be found came from the adrenaline coursing through his body, the satisfaction of winning, of surviving. There were few other means that arose on a ship aside from boyish tussling, accidentally knocking shoulders with his crewmates, or the rare moments of intimacy when he let someone else, let Ed, tend to his wounds after a particularly bad fight.

But Stede Bonnet came along with his eccentric, unpirate-like ideals and continued to confuse Izzy the same way he had since the first day he met. Bringing that unnecessary frivolity with him and introducing everyone to lavish comforts they didn't want to forgo. 

That, he supposed, was why he continued to join Stede; he didn't want to give it up just yet.

Which was why he was sitting on his couch, thumbing through a book from Stede's library, which was still a horrible idea, even if it made for interesting entertainment, with Stede next to him, hand holding Izzy's as he thumbed through his own novel.

It was one of the more relaxing ways he'd spent an evening in quite awhile, or it would've been, if there wasn't one thing nagging him, making his mouth twitch as the uncomfortable feeling spread. "Stop that?"

"What?"

"The hand," he murmured, gesturing with his neck as he struggled to insert his bookmark with only one hand.

"Oh," he let go, a slight frown tugging at his face as he leaned away a touch. "Sorry."

"Not you. Just tickled a bit."

Stede paused, the smile returning with a playful twist, "You're ticklish?"

He grunted, eyeing him warily. "Guess so. Never really been before."

"I've gotten into a few good-natured scuffles in my time. It can be quite fun!"

"You like it?" He couldn't help asking, surprised at the sudden admission. 

"Well, I've certainly always enjoyed it."

Izzy huffed out a laugh. He supposed it wasn't that surprising; Stede always had been odd, and it was just like him to like that kind of thing, something so strangely cute.

Leaning back, his eyes raked over Stede, cautiously debating in his head. It was clear as day that Stede was comfortable with him; the only limiting factor seemed to be Izzy's own hesitance, his lack of familiarity with the casual touches Stede so readily gave. He was being quite open about his fondness for tickling, almost suspiciously so. And while Izzy had never even dreamed of tickling someone before, had never even been the one to initiate contact between him and Stede in a non-violent manner, he supposed that here, now, wouldn't be a bad time to start.

"Let's see it then," he shifted, angling his body as he leaned closer to Stede, searching his eyes for any tinge of desire, of excitement.

"Go right ahead!"

His smile grew, eyes brightening at the prospect, but there was an undercurrent of shyness there, weighing down his cheerful expression, matching Izzy's own nerves. 

Slowly, he reached his hand out, touch and hesitant as he dragged in along Stede's arm, grazing his silken shirt. While Izzy had never been tickled directly, he'd experienced it plenty of times through accidental touches brushing against his own sensitive spots, so he had a fair idea where Stede would be ticklish; he just didn't know how much he could handle, yet.

Keeping his touch light, Izzy placed a hand in his stomach, unable to help a smile at his small gasp, and gently dug his fingers in, scratching at him through the cloth. 

At his deep breath, Izzy's eyes flitted back up to Stede's face, taking in his widening smile, perhaps brighter than he'd ever seen it before, as a giggle erupted from his lips, more pushing through in a steady stream of laughter as Izzy brought his other hand up to squeeze Stede's sides.

"Pretty sensitive, aren't you, Bonnet?"

"I suhuhppohose!" He huffed out, hands clenching and unclenching in his lap, trying to stay still for Izzy.

"I wonder where else…" he hummed, fingers dragging up towards his ribs, lightly pinching the crevices as Stede huffed. He was less ticklish there, but it was worth it to see the way his eyes crinkled, squeezing shut with a whine at Izzy's relentless pokes and prods to the area.

He continued exploring, marveling at how his armpits made Stede shoot his arms down, his resolve not to impede Izzy crumbling at the overwhelming sensations, while his neck made him scrunch up, looking oddly reminiscent of a turtle. Even his ears were ticklish, and quite sensitive to gentle scratches and traces, even more so when Izzy blew gentle puffs of air on them, making him squeal.

But his knees were probably his favorite spot. If only for the fact that when he squeezed it, the most adorably obnoxious snort burst from Stede, forcing him to bury his face in Izzy's shoulder in shame, while the other desperately tried and succeeded to produce the noise again. 

Gentle tickling seemed to get to him worse, if the way he shrieked when Izzy's nails glided against the backs of knees were anything to go off of. Even if it only produced quieter giggles compared to the full-bellied laughter Izzy knew he could force, it was better for watching Stede, seeing the miniscule changes in his expression, in his voice, and for allowing Stede to focus on Izzy's occasional teasing.

"Still having fun, Bonnet?" 

"Of… cohohuhurse!" He exclaimed, a tired sheen to his eye at how long it'd been, but his joy was much more prominent. 

Izzy opened his mouth but quickly snapped it shut, head swiveling around at the sound of the door opening,only to find Ed standing there, a confused grin hanging on his face.

"Is this what you two are always doing in here?" He laughed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

"Ed!" Stede breathed out, face brightening again at the sight of his as he sat up straight, trying to smooth out his clothes, his hair, all while keeping his eyes locked on his partner.

Izzy stood up, taking a step away from Stede as his gaze flickered between the two. Would Ed mind him touching Stede like this? Stede had said it was fine, but he wouldn't want to overstep more than he already had, wouldn't want to take anything more from Ed.

"Well come on, mate," Ed faced Izzy, smile shifting into something devious as he walked closer, "why stop now?"

"You… don't mind?" He couldn't help asking, still not sure how he fit into a situation like this.

"Stede, you mind?"

"Nahat at all… I was just showing Izzy how fun tickling could be. He was much better than I would've thought!"

"Is that so?" Ed smiled, walking past Izzy to sit down next to Stede. "Think he's shown you enough yet, Iz?"

"Not quite. I think he still has a bit more to show us," he sat down on the other side of Stede, accepting Ed's acceptance of his role there. If it didn't bother Ed, then he wouldn't let it bother him anymore, even if he was sure everything between them wasn't exactly resolved yet.

Stede laughed nervously, glancing between them, "What else is it you want to see?"

"Mostly…" Ed hummed, grabbing one of his arms to wrench it above his head, waiting for Stede's nod of approval before digging into his underarm, "to see you laugh your ass off."

"Ehehehed!" He cackled, helplessly flailing, and Izzy took that as his cue, bringing his hands back down to squeeze at his thighs and knees.

If Ed wanted to push him, he could do that. And, judging from looking at them, Izzy guessed this wasn't the first time something like this had transpired between Ed and Stede. He only wondered if Stede had realized how awfully ticklish Ed was too, a secret Izzy had long since learned and guarded, but didn't seem inappropriate to reveal later, after they'd finished with Stede.

"Ihihizzy!"

"C'mon Stede, you keep saying our names like that. Just spit it out. What's on your mind?" Ed cooed, lightening up on his tickling to give him a moment to breathe.

"Ihihit's a lohot," he panted, grinning from ear to ear, "buhut it's fuhuhun."

"'Course it is. We're just getting started," Ed purred, delighting in how Stede's flush grew at his words, heart skipping a beat.

Izzy watched Ed kiss Stede's forehead, an uncomfortable pang shooting through him, until Ed turned back to him with a grin and wink, and together they resumed tickling Ed to bits.

-

"Good time, love?" Ed smiled afterwards, helping Stede to his bed.

"Yes, it was all quite lovely," he sighed dreamily, pulling him into a quick kiss. "But I do like it more when you're the one under me."

Ed reddened at that, laughing away his nerves as he glanced back at Izzy, who was awkwardly trailing towards the door.

"Where are you going, mate?"

"I thought it was time to excuse myself," he cleared his throat, averting his eyes. 

"No, no. Come here," Stede beckoned, and Izzy supposed he never really could say no to him that easily, certainly not now, so he swallowed and stepped closer and closer until he was standing by Stede's bedside.

Stede took a breath, reaching out for him, cupping his face, bringing his own closer, as he whispered, "May I?"

Izzy's eyes flickered to Ed's face, seeing only a smile and the slightest nod, not a hint of jealousy or resentment to be found. And so, he allowed himself to once again indulge in the luxuries that came along with Stede Bonnet, closing the distance between them to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

Stede beamed at him when they pulled back, and he could only wonder if his face was as hot as it felt, practically petrified until Ed grabbed his hand, tugging him forward. "Come on, Iz. Get comfortable," he said, shrugging off his own leather jacket and slipping off his boots before he slid into bed beside Stede.

Even Stede's large bed was a bit cramped with the three of them, but Izzy thought it may have just been the best sleep he'd ever had. 

It was only affirmed by what he considered the best morning of his life as he woke up in the early hours, watching the sun stream in through Stede's windows, illuminating the two beside him that made it all feel so divine.

A faint breeze blew in, the cold weather penetrating the peace of their haven as he curled further into bed, into Ed and Stede, suddenly reminded on what day it was. As he stared at them, he could only smile, feeling at peace. He didn't know what the future would hold, but as long as he had them, he could feel secure and welcome the new year, whatever it brought.

[princesslightgiggles]

Comfort

After using his powers to convince his mother he was dead, Simon found solace in his room, tears streaming down his face as he struggled with the weight of his actions. He didn't expect Izzy to find him, but there she was, a comforting presence in the doorway.

"Izzy, I'm fine," Simon mumbled, hastily wiping his tears, trying to maintain a facade of strength.

Izzy stepped into the room, her eyes soft with concern. "Simon, it's okay to not be okay. What you did was huge."

Simon tried to brush it off, but Izzy's words struck a chord within him. Before he could protest further, she reached out to him for a hug, her hand accidentally grazing his side.

Suddenly, Simon practically convulsed, a giggle escaping his lips before he could stop it. He tried to hide his ticklishness, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

But Izzy saw the opportunity for a distraction, a chance to lighten the heavy atmosphere. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she purposely grazed his side again, this time eliciting a louder laugh from Simon.

"S-Stop, Izzy," he gasped between fits of laughter, squirming as she plunged her hands under his t-shirt and skittered her fingers across his bare belly, tickling him relentlessly.

Izzy couldn't help but laugh along with him, finding joy in his infectious laughter. She pounced, sending him flying onto the bed with her on top of him. She trailed her fingers along his sides, his ribs, each touch sending him into further hysterics.

Despite his embarrassment, Simon couldn’t deny the joy bubbling up inside him as they shared this silly moment together.

As Izzy’s torturous fingers found their way to his armpits, Simon’s laughter grew louder, more desperate, until it started to fade into silent, breathless gasps. Tears streamed down his face, his cheeks flushed red as he struggled to catch his breath.

Finally, Izzy relented, her laughter mixing with Simon's as they gazed at each other, breathless and tired. But amidst the laughter and tickles, there was a newfound closeness.

As the laughter subsided, Simon felt a warmth spreading through his chest, looking at this beautiful woman on top of him. A woman he had been falling for. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle kiss, their first but certainly not their last.

In that moment, surrounded by laughter and affection, Simon knew that whilst the sadness in his heart about his mum would take some time to fade that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he wouldn't face them alone.

[tkfanz428]

“I’m bored….”

Lee: Noah

Ler: Izzy

TDWT

Izzy sits at the corner of the plane seat, curled into a ball. She puffs her breath since Owen threatened to break up with her if she started beef again with Chef. She whines as she stays in her seat, rocking back and forth, popping bubbles in her mouth.

“Ugh…. Could you be any louder…?” Noah groaned, he covered his ears before lifting his legs. He laid them down right next to Izzy, big mistake of his… a thought lifted her frown into a smile…

He felt his shoe getting lose, before he could tug it. He felt a hand grab him by the ankle.

“Hey? Izzy? Wait what’re you-?!” He watched his shoe tumble on the ground, he then saw his sock fall on the ground.

“Hope you ready Noah…” Izzy giggles, she lifted her free hand, wiggling her fingers in the air. Noah tried to tug his foot away, his hands kept sliding off the seat.

“AGH!!!!” Noah squealed, his foot shook with every finger that spidered up his toes. Izzy giggles, she traps Noah’s toes, she watches as he desperately twitches. Noah bangs his head against the seat, he covers his head, laughing harder every second.

“Shouldn’t we stop this?” Tyler questions,

“I don’t know I kinda wanna watch what happens next.” Owen leans on his hand.

“Well we can call this free entertainment.” Alejandro smirks, Noah turns to him, trying to hold a glare and his puffed up laughs. Izzy pauses for a moment, Noah gasps as he lifts his head look at her.

“Okay.. you had your fun Izzy. Now let me go, or I’ll- YAGH!!!” Noah burst out laughing as Izzy snuck her hand back to his sole. This was the first time she’s heard him laugh so hard because of her. She watched as he tried to hard to curl in his foot. Noah covered his face, blocking the boys’ view of the tears flooding around his face.

“Izzy! PLEHEHEASE! STOP IT! I CANT TAKE ANY-*HIC!*-MORE!” Noah choked out, Izzy couldn’t even understand what he was saying as everything that came out his mouth was cut off by a hiccup. Noah jerked closer to the edge of the seat, he fell down to the floor. The loud thud caught Team Victory’s attention.

He started kicking with his free leg. All it felt like to Izzy was some soft shoves. She then grabbed his other ankle.

“Thank you for letting me know Noah. I agree. I think the other foot is feeling lonely.” Izzy started untying his other shoe.

“Wait! WAIT! NOHOHO! IZZY THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! IZZY LET ME GOHO!” Noah couldn’t help but laugh, if it was irritating before, it’ll definitely be hell for him now.

“Let me experiment real quick..” Izzy pecked at his socked foot, Noah squeaked, she pecked his bare foot, he squeaks once more. Izzy noticed a quicker reaction without the sock on. Noah felt the last bit of protection peel off his feet. She wrapped her arms around Noah’s defenseless legs.

“I’d rather not hog him up you guys. Anyone like a turn?” Izzy turned to the others.

Noah’s face turned pale.

“Wait, don’t bring other people into this!” Noah whimpered. It didn’t take long for everyone to gang up on him, for the next hour, he was a laughing mess.

“I’m gettin bored of just this spot. Let’s make it more fun for him..” Alejandro went to Noahs head. He pulled Noah’s arms up, exposing his sucked in belly.

“Hey-! *HIC!* Nonono please..!” Noah laughed out.

The rest of team victory all dove into his belly, all Noah could feel was the sensations of soft, cold hands rubbing and poking his belly and feet. He was struggling more to catch a breath now that his two worst spots were being mercilessly tormented. His squeals and screams began to sound more agitated than pleasurable.

His desperate cries for help eventually reached Team amazon.

Courtney intervened, forcing Izzy to let Noah go. He laid on the ground, panting, hiccuping, choking on his own giggles. His body kept twitching.

“You’re lucky I got my wiggles out now Noah. But next time it’ll be on my time only.” Izzy laid her head on the wall behind her. Her snores signaled everyone else to go back to what they were doing. Noah hugged he tightly, thanking her for saving him, at the corner of his eye, he saw Alejandro glaring at him.

His green eyes showed a sign of malice, it unnerved him slightly….

[chocos-universe]

hii cld u write liek a ler!alejandro and lee! either heather, noah or tyler?

Of course I can!

"I Like Girls"

___________________________________________--Okay. Alejandro is kiiiinndddaaa gettin' fed up with Tyler.--

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|Lee - Tyler -- Lers - Alejandro & Somewhat Lindsay|

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"Also returning this season, Tyler!" Chris announced with his usual smile as Tyler fell over onto some others with an 'oof'. "And, the co-host of Total Drama Aftermath, Bridgette!" "Woah!" Bridgette fell over onto Izzy, Ezekiel, and Tyler. "Yo, Chris! You forgot to introduce me!" Ezekiel pointed out with a frown as Chris sighed in annoyance. "And... Ezekiel." Chris didn't even hide his irritation. "And NOW to mix things up to keep it all fresh, we're adding two new competitors!" Chris smiled again as he held a '2' up with his fingers. He's an on a roll student with a diplomat(?) for a Dad, and an amazing ability to charm the pants off most species, Aleeejandroo!" Chris pointed his hands to the bus entrance where Alejandro stepped out with a smug yet charming little smile. "Pernaps I can assist?" He stepped down, helping Bridgette and Izzy up, their eyes full of absolutely love and admiration. "Wowww-ee..." Izzy said, a rare sense of calmness in her tone. "I... I... I-I have a boyfriend!" Bridgette stuttered, putting her hands up in defense. Though that blush wasn't fooling anyone. Poor Geoff. "And, amigos. Please, allow me" he then helped Ezekiel and Tyler up with his charming smile. "Woww-ee?" Ezekiel said in slight confusion. Kind of disgust. "I like girls!" Tyler said in defense, putting his hands in front of his chest. Alejandro just raised an eyebrow but kept his act on.

That's where this all started. No matter what Alejandro did to help Tyler or was even around him, it was always a "I like girls." It was getting on Alejandro's nerves quite a bit. No. A LOT a bit. It was like a toddler refusing to eat after a fight with its mom. No matter what Alejandro did to defuse the situation, nothing worked. Even though Tyler was useless in his eyes and meant nothing, he didn't like getting annoyed by something. Getting mad over small things is easy for him. But this? This was like a hurricane murdered his wife. He wanted to get this to stop, but how? That he was uncertain of. But he'll find a way.

And oh boy, did he.

In one challenge where they were all paired up in two, not in their OG teams, some were, some weren't. Alejandro was with Sierra as she was busy searching for something, Alejandro moved his eyes to take in his surroundings, his gaze landing on Tyler and Lindsay, who were quite far. I mean, Sierra was busy. What else could he do? "Awh, c'mon Kyler, pleaseee?" "It's Tyler, Linds... and no, I did everything else!" Tyler huffed and crossed his arms. "Kyyyylllerrr~" Lindsay giggled and squeezed the "jock's" sides "Do it!" Tyler let out a yelp and a small laugh as he pushed her hands away "Okay! Ohokay! Just nohot out in puhublic!" Tyler gave in instantly as Lindsay clapped her hands and bounced in place "Yay!" She smiled as Tyler spent over and started to move dusty rocks out the way. Alejandro turned away and looked at the ground, smirking. "Hey! I got the clue!" Serria said obnoxiously, snapping Alejandro out of his thoughts as she got a headstart. Alejandro just rolled his eyes and followed.

Currently, it was an off day, surprisingly. Chris HAD to go to the salon because his beautiful hair got fucked up in an early challenge they did yesterday, so he called it off until he was able to get it back into beauty shape. Well, Tyler is on his tippy-ties, trying to grab a glass for a drink he was making as then a familiar hand grabbed it for him. "Could've just asked, amigo." Alejandro said with the most friendliest smile he could muster as Tyler stepped back once and raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms and looked away. "I like gi--" Before Tyler could finish, Alejandro shushed him by putting his finger over Tyler's mouth. "Don't even." Alejandro said in a not-so friendly tone, placing the cup down on the counter. Tyler just looked back, narrowing his eyes at Alejandro before slapping his hand away. "Can't charm me, Al! Like I said, I like girls!" Alejandro gritted his teeth when he heard the nickname "Al." If he could, he would strangle and throw Tyler off the damn plane himself. Though, he calmed himself. Thankfully... "Now, my friend... no need for such... name calling. Let's just talk, and--" Alejandro got cut off by a scoff from Tyler. God, he hated being interrupted. "Yeah? Well-- wh-what are YOU gonna do about it, Al?" Alejandro's eye twitched. If he wasn't so angry, he'd have flashbacks and cry in a corner right then and there. "Listen Here you, Pe--" Alejandro cut himself short as he recalled what he saw that one day and replaced his scowl with a smirk. "Well, you see, my dear friend. I happened to notice a little... well... playful banter between you and..." Alejandro thought for a moment before continuing "Lindsay. And I so dearly can't help but want to try it for myself!" Alejandro grinned, holding up a hand and wiggling his fingers. "W-Wait-- Al--" Tyler started off but got cut off by Alejandro's whisper "It's Alejandro."

And that was all he heard before the attack.

"W-Wahahahait--! Hehehey! What-- what gihihihihives?! Ahahahahal!" Tyler giggled and grabbed Alejandro's wrists as his fingers tickled his sides. "It's Alejandro, first off. Second off, I'm tired of your bullshit, amigo! And third off, you annoy me in every possible way, so maybe this should make you listen!" Alejandro said in an annoyed tone, poking at his belly and sides. "Chrihihihihist! Stohohohohp! *squeak*" "Pulling at my hands won't make me stop, Tiger." "Duhuhuhude! I like gihihihirls! What the hehehehell!" "And... there it is." Alejandro sighed and grabbed Tyler's hand, tracing his palm. "BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! W-WAHAHAHAIT!!--" Tyler shrieked and desperately tried to pull his hand away. "You brought this upon yourself, amigo. Oooh, I LiKe GiRlS! I LiKe GiRlS! Do ya ever shut up about that?" Tyler's face flushed as he oddly laughed harder at that "I'M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!-- I'M SORRY I'M SOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!" He leaned against the counter for support so he didn't fall down. Alejandro just rolled his eyes. "Hmmm... I wonder... is right here--" Alejandro got his answer as he tickled Tyler's knees, Tyler letting out a shreik. "Ah." Alejandro just chuckled as Tyler let out loud laughter. "AHAHAHAHAHAL--!!" "It's Alejandro!!" He squeezed Tyler's sides. "BAAAHAHAHAHA-- OKAY-- OHOHOHOHOHOKAY!!! AHAHAHAHAHALEJANDRO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!" He squealed, pushing at Alejandro's hands, not knowing what else to do. "Are you going to quit calling me Al?" Alejandro said with a little shiver at the nickname "YEHEHEHEHES!!" "AND are you going to shut up about the whole "I like girls" thing?" "YEHEHEHEHES! YES, I SWEHEHEHEAR!!" Alejandro nodded and stopped.

Tyler gasped for air and collapsed to the ground, curling in a breathless, giggly ball. "I don't want to hear those two things ever again. Also, don't tell anyone about this. Especially Heather..." Alejandro crossed his arms as Tyler made a weak nod. "Okay... Ohokay... U-Uhunderstohood..." Alejandro just smirked and went back to normal. "Pleasure doing business with you, Tyler! I'll see ya next challenge!" Alejandro waved bye and walked away. God, he really hoped nobody heard or saw that.

Especially Heather.

❤️End🧡

[most-fuckable-character-showdown]

Characters included in the showdown

If any of these characters are repeated or under 18 please let me know asap so I can switch them out

Remus Sanders from Sanders Sides (17)

Janus Sanders from Sanders Sides (14)

Logan Sanders from Sanders Sides (13)

Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (13)

Roman Sanders from Sanders Sides (11)

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides (10)

Din Djarin/Mandalorian from The Mandalorian (10)

Remy Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (10)

Patton Sanders from Sanders Sides (9)

Noise from Roleslaying with Roman (8)

The Once-ler from the Lorax (7)

Sans from Undertale (6)

Angel from Hell’s Belles (5)

Julian Devorak from The Arcana (5)

William Afton from fnaf (4)

Ingo from Pokémon (4)

Leon S Kennedy from Resident Evil (4)

Anxiety Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (4)

Clay Puppington from Moral Orel (4)

Youngblood from Roleslaying with Roman (4)

Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls (3)

Shane from The L Word (3)

Jameson Jackson from Jacksepticeye (3)

The Other Side of the Pillow from Thomas Sanders Shorts (3)

Virgil the Rat from Ride the Cyclone (3)

Kylo Ren from Star Wars (3)

Megamind from Megamind (3)

Bucky Barnes from MCU (3)

Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield) from No Way Home (3)

Mike from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Ryker from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Roman from Roleslaying with Roman (3)

Raine Whispers from The Owl House (3)

Vash the Stampede from Trigun Stampede (3)

Nicholas D Wolfwood from Trigun (3)

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale (2)

Sage Lesath from Last Legacy (2)

L Lawliet from Death Note (2)

Crowley from Good Omens (2)

Dr. Bright from SCP Foundation (2)

Shrek from Shrek (2)

Peter Cola from CNP (2)

Peppino from Pizza Tower (2)

Tangerine from Bullet Train (2)

Luis Sera from Resident Evil 4 (2)

Darius from The Owl House (2)

Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal (2)

Alastor from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Enjorlas from Les Miserables (2)

Jessie from Pokémon (2)

James from Pokémon (2)

Mettaton EX from Undertale (2)

Sampo Koshi from Honkai Star Rail (2)

Wilford Warfstache from Markiplier (2)

The Narrator from The Stanley Parable (2)

Shego from Kim Possible (2)

Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil (2)

Blackbeard from Our Flag Means Death (2)

Orange Side from Sanders Sides (2)

Lucio from The Arcana (2)

Burgundy Red from Roleslaying with Roman (2)

Puff Puff Humbert from Your Favorite Martin (2)

Viktor Humphries from Slime Rancher (2)

Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel (2)

Miss Secondopinionson from Moral Orel (2)

Eggman from Sonic (2)

Spamton from Deltarune (1)

The Corinthian from The Sandman (1)

Asra Alnazar from The Arcana (1)

Felix Escellun from Last Legacy (1)

Edwin from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Hatori from Fruits Basket (1)

Izzy Hands from Our Flag Mean Death (1)

Undyne from Undertale (1)

Glamrock Freddy from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gummy from Gummy and the Doctor (1)

Nadia Satrinava from The Arcana (1)

Scorpia from She Ra (1)

Jareth the Goblin King from Labyrinth (1)

Vaporeon from Pokémon (1)

Rouge the Bat from Sonic (1)

Aaravos from The Dragon Prince (1)

Millions Knives from Trigun Stampede (1)

Spock from Star Trek (1)

Toriel from Undertale (1)

Bowser from Super Mario (1)

Shota Aizawa from My Hero Academia (1)

Tom Nook from Animal Crossing (1)

Critic Sanders from Thomas Sanders Shorts (1)

Skeletor from Masters of the Universe (1)

Elias Bouchard from The Magnus Archives (1)

Asmodeus from Obey Me (1)

Guillermo from What We do in the Shadows (1)

Asgore Dreemurr from Deltarune (1)

Dio Brando from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (1)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (1)

Death from Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (1)

Red Guy from Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared (1)

Padme from Star Wars (1)

Archibald Asparagus from Veggie Tales (1)

Shen Jiu from The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System (1)

Roxanne Wolf from fnaf: security breach (1)

Gomez Addams from The Addams Family (1)

Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty (1)

Fiona from Shrek (1)

Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas (1)

Emile from Cartoon Therapy (1)

Vlad Masters from Danny Phantom (1)

Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta (1)

Merlin from Fate/Grand Order (1)

Verosika Mayday from Helluva Boss (1)

Ganondorf from The Legend of Zelda (1)

Michael Afton from fnaf (1)

Marvus Xoloto from Hiveswap (1)

Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium (1)

Jang Jaeyoung from Semantic Error (1)

The Bog King from Strange Magic (1)

Batman from Batman (1)

Randy Jade from Dialtown (1)

Yor Forger from Spy x Family (1)

Mark Winters/Wavelength from Just Role With It (1)

Dr. Alto Clef from SCP Foundation (1)

Striker from Helluva Boss (1)

Stoic the Vast from How to Train your Dragon (1)

Bandit from Bluey (1)

Spain from Hetalia (1)

Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray (1)

Muriel from The Arcana (1)

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

any chance of an updated list?

Of course!!

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

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

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

as always, list under the cut!

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

Akechi Goro

Akio Ohtori / Himemiya

Anakin Skywalker

Ansem the Wise

April O’Neil (2012)

Ardyn Izunia

Ayin

Azula

Bill Cipher

Boston

Bramblestar

Buzz McCallister

Caillou

Chibiusa

Childe

Cici

Cullen Rutherford

Darkstalker

Dazai Osamu

Dio

Dio (Zero Escape)

Donald Trump

Donquixote Doflamingo

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Drannus

Eichi Tenshouin

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Eridan Ampora

Evan Hansen

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Glenn Quagmire

George Wickham

Greg Heffley

Haiji Towa

Happosai

Her Imperious Condescension

Higashikata Josuke

Huey Emmerich

Ibara Saegusa

Izzy Hands

JD

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Jin Guangyao

John Gaius

Julia Mazzone

Junko Enoshima

Jurgen Leitner

Katsuki Bakugo

Kokichi Ouma

Kristoph Gavin

Kromer

Kusaka Masato

Kylo Ren

Kyubey

Lance Dubois

Le’garde

Live Action Buggy

Makima

Mal

Marvin Falsettos

Meenah Peixes

Merlin

Micah Bell

Michael

Minoru Mineta

Mr. Bungee

Pierce Hawthorne

Pierre

Princess Daisy

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Regal Farseer

Ronaldo

Rose Quartz

Santa Claus

Sasuke Uchiha

Scrappy Doo

Sentinel Prime

Shiver

Shou Tucker

Simon

Simon Laurent

Sosuke Aizen

Spamton

Stella Goetia

Teddy / Kuma

The Maverick

The Metatron 

The Once-Ler

Thistleclaw 

Tony Stark

Tsumugi Aoba

Ty Betteridge

Val Velocity

Viren

Vriska Serkat

William Afton

c!Dream

Ōchi Fukuchi

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

Absalom

Abyss Sibling

Adam

Agamemnon 

Airy

Akane

Akito Shinonome

Akito Sohma

Alastor

Alexander Hamilton

Ali Lectric

All For One

Aloise Trancy

Anatole Kuragin

Angel Dust

Anne Hathaway

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Aranea Serkat

Ashfur

Astarion

Asuka

Bella Swan

Ben Jackson Walker

Betsy Wolfe

Billy

Billy Hargrove

Black Pete

Blackbeard

Blitzo Buckzo

Booker

Box

Bro-Strider

Buck Cluck

Buzz (cheerios)

Byakuya Togami

Caesar Clown

Caliborn / Lord English

Captain Kuro

Cersei Iannister

Chloe Bourgeois

Chris McClain

Chrollo Lucifer

Cicero

Clara Oswald

Coco

Cozy Glow

Cynte

Damian Wayne

Dan Moroboshi

Dean Venture

Dean Winchester

Detective Saracusa

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Disembodied Voice

Don Flamenco

Dr. Henry Miller

Drew

Duke

Edelgard

Elias Ainsworth

Elias Ainsworth

Elon Musk

Equius Zahhak

Erebus

Eric Cartman

Erlina and Brugaves

Eugene Coli

Every Single Country In 1993

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Feferi Peixes

Five

Five Pebbles

Floch

Foreman Oyun

France (Hetalia)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Gamzee Makara

Georg Weissmann

God

Goeffry St. John

Gordon Blackwall

Graham Spector

Gra’ha Tia

Haiji Senri

Heath cliff

Henry Miller (OC)

Henry the Eighth

Himiko Toga

Hisoka

Hiyoko Saionji

Holly Blue Agate

House

Huey Laforet

Ianthe Tridentarius

Il Dottore

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Itsuki Shu

Izumi Sena

JJ

Jacopo Bearzatti

James T. Kirk

Jayne Cobb

Jiren

Joe Destefano

Johnny

Jonah Magnus

Jonathan Groff 

Judith Ford / Natalie Cook

Judo

Julia

Julie-Sue

Ken

Kevin

Kusunoki Muu

Kyouichi Saionji

Ladd Russo

Lady Catherine de Bourgh 

Lebreau Fermet Viralesque

Light Yagami

Liontari

Lotor

Louie

Louis

Luke

Mahiru Koizumi

Makoto Itou

Marie

Marlon

Mary Keay

Master Crown

Matou Shinji

Matpat

Me

Medusa Gorgon

Meredith Rodney McKay

Michael Scott

Miguel O’Hara

Millions Knives

Moash

Moeka Kiryuu

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Mori Ougai

Morris

Mr. Collins

Ms. Valentine

Muu Kusunoki

Muzan Kibutsuji

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Nagito Komaeda

Nanami Kiryuu

Narumi

Natsumi Sakasaki

Nefera DeNile

Nickel

Nikola Tesla

Noor Pradesh

Ocelot

Octavian 

Ogai Mori

Orochi

Otto Apocalypse

Paul Von Oberstein

Pencil

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Prince Louis

Queen Scarlet

Quiche

Quill Kipps

Rafal (FEE)

Rafal (SGE)

Rafe Cameron

Randy

Raven Queen

Rebecca Costwolds

Redd White

Riley Finn

Roger

Rohan Kishibe

Roland

Roshi

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sakazuki Akainu

Sandy

Sanji

Sebastian Mechaelis

Sheldon Cooper

Shen Jiu

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Shinonomes (both)

Shredder

Sigma Klim

Silver Spoon

Skizzleman

Slayer

Solf J. Kimblee

So Sejima

Splinter

Stark Sands

Steven Universe

Stormcaller

Subara Akehoshi

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Teruhashi Makoto

Teruteru

The Eleventh Doctor

The Entirety Of Homestuck

The Groke

The Little Palace Mistress

The Mage

The New Ninja

The Old Palace Master

The Operator

The Pale King

Tim Drake

Tom Wambsgans

Tomaru Sawagoe

Touichiro Suzuki

Trishna

Tumblr Staff

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Victor Frankenstein

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Volgin

Wanderer/Scaramouche

Wen Chao

Whiteout, Clearsight, and Benjamin

Will Shuester

Willy Stampler

Woodes Rogers

Xisuma

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Yu Ziyuan

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Yuri Briar

Zeke Jaeger

Zenos Galvus

Zhou Zishu

[randommusicalfluff]

Ler! Tyler Lee! Alejandro fic because I love them sm

“Sooo.. you’re telling me you think Alejandro is ticklish?” The look on Tyler’s face read as shocked and a little confused, running back what Noah had just said to him in his head. The latter had pulled the jock aside for a second to ‘talk’ while the rest of their team moved on ahead with their challenge.

“Why do you think so?” Tyler asks, tilting his head to the side as he watches Noah pace back and forth. It was clear the bookworm was planning something, but he couldn’t figure out what.

“Everyone has their weaknesses, Tyler, and I think I finally found that eel’s weak spot. Yesterday in first class Izzy was being.. well.. Izzy and was messing with Alejandro,” Noah starts, his pacing speeding up a little as he continues. “And she started poking him, and I could have sworn I saw him flinch a few times!” He stops dead in front of Tyler, clasping his hands together with a deranged look in his eyes.

“You sure this isn’t just you imaging things because he wrecks you any chance he gets?” Tyler watched as Noah’s face grew red, quickly waving off the other boys comment as he continues on his little rant. “No! No no no! Listen, dude, all I need you to do for me is test it out. He trusts you way more than he trusts me, he would suspect I was up to something from a mile away.” The himbo took a second to think about it, before giving Noah a thumbs up and a smile. “If it’ll get you to stop freakin’ out about it, then alright! Plus I’ve always wondered what his laugh sounds like!”

——————————————————

It was a few hours later and Tyler had finally managed to pull Alejandro aside for something, motioning for the rest of their team to continue towards the plane. He could have sworn the other boy looked a little irritated for a second, before turning to him with a relaxed expression.

“Ahh, mi amigo! What is the problem?” Alejandro asks, his tone light but his eyes peering directly into Tyler’s soul. This made him horribly anxious, he was bad at keeping secrets so it was a miracle he’d made it this far. “Oh um! While.. we were walking I just.. uh.. noticed you had a rip in your shirt! Yeah! I wasn’t gonna embarrass you in front of everyone, dude! It’s right here!”

The tracksuit wearing boy reached out and placed his hand right on Alejandro’s side, giving it a good few squeezes. Al flinched away from him and quickly clasped a hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at the other contestant. “Y-You could have just told me, there was no need to show me.” He hisses out, narrowing his eyes a little as a quite familiar expression crosses Tyler’s face. Alejandro’s blood ran cold as he realized what he just gave away, taking a step back and quickly trying to gauge a means of escape.

“Woooww Al!” No. “I didn’t know you were-“ Fuck! “-ticklish!” Tyler spoke with great amusement and wonder in his voice, taking a few steps closer to Alejandro before tackling him to the ground. They tossed and turned for a second before the jock managed to pin Alejandro down, a smug little smile plastered across his face. “Yknow, you could’ve just told me you weren’t ticklish and honestly, I might’ve believed you!”

“Get off of me-! Our team is way ahead of us and this is what you’re worried about-?” Alejandro growls as he tries to throw the other teen off of him, only to stop dead in his tracks as Tyler shoots his hands up to Alejandro’s ribs. He wasted no time scribbling across the clothed area. Alejandro inhales deeply through his nose, pursing his lips and clamping his arms down as he managed to force any reaction he would’ve had back. “T-Tyler, I think it would be intelligent for you to stop while you are ahead.”

“Noooo way, dude! Its like I’ve uh, struck gold or something! Im not letting this chance slip by me!” The other boy let out a triumphant sounding laugh as his hands traveled up under Al’s arms. Alejandro’s eyes widen a little as his struggles became a little more frantic, but that also meant he was becoming more and more uncoordinated. “H-Hey! Hey hey hey! What d-do you think you’r-“

Tyler raises an eyebrow as he digs in under his teammates arms, his eyes lighting up as he watched the brunette crumble. Alejandro turns his face away from Tyler as a steady stream of giggles started to break through, slowly building up until he was laughing his heart out. To say Tyler was shocked would be an understatement, really. He was expecting maybe a few giggles, but to hit the jackpot on Alejandro? Now that was legendary!

“Jackpot!” Tyler laughs out, working his fingers into the spot right in between Al’s ribs and armpits, his smile growing a little when that got a more intense reaction out of him. “Your laugh is like so cute! How’d you manage to keep this big of a secret to yourself?”

Alejandro had a feeling the other boy wasn’t trying to be teasy, but god was every word coming out of his mouth making him blush. “S-Sh-Shuhuhut uhuhuHUHUP-!” He cringed a little at how his sentence ended in a high note, absolutely avoiding any kind of eye contact with his fellow contestant.

Tyler tilts his head to the side, sneaking a hand up to scritch at Alejandro’s neck so he sorta had to turn back towards him. “Why? ‘M just sayin’ I think this is super cute! It like, humanizes you I guess! Cause if I’m gonna be honest, everyone sees you as uber untouchable. So I think it’s kinda funny that you have such a human weakness!” The jock explains, slowing his hands down to a stop. He moves off of Al, offering him a hand to help him up, which the other takes after a moment of recuperating.

Alejandro brushes himself off and adjusts his shirt a little, running a hand through his hair as he tried to cool off. He clears his throat and motions for Tyler to start walking with him, heading towards the plane. “Come on, I’m sure the others are wondering where we have been. If anyone asks, just say it was because you.. lost something. Oh, and by the way, if anyone finds out, I’ll know who to trace it back to.”

Tyler stood still for a moment out of fear at that last statement, but quickly follows after Alejandro. He wasn’t planning on telling anyone, well besides Noah, but that wouldn’t be a problem, right?

[nuggets-and-stars]

Plz do Make Your Mark Headcanons . Make sure to include Misty.

Yeah thanks for including Misty otherwise I might've forgotten about her 😅

Headcanons under the cut

Sunny Starscout

She's a snorter

Worst spots are her hooves and sides

Super feather ticklish

Gets a lot of comfort tickles. Girlie needs it frfr

Sunny gets super shy if you use nicknames and point out her snort

She's a very goofy ler. Likes to tell jokes and act oblivious to the lee suffering

She often teams up with Hitch and Izzy

Her and Hitch will just talk about the lee like they're not even there

Izzy Moonbow

Thinks tickling is silly and a fun way to bond

Her horn is her death spot (like most unicorns)

Won't deny the fact that she's ticklish

If you just be a goofy ler to her that'll get her

She likes to use raspberries on her victims

Sometimes she'll just look at her lee as her long ass hair falls on their stomach and watch as they giggle away

She just likes to make her friends laugh :)

Hitch Trailblazer

Canonically has ticklish hooves

I just headcanon all Earth Ponies to have ticklish hooves

Has a very dorky laugh

Is an even dorkier ler

Babytalks

Teams up with Zipp quite a bit

Loves to point out how much a lee is blushing

Pipp Petals

Most ticklish spot is her stomach and wings

Can't take mouth tickles

Her laugh is very squeaky and bubbly

She's probably everyone's favorite lee tbh

She's just so adorable

Bratty

Their are times where tickle fights break out between Pipp and Zipp

Pipp has only won a handful of times but man she takes what she can get

Isn't that much of a ler tbh

Like I literally have 0 ler headcanons for her

Sorry girl you're just so lee coded 😔

Zipp Storm

Yay my fave ��

Anyways worst spot are not only the wings but the wingpits

And between the shoulder blades. If you blow a raspberry there she will squeal

Her neck is a massive melt spot though

Hates having her blush pointed out (it's especially worse since she has a white coat)

gets flustered super easily

Cannot handle what she dishes out. At all

Massive hypocrite when tickles are involved

Due to being a big sister, she has a lot of tickling experience. So she's a scary ler

She's a big teaser

Uses her wings to her advantage

Misty Brightdawn

Didn't know she was ticklish until she started to become friends with the mane 5

Is a frequent victim of cheer up tickles

Everyone is very gentle with her of course

Worst spot is the horn and along her back

Her laugh is very cackly and raspy

Opaline hated Misty's laugh and made sure she knew

So they love to tell her how cute her laugh is

Zipp and Pipp tag team her constantly

Doesn't like to tickle people that much unless if it's accidental

[tickle-page]

“How long can ya last?”

A/N: Ok… but tickling should’ve been a challenge. Yes I ship Noah and Cody. (I am not proof reading allat).

⚠️: Some footer tickles

Summary: Chris thought of something that’ll make people drop like flies. One that’ll cure his ler mood, and pretty sure people are growing suspicious of it.

********

“We’re gonna have each team see how some of their players will last getting tickled…” Chris announced, cutting to the chase.

“Pfft, tickling? What does he have, some type of fetish?” Duncan scoffed, making his team laugh.

“Nope, thought it be a challenge nobody could pass. Anyways, we have… ‘Screaming Gophers’, and on that team is… Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Justin, Leshawna, Noah, Lindsay, Owen, Trent, and Izzy, against ‘Killer Bass’, and on that team is… Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Ezekiel, Geoff, Harold, Sadie, Katie, and Tyler.” Chris was about to explain how it works before the writer thought they’re was too much typing in one dialogue, so here’s the other one, “Here’s how it works, You’re gonna choose two people on your team to get strapped up to this very convenient ‘x’ shape thing. One person get’s strapped up for an hour, while somebody from the opposing team tries to get the opposite contestant out then we’ll switch and they will have to stand an hour as well. And if the person getting tickled manages to last an hour w/o saying the safe word, which will be ‘Chris’, they win the challenge and get a reward, which is they’re very own spa treatment deluxe, but if you don’t… then you’ll meet me at the bonfire, and I’m sure you’ll know what will happen next.”

“Uh huh, uh.. Question?” Duncan raised his hand as if he was in school.

“Shoot.”

“Why is the safe word you’re name? Why can’t it be something cool like, Duncan, or murder, or vandalism.”

“A. They’re too hard to remember and B. I’m hot.”

“Ok… I have another question.”

“What…” Chris sighed.

“Why did you choose this challenge? Is there something you want to tell us?” Duncan tried to get under his skin and it didn’t work.

“Because… I just fricking explained it! You people are too good with these challenges, so I chose something that nobody in they’re right mind would pass.” Not because he had a tickle fetish, Ofc not. What kinda judge would put their contestants in a situation like this just to help their lee mood? If anyone thought Chris had a fetish, they’re wrong.

“Whatever you say….” Duncan was not buying it.

“Ok, ready? Talk over your team and see who will be their guinea pigs.” Chris stepped off his platform that was coincidentally placed on the dock.

(Meanwhile, with Screaming Gophers)

“So which two will get tickled?” Beth asked.

“I think it should be lazy dude over there.” Heather pointed to the latter before her.

“Who, Owen? Dude, I know your not very likable, but to call Owen lazy just because he doesn’t cut back on the snacks, is off the charts-“ Noah stocked up for his bestfriend, only to be shut down by Heather.

“Not him, you.”

“ME?! Why me?!” Noah was puzzled and scared, trying to change their minds, but it seems to go down stream for him.

“Well duh, isn’t it obvi? You don’t join in on any challenges, you just stick your face in that musty book. It’s about time you show team work.” Heather continued.

“What?! Come on guys, change her mind, please!”

“Sorry man, she’s right.” Owen agreed.

“Owen?! Your suppose to be my bsf!”

“I’m sorry, Noah.”

“Well… You are a big time slacker…” Beth joined in.

“YEAH! You’re always reading the book like, ‘ooohohoho~ I can read~’ and then I’m all like, ‘Dude, sub me in,’ and you’re all like, ‘Whahahat? Can’t hear you, dudette, too busy reading, yah…’ That’s basically how it goes.” Izzy chimed in.

“That’s not at all how it went! Guys please! Don’t make me do this.”

“Don’t worry, Noah, if you go, I’ll join you so you won’t be as scared anymore!” Noah’s secrete crush, Cody, replied.

As thankful as Noah is right now that Cody is trying to cheer him up, this doesn’t stop him from getting tickled.

“Awww, ain’t that cute? Your boyfriend is checking up on you!” Izzy cooed. Making the other’s but Heather coo as well.

“He’s not my boyfriend!!!”

“Alright, guess it’s settled. Noah and Cody will get tickled, and trust me Noah, if you flake out before it hit 20 minute mark, I’ll make sure the others will vote you off for being a bad team player.” Heather got close up to his face to make her more intimidating, and it worked.

“WHAT?!… omg!!” Noah gave up because it was useless fighting anymore, at least he’ll have his crush beside him, but it won’t make him less ticklish.

(Meanwhile, with Killer Bass)

“So… Who’s gonna volunteer?” Courtney asked.

“Not me!” Bridgette backed down.

“Yh… I’ll sit this one out.” DJ.

“THAT’S SO CHILDISH, COUNT ME OUT!” Eva.

“Nah, this will ruin my record.” Geoff.

“Well, it’s not gonna be-“ Duncan got interrupted by Sadie.

“I’m not doing this!” Sadie.

“If Sadie’s not doing it then I’m not doing it!” Katie.

“Uhhh…. Yh, I’m not doing this challenge.” Tyler.

No one likes Ezekiel.

“Guess it’s just Duncan and Harold.” Courtney said.

“Why?! No cool guy should get tied down and tickled for a challenge in front of an audience.” Duncan crosses his arms.

“So you rather get tied down and tickled if it wasn’t for a challenge?” Courtney smirked.

Duncan loves his girlfriend with all his heart, but sometimes she can drive him to sanity. “Wha- Absolutely not! I’ve been to juvy, my street cred would plum it if I even began to like tickling.”

“Uh-huhu.” Courtney giggled.

“So why do I have to do this? I don’t want to get tickled either.” Harold said.

“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to clean the skid marks on your underwear after the challenge, haha.” Duncan made DJ, Geoff, and Trent laugh at his joke.

“So it’s settled then, each team members who were picked, come up so Chef can strap you guys in.” Now that Chris was saying those words, he just now realized how weird this challenge is.

The four of them complied, with Harold and Cody going first, and with Duncan tickling Cody and Noah tickling Harold.

“Your time starts when I start the timer.” Chris set an hour on his clock, and pushed start. “Go!”

And they began.

“Aww, crap, I don’t even want to do this…” Noah complained.

“DON’T THINK ABOUT IT NOAH!!! YOUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT!!” Gwen screamed from the sidelines, trying to reassure him, but it didn’t work.

Noah heard cute, bubbly laughter. It sounded as if an angle had dropped down from the sky… it was so majestic, and Noah wanted to hear it more after the challenge. He wanted to be the one to tickle his crush, but his priority isn’t the one on his team, it’s the one in front of him.

Noah decided to rip the bandaid off, and slowly skittered his blunt nails on Harold’s sides. It was so gross, but he didn’t want to be eliminated.

“Gahahahah, Thihihihis is so sthuhuhupid!!!” Cody laughed from Duncan’s skilled fingers on his knees.

“Wow, Duncan, you are skilled with this!” Courtney was astonish.

“Yeah, I would tickle my older brothers all the time.” Duncan replied, he then got flashbacks of them teaming up on him, and he shivered. Duncan will die twice before he ever tell them that he was always tickle punished as a kid by his older brothers.

Noah was flabbergasted by Cody’s laugh, that he stopped tickling Harold and looked over to his crush. Cody’s face was so cute right now, Noah wanted to die right then and there, until a familiar voice stopped him and his thoughts, “Hey, Romeo!!! Quit staring at Juliet and get to tickling, we want to win!” Leshawna called out from the sidelines.

“Stop calling me that!! I don’t even like Cody!!” Noah’s face says it all though.

“Ha! Your face is so red already, and you aren’t the one getting tickled.” Harold should’ve shut up.

“You know what? I’ll give you something to laugh about!” Noah skittered his fingers up and down Harold’s sides, stopping just barely under his armpits.

“GAHAHAHAH!!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!!!” Harold screamed out.

“It’s kinda too late for that one.” Noah teased and cooed the bonded lee, tickling his ribs and stomach, dipping his finger in the hollow and swirling it inside.

“Oh? U think u can out tickle me? I’ll show you who’s the real tickle monster.” If Duncan was the one in Cody’s place, his teases would’ve flustered him, but what can he say? He has experience. The Mohawk dude got dangerously close to the latter’s armpits, making Cody scream, which alerts the ler. “Oh?~ is someone ticklish hereeee?”

“No!!! NO PLEASE!!! NOT THERE!!! DUNCAN STOP, STOP, STOP-AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! PLEASE!!!” Cody went baserk, he totally lost it. His head was getting all foggy, he was getting breathy and panting, and to top it all of he was crying and his laughter grew silent. He had to gasp in between depths of chortles, trying so very hard to remember the safe word, let alone blurt it out, but he can’t manage to figure it out.

“What was that?~ I didn’t hear a safe word~. Maybe I should do this till you pass out… or… until you pee yourself, like glasses just did.” Duncan was insane, and yes Harold did piss himself due to the tickling, and Cody was on the verge of doing the same thing.

Noah didn’t notice the wet stain on Harold’s pants, he was way too focus on staring at his crush with widen eyes. Noah swear that if looks could kill, Cody would’ve been dead before the tickling killed him. He didn’t care how obvious he was being right now, he just thought that when will he ever get a chance to see Cody in this state again? All helpless and breathy, trying to say the safe word, but he couldn’t because of all the laughter he was doing. Noah swore to everything that he doesn’t like tickling…Cody is the only exception, tho. His trance was broken when Cody finally managed to say the safeword, “CHRIS!!! CHRIHIHIHIS!! STAHP NOW, PLEASE!!!”

Duncan stopped, and Chef went over to the two to unlock their tied up limbs, making them slump over to the ground in heaps of laughter. “Ok, Duncan and Noah, it’s your guys turn.” Chris said.

The both boys signed and was terrified of what’s in store for them, but they wouldn’t want to let their team down, so they got on the chair letting Chef tie them up. “Wait… can Harold change first? I don’t want him being that close to me when he smells like cats.” Noah looked down at his pants, Harold looked down as well and looked back up with a redden face, covering himself up when everyone started laughing.

He got back from changing, and got beside Noah waiting to tickle the shit out of him. Noah would’ve had so many more sarcastic things to say, but right now, he was so scared, like he doesn’t like being tickled at all, Duncan’s the same way, but he can hide it more. “You good, Noah? You’re sweating.” Harold mentioned.

“Y-yeah… I’m *gulp* fine… I just don’t like being tied down… or… t-tickled.”

Duncan noticed how nervous he was, “awwww, is someone scared of tickling?”

“Shut up!” Cody tweaked his side, making him twitch and have a startled laugh, “Listen Noah, don’t force yourself to continue if you don’t want to, ok? I know how it feels, being trapped and claustrophobic, so don’t be obligated to push yourself fowards, ok? Our team will still love how you were brave enough to do this.”

“Like heck we will, GO BIG OR GO HOME NOAH!!!” Heather yelled, getting slapped over the head by Leshawna.

“And… if our team does lose and u go home, I won’t forget you, bestie!!”

That’s right, Noah and Cody were just friends… nothing more, nothing less. It’s stupid of him to get so attached to a straight boy, so why can’t he get him out of his head?? It’s like a broken record, getting scratched over and over again. He was about to cry, but had to hold it in, so if he did cry, he could just blame it on how much it tickled. He can’t get so worked up anyways, once one of them goes home they’ll forget about the other, wether it be by elimination or by wining, no one will remember any one, they’re only there to make money, not friends. And that’s what he needs to focus more on, winning the dough. “Can we start already?”

Chris started the timer, and the boys went to work.

Cody didn’t hesitate on scribbling the life out of Duncan’s socked soles, teasing him about how ticklish they were.

Harold, on the other hand, started off lightly scratching Noah’s stomach, saying things like, “Come on Noah, u know u wanna laugh~” and it embarrasses the hell out of the other.

If it’s one thing Duncan hates, it’s getting tickled. He had older brothers he would tickle, but then they would get their revenge before he could blink. It didn’t help the fact that Duncan was so much more petite than the others. So this, this right here, would be hella embarrassing if he gave up due to a little tickling, but he was so damn ticklish, he doesn’t know how much longer he can go.

Now, Noah hates getting tickled and tickling as well, but if it’s one thing he absolutely hates, is getting tickled in front of the person he likes. His laugh is so annoying and obnoxious… and cute… but Cody don’t want to speak about that. They we’re just friends, it’s not like they loved each other… hahahe. So Noah will take it to his grave that he won’t laugh, that was… until Harold did the unthinkable.

“Come on. LAUGH FOR ME!!” He squeezed both sides of Noah, leaving a few red thumbprints on him.

“NO!!! GAHAHAHAHA!! St-Stahhahahap!!!” Noah had limited room left to squirm, so he tried to do anything that was mentally possible right there to stop the tickling, but nothing seemed to work, considering he was strapped down.

It was Cody’s turn to be fixated on his crush’s friend’s laugh. They way Noah would get all squeaky and loud, it was the best sound ever. Cody himself would think it would be weird to have a liking for someone’s laugh, but he just couldn’t help it, bro’s majestic. He was imagining him with his fingers tormenting Noah, zoning out while his fingers slowly drifted off his target’s feet, giving Duncan enough time to breathe. Until Leshawna broke his trance, “HEY!! JULIET!!! GET TO WORK!!”

He was finally brought back to reality, bringing his attention to the matter at hand. Cody wanted to get this over with, so he tickled the only most ticklish spot he knew, thanks to Courtney. Why did Courtney help him, u ask? She didn’t. Cody was just walking past his cabin, when he heard faint laughter, it was Duncan’s. “COHOHOHOURTNEY!! STAHAHAHAP!!!”

“Hahaha, it’s so funny, because your neck is so sensitive, it’s cute. Not to mention you’re extremely ticklish.”

Yes. They we’re having a tickle fight, and Duncan lost, he always does. Cody made sure to lock this core memory in his brain incase he ever needed this information. And now he does.

He shot his fingers in the crook of his neck, wriggling all ten fingers inside. “NOHOHOH!! STAHAHAP!! CHRIHIHIHIS!! PLEASE”

The timer stopped along with the two lers. Noah was having a hard time breathing, and Duncan was audibly gasping. Chef untied them both, while they slumped to the ground. Cody helped Noah up, while they locked eyes for a solid second, until they turned their heads out of embarrassment.

“I would give u guys another challenge bc it was a tie, but considering Duncan lost way too soon, I’ll give this one to the Screaming Gophers.”

Every one on their team cheered and celebrated, while everyone on the other team looked like they had sticks up their asses. “Oh, We know who we’re gonna vote off,” Courtney scowled.

“It wasn’t my fault, princess, how did he even know to tickle me there?” Courtney’s and Duncan’s arguing grew quieter the father they got from the cameras. Cody gave Noah subtle squeezes to his sides, earning him a few squeaks, Noah pledged that he would only tickle Cody back when they either get together or he gets more comfortable around him. Either way, they are a cute couple.

*

YES!! I’M FINALLY DONE😭

“Hahaha,

Now Noah also hates tickling, but he especially hates getting tickled infront of

[happyandticklish]

8,12,13 for the ask game! No need to do top 3 if thats a lot 😊

@gigglesis

Thanks so much for the ask!

8. What show/series are you watching right now?

Right now, I'm watching through Barry! I've heard a lot of good things about the show, so I finally decided to get around to watching it. So far, it's been not what I expected in the best way possible, and I highly recommend it if you're into comedy, acting, and assassins ~

12. Name 3 fictional lees you'd love to wreck

Dude, so many, omg,,,, My top three rn would probably be Mark from Severance (he needs it), Izzy Hands once more, and Agent Green. My faves rotate out a lot, so these are the three that are currently dominating my mind lol

13. Name 3 fictional lers you'd love to get wrecked by

Connor(DBH), Damien (TBS), and Jim Jimenez (OFMD) right now. Connor and Damien I've ranted about before in this regard, but I've been watching through the new OFMD season, and Jim has recaptured interest in an insane way as a result. They're just so confident and teasy man, what else am I supposed to think about?

[bigdumbtickler03]

Got bored so I drew Izzy Hands getting tickled silly by Ed and Stede 👉👈

little bastard deserves a good belly tickling~

(I’m so proud of how this came out 😳)

[knowlesian]

having hit two notes (izzy’s and stede’s, twice over) in this fucked up three part finale harmony: it seems only fair to close it out and finally get to do the one that hits me in the face and says ‘you are going to cry about this until the day you die. now say thank you’.

ed’s turn at the pain wheel.

so: it’s been a tough week for him. a real fuckin’ tough week. ed offered more than his heart to stede— he offered himself. he told stede the truth, again and again. he gave things up. he was willing to fold socks and lick the king’s boots; he was ready to run away to china and kill the men they used to be, to be new people together. 

these were things he was ready to give up, and he very much wanted that life together: but the way they were about to obtain it would have ruined it for them both in the end.

i’d like to think, down in the part of ed’s soul that understands it is fucking imperative he keep an eye on all the exits in dangerous situations and had to build up an immunity to this sort of thing, he knows poison fruit from a poison tree when he sees it. that’s why he turns melancholy, not angry; he lost the thing he wanted most, but that life wouldn’t have lasted.

half-truths you build out of half-lies start to taste sour, once you get down to the rind. ed of all people knows that.

so he’s sad. he’s ready to listen to taylor swift alone in his blanket fort and cry, until lucius introduces him to the healthier version of what ed proposed to stede on the beach: what if, every single time we take a breath, the version of us that lived before that breath is gone?

what if that isn’t just dying? what if it’s... finding our way into this newest, complicated self, and living again?

and, in ways that break my heart, in ways olu and jim would understand and in some ways, their reunion echoes: ed hears every fucking word. they understand each other; lucius cries for his pain, and ed glimpses a pathway out.

twigs and all.

he sings his sad little breakup ballad on the deck this time, in full view of the family he’s trying to guide in stede’s absence; it’s so real it kind of makes me cringe, but in the way where i want to shield him from view because i too have been trained that when you are open like that they hurt you.

watching ed sing his song makes me feel the way i feel when i can’t deal with my shit enough that i lose it and cry in public, and i mean that as a compliment. you’re not supposed to do that outside your bedroom or the shower in a pinch. we can only get that open where people can’t see us, my training says.

my heart is happy for ed, my instincts say: look out, baby, they are going to hurt you.

which is why i both hate and entirely understand what one mister izzy big ol’ motherfucking duffel bag of shit hands does next.

he looks at edward, the man he’s built his self-image and career around, considers losing it all in one go, and thinks: look out, baby, they are going to hurt you.

(is the you in that sentence izzy, or is it ed? 

yes.)

and then. ohhhh, and then.

izzy decides, why the fuck not. one more hold his beer moment for the road. and then this dumb motherfucker goes nuke-ya-ler, dubya style.

ed has no idea it’s coming. izzy was clearly not thrilled by his performance: but hey, he’s perfectly aware izzy spends a lot of time being not exactly thrilled with shit ed does. still. ed saved him from from meeting the devil at the bottom of the deep blue sea for a reason.

for better, but mostly for worse: izzy’s been there. izzy has been his sad, violent version of loyal, and when you do the emotional math as edward shows he is capable of, again and again he knows: in izzy’s mind, he licked the king’s boots for ed. can’t you see? i did it for you, edward. i did it for us, and if you want me to stay with you by fucking god you’re going to have to stay down here with me, fucking silent and fucking violent until we fucking die, hand in unlovable hand, is the desperate sad ballad izzy’s singing here. and edward can’t be edward but only in private with izzy if he’s edward in public, too.

fear, turned outward through anger and devastating words and made a weapon. jealousy, trauma, pain, all melted and formed into a shield that grows into a wall and becomes a weapon all its own: what do we mean, when we say violence?

because what comes next sure feels like violence to me.

ed’s trying to clean up: he’s talking to izzy like they’re still the unit they were before stede rolled up, but in a way that incorporates the more authentic man he’s trying to feel his way into being. 

this is what fucks me up most on a long list of things that fuck me up about these two, if i’m honest. izzy makes me think in ways that are uncomfortable and very valuable about certain parts of myself i am less fond of; and as a fictional exercise in ‘why are we all so grubby and weird and why do we ruin our own lives sometimes????’ case studies, he is Peak. for a million reasons, he makes me sad.

but what ed shows here is a flickering attempt to build himself up into the sort of hearthfire olu gives jim. (and why i think olu and jim and ed and izzy carry a lot of sad/dark mirror narrative beats together.)

come with me, iz, the subtext here says. can’t believe we were living like this.

if i can save you i can save me, if i can save me i can save you: we don’t have to do this, you know that right? stede didn’t want me; stede left. he didn’t want to be new people with me.

i’m so fucking sick of just surviving. i want to have space to be new people, ed keeps begging everyone around him. lucius heard what he meant, and gave him the words for it. now he’s offering to share with izzy the kindest, most beautiful gift ed’s ever been given; even more beautiful than stede’s finery, or his unsure confession of happiness and desire, because ed thinks it was a lie.

all that happened, and ed still has the courage— the generosity, the need to not be alone, the fear and the altruism all wrapped up in one very beautiful and very complicated man— to clean up the evidence of his grief bender and say to izzy, a lot of shit has gone down lately, but why not. let’s do this whole new people thing together. 

he’s sad; he’s healing. he’s still off-kilter.

and here comes the push.

I should have let the English kill you. This... whatever it is that you’ve become... is a fate worse than death. 

the way ed’s face falls as he hears the man he’s lived alongside for years say he wishes ed wasn’t alive; he draws in this little breath and it’s almost like he can’t quite process izzy’s actually said the horrific thing he just heard. it stabs me in the heart, every single time.

because here's the thing; there are a million killers. there are a million sailors and a million first mates and a million cranky lil boat guys who want to serve under a legend.

i’m sure a lot of them would have been the kind of yes-men who would have also hated stede, and hated this change; they would have dealt with it and shut the fuck up, or left, or done a million things but do izzy’s sad and gross version of fighting like hell to keep his subtextual man.

i think it’s that sad and gross fight that spells out the answer to the obvious: so why keep him? question.

because they saw something in each other. and because emotionally, ed got something he needed from izzy; and emotionally, izzy got something he needed from ed. people will do horrible, painful things to get what they need, if they think that’s their only way of getting it.

for years they did those kind of things to themselves, and to each other.

ed kept izzy around for all this time, his purse dog-slash-middle manager from hell sidekick, and now he would like to keep him around in this new world. for better; again, mostly for worse, they kept each other safe at the same time they kept each other in pain.

and izzy just said: i wish you were dead. i wish i hadn’t done it. my years of loyalty and my recent betrayals, the ones you understand i considered both unsavory duties to my captain and sacrifices made for the man my captain becomes, but if and only if he is alone with me; i will take all of it back if you keep trying to be new fuckin people, edward, izzy is telling him. if you won’t stagnate here with me, be my monster and my subtext boyfriend, you can go ahead and just die. these are your options if you want to keep me in your life.

(and what kind of life could you have, without me in it?)

ed thinks stede could only want him when he’s a gentleman like stede is a gentleman— like he was a gentleman, before he entered and exited the underworld of his original flavor toxic masculinity, entirely unknown to ed— and now he knows: unless izzy ever figures his shit out, he will only want ed when he’s a monster.

and then, quiet part horrifyingly loud: izzy says what whatever he is now? this beautiful complicated man with his soft underbelly and heart on display at once, finally, who is taking such extreme emotional risks despite very recent disappointment? who is braver right now, breathing deep in the face of izzy’s fury, trying to keep it together and stay open, than he has ever been in his entire life?

(because make no mistake: ed has had to be very, very brave, for his entire life.)

better ed be dead than be... this. “whatever it is”, the writers choose to have izzy say, and throw in vague tones of dehumanization via ‘it’ as well as the way they have izzy refer to ed in terms that imply he holds dominion over ed’s life and death. (which sets up their later use of ‘boyfriend’ even better.)

not i wish they had; not they should have. i should have let them.

these writers are precise and very, very mean.

so ed pulls back, trying to salvage some of his power and assert who he is while dealing with that fucking... load of soul-crushing pain, all without losing sight of the path lucius revealed to him.

Well... I am still Blackbeard, so...

No! This... this is Blackbeard. 

they give this moment time to breathe in a way that kills me. izzy shoves the cartoon in ed’s face; ed stares at it. stares at the monster the world wants him to be; the monster izzy says is all he could ever be.

and i think maybe, deep down in his heart, ed thinks: the monster that stede might have actually wanted, more than the failed attempt at pretending ed could be a gentleman. izzy wants the monster, the world wants the monster. stede left, after seeing the monster’s a man, too; maybe that’s why.

maybe this is all they will ever want. all anyone will ever want.

the man he was falling in love with, and thought might be around forever left him; the man who has proved he will stick around forever, even when ed tells him not to, has just said he wishes ed would die if he won’t be what izzy wants. he’s found izzy’s limit, after years and years of spiraling into greater depths of toxic pirate bullshit together.

the limit: ed. being a full fucking person. ed, doing things he wants to do instead of things other people want him to do, because they want him to do it.

‘what have they done to your face’; ‘i should have let the english kill you’. 

‘this is blackbeard.’ ‘a bloodthirsty killer, born of the devil.’ 

even in the dialogue, even when they don’t know they’re doing it, even when he doesn’t know they're doing it: people keeping this shit to ed. he is so, so tired of people doing this shit to him.

which leads neatly into:

Not some namby-pamby in a silk gown, pining for his boyfriend.

in the same way stede can’t know why ‘from the devil’ would cut so deep, i doubt izzy knows why what he’s just said is such a specific cut. the general surge: yeah, he knows. he’s trying to provoke ed; you provoke people by being provocative.

but silk. a silk gown, this sad and mean and in desperate need of therapy and like... so, so many more punches to the nose in this moment man said.

izzy thinks he is communicating, in so many words: edward. you're being weak. shape the fuck up and get with it again. it’s like a very smart sock once said: this is how the world works. those who do not hurt others get hurt by others, and i have chosen my motherfucking side of the knife here. have you forgotten how this dance goes?

ed is taking all that in, and on top of it seeing a red silk handkerchief and a mother who loved him as well as she could, but only in the ways she’d been taught; and she had been taught in so many ways that to yearn for more than your lot is to set yourself up for heartbreak. you reach: you fall.

and when you fall, it will be because god wanted you punished for the sin of thinking you could ever deserve more. whenever you hurt, whenever you suffer, whenever you have no family or food or shelter, not even an emotional place you can feel safe and call home: that’s where god finds his home, ed’s mother was taught. that’s where god finds his joy. your joy comes at the end of a life of silent, willing service to those god loves best. 

god is not there, not when you are joyful; not when you are not serving them.

they own everything; why shouldn’t they own god, too? how kind they are, to share these scraps with us and teach us to call them the road to glory.

these are the things ed’s mother was taught; these are the things she taught him.

what do we mean when we say violence? the generational trauma forced christianity wrought centuries ago is still hurting us today. still keeping us trapped in these horrible, binary cycles.

one above; one below. how can god we own love us more, if he doesn’t love you less? that’s the secret at the heart of why the world needed ed’s mother to hold her child close, and try to convince him not to look violence in the face and call it what it fucking is.

and so ed explodes. hand around izzy’s throat, calling izzy the dog izzy implied ed might as well be, by saying he should have essentially allowed the english to put him down; and worse, izzy enjoys it. ‘there he is’, izzy says. breathless: worshipful. touch tender as his words weren't, one hand coming up to cup ed’s cheek; this is how we love, izzy thinks. i hurt you until you hurt me back, and once we slice each other to ribbons we can use the wounds as an excuse to touch each other gently and say it’s because we have to, not because we want to.

we could never want to. if we wanted to, what would that say about us?

this is not ed’s world; this is not ed’s love. not his tenderness. he’s used violence as a tool and been horrified by it. he’s been scarred by it in more ways than one. then he’s enjoyed it, sometimes, or at least acknowledged its helpful byproducts in his life.

it’s never his instinct. in one of the ways he makes up a narrative pair with olu, ed’s about community.

ed will hurt people; still, ed doesn’t want to hurt people. it’s a fine line, but like ed’s own distinction in canon it’s an important one.

so he shoves izzy away, disgusted with everything going on right now. his life is hell; lucius promised him it could be better. that ed could be different. stede lied; maybe his playthings do nothing but lie, too. stede took a while to reveal himself, didn’t he? that felt so good at first, didn’t it? he thought he was safe then. thought he finally wasn’t alone.

and now here he is: alone again, anyway.

alone with izzy! who is fucking elated. this man is nearly crying with joy, he is staring at ed’s mouth, he is like... way, way, way too fucking horny on main. this is it: he can taste forgiveness resting heavy on the back of his tongue, even now. ed needs a little more pushing before he’ll do it right and let izzy breathe easy, but that’s fine. the end’s in sight, gory gory what a hell of a way to die. just a little bit more now, and they can forget it all happened and go back to the way it all was before. hell, it can be even better! because it can be even sadder, now, and a whole lot worse.

so izzy pushes ed again. blackbeard’s his captain, it’s blackbeard he serves. edward, on the other hand? edward better prove he’s worthy of being a man again when they’re alone, or izzy is going to keep this shit up until he does.

izzy thinks they’re connecting; izzy thinks this is how they keep each other safe. this is how they love each other. 

ed looks at a man who loves him, but doesn’t see him. izzy’s love is conditional as god’s ever was; if ed wants to keep it, there are going to be rules he has to follow and boundaries he has to stay inside. 

there has to be one above, and one below.

suddenly, the things ed thought he might have been wrong about start to settle back in. 

when izzy leaves it there and stomp stomp stomps off in his little booties, unaware he is enjoying his last day on earth still in possession of all his toes, this battle is still only sort of won. because ed might have pulled it back here! maybe! if by the magic of things happen when we want them to, fuck you, ofmd definition of time, stede arrived then and confessed everything, maybe that would help. maybe lucius could have walked in; maybe ed could have had five fucking minutes alone to deal with izzy’s shit and not get immediately thrown into yet another reminder of his trauma.

instead of any of that, the crew calls for a song with a new, even more affectionate nickname. eddie, they call him, and ed does some emotional time travel as he’s thrown back to the party in e5. they pretended to like him, too; they said he could be funny without being a joke, if he was with them.

they were lying; stede fucked them up for him, but stede’s gone now and might have been lying, too.

is this the latest lie? are they making fun of him? is he a fucking joke again? 

izzy just told him he’s better off dead if he keeps trying to be authentic; izzy has done the opposite of laugh at him. and izzy, for all his many... many flaws, has never entirely flat-out lied to ed. gone behind his back! obfuscated and left out key details in service of his own agenda! but izzy just looked him in the face and said the meanest fucking thing you can say— their shit’s aaaaaalllll out there now. so in a way: izzy has been honest and now he’s safe, for some very narrow and horrifying values of both words.

ed understands what izzy wants from him. what does the crew want?

moving through the world on his own, ed has learned he has two options: he can be an unthreatening joke, or he can be a monster. 

ed also knows that when he doesn’t pick fast enough, the people around him will pick for him. 

izzy just said it right out loud. he wants the monster, and being the monster kept ed safe at the same time it hurt him. he knows he can survive that pain. 

what does the crew want? they want eddie to sing them another song. and they might want it because they’re laughing at ed’s stupid song and his stupid pain and his stupid reaching for better. how could ed ever know? how could he trust them? 

that’s the problem. there’s no litmus test for love, and izzy has offered concrete evidence for his sad version of the word. the crew asks ed to take it on faith he’s not the butt of their joke.

the crew calls for him, inviting him to join them topside again and enjoy the stupid, silly, joyful things they can do and be together. this is what hurts the most: we as an audience know they love him more than they ever have, in this moment. they see ed: all they want to do is have some fun, with ed. none of their laughter would hurt. they love him: he could make jokes with them and not be a joke to them.

but stede left ed, and izzy has made it clear he’s out for good if ed doesn’t straighten up and fly right p-d-fucking-q; and you can’t know for sure people are lying when they say they love you, not until it’s too late.

illuminated by the window, ed makes his choice.

all right, then. monster it is. 

monsters don’t need hearts; monsters don’t wear fine things well. and so: overboard goes the red silk, floating off into the stede-less moonlight.

(i want to do something else longer about ed and lucius so i will just paste this in the gap now: the way lucius is confident in his ability to call ed by his name and speak to him like an equal, and the almost deadened look on ed’s face as he allows lucius to twist in the wind, letting the gift lucius gave him die to an down to ember until the mood shifts and ed shoves him over the side all do a lot of painful things to my heart. ouch.

also: lucius is alive, his shoe goes flying and does a ZOOM WHOOSH thing, there’s a whole sound!!!!! he clung to the rope or the side and he is now in the walls eating paper. the end.)

which brings me to: one gun, one knife, and gloves that keep a barrier between ed and everything he touches.

we don’t see ed’s face in full, not once in this scene; we see the whole of the cartoon, but only fragments of the man. his body; his weapons. his cheek, as he draws back on the beard that made him safe. we see his eyes reflected in an implement of violence and of penetration, as ed tells himself: i am the kraken.

not blackbeard, a mantle that in some ways allowed ed to try and bridge the gap between ed the man and ed the monster, but the kraken. 

this is how he heartbreakingly survives everything going to shit at once, naming himself all monster and no man. stede didn’t see enough worth sticking around for in the man; the world keeps demanding the monster.

and izzy. sad, cruel, suffering izzy: izzy wants the monster.

and now, ed’s going to give them all what they want. 

let’s see if they choke on it.

that’s right. let’s do this: the Weird Vore is nigh.

this scene is very jesus-flavored. there are jesus sprinkles atop this horrifying sundae of pain and a crunchy jesus shell coating. this shit is like... thirty one flavors of super gross in the most catholic and subtextually gay way possible.

so obviously, i fucking love it.

izzy is posed on the bed in a way everyone dragged to mass and forced to stare at a bleeding, ripped white dude in an equally white loincloth would find familiar. (izzy’s is black, which is a neat inversion as well as a hilarious nod to the white hat/black hat cowboy movie politics that in some ways helped build our cinematic language on these things.)

his feet are bare, his legs are bare, his chest is bare. he’s almost naked; he’s vulnerable. open.

in polar opposition ed is armored up and closed off. he touches izzy: izzy does not touch him. his hands are going to stay clean under their leather, no matter what he does next.

and what he does next is use some big fuckin’ scissors and make himself a diy first communion starter kit. he’s got body and oh boy does he have blood, and izzy ever so kindly holds his mouth wide fucking open while he screams, a parishioner waiting for the host.

he’s held edward up as his god. now, after all izzy’s years of service and suffering, edward’s going to be his priest, too. and why not? this is what izzy wanted, wasn’t it? 

unfortunately: yeah. stede got what he wanted and was properly horrified to see the rot at the bottom of it all. izzy, on the other hand? after years of waiting at edward’s elbow and watching him cut off other men’s toes, loom up over them and force them to swallow, izzy has played himself some very, very stupid games. 

and worst of all— he is so, so very happy that he is at long last going to receive his very stupid prize.

ed always knows what to say to put izzy off when he won’t quit it and give ed a little breathing room. the trick is telling him what he wants to hear in that moment. i’m not interested in stede, oh no. i’m going to kill him, and then i’m going to prove i don’t care that everybody talks shit about you literally shitting your pants last time you babysat alone. i need you, i hate you, i want you to go, i wish that you’d stay. 

he also knows words aren’t going to cut it, not this time. if he wants izzy to back off enough to let him breathe, he’s going to need to give him more. izzy wants the monster; ed will be nothing but the kraken. 

so who takes izzy’s toe? who makes sure ed doesn’t have to be the kind of alone that doesn’t come complete with a crowded room to be alone in, the monster or the man?

the answer is once again just yes, because on this show it’s almost always both/and, not either/or.

half-truths, half-lies. it’s like arguing about the existence of ghosts or god, determining where the exact ratio sits, like trying to find a way to measure and quantify love so you one hundred percent absolutely no doubts know it’s the kind that won’t crumble and leave you in more pain than before you had anything to lose at all.

ed is edward is blackbeard is the kraken is ed, on and on into forever. 

we are a choir, a mob, a whole fucking world, even when we are all alone. we contain multitudes; i draw a breath, you draw a breath, and the people we were crumble to dust and then linger in the corners, haunting us with their presence and the ways we can’t ever go back to who we were before, not really. no matter how hard we try.

we die and become new people a million times, every day, until we don’t. 

so who exactly is it that rests his hand on izzy’s chest, right over his heart? who clamps the other over his mouth, as gentle as izzy’s notions of love are not? and who feeds those notions to a man who only wants ed when he’s not the entirety of ed, making sure he chews them up good so they don’t get stuck in his throat? who subtextually fucks izzy through the mattress, and who hates himself the whole time because none of this was what he wanted?

all of them, all at once, because it’s all ed or none of it is. like the ghosts of the people we were, the gods we own or love we can be sure isn’t a lie— either it’s all real because you can’t prove it’s not, or it’s all bullshit because you can’t prove it’s not. 

we want things to be simple. we want there to be An Answer, so we don’t have to exist in uncomfortable, ambiguous spaces.

fortunately, ofmd is pretty fucking comfortable in those spaces.

[abihasablog]

Punishment

Tickletober Day Five!

Fandom - Our Flag Means Death

Characters - Ler!Stede, Lee!Ed

SFW

Words - 1485

Maybe provoking Stede hadn’t been his smartest idea. 

“You’re on rather thin ice, young man!” Stede stood at the other end of the dining table, hands on hips and levelling Ed with a familiar look - one that foretold Ed melting into a puddle by night's end. The anticipation of it made Ed giggle. 

“Young man?” He scoffed. “We’re the same age! Y’know, probably!” 

“Is that so? I have plenty of other nicknames if you don’t like that one. Let’s see…” Stede held up his hand and started counting on his fingers, which did not make Ed’s insides flip, not at all. “Rapscallion? Incorrigible trouble maker? Aggravating little brat?”

“Stede,” Ed blushed furiously. That was so not fair, Stede knew what that tone of voice did to him! Two could play at that game. “No need to get so worked up, love… it was just a little bit of jam!”

“In my HAIR!” Stede stomped his foot, pointing at the splodge of strawberry jam that sat firmly on the side of his head. “You are so very lucky my hair was already dirty, or we would be having very strong words right now!”

Of course it wasn’t luck at all. Ed knew Stede washed his hair routinely every four days, lathering it up with goop from a fancy little jar and letting it sit for exactly six minutes before rinsing it out. Ed knew, because he kept him company each time, watching with wide eyes as Stede hummed to himself, waiting patiently for Stede to gesture for him to come over so he could have his hair tended to, as well. 

“As it is, well. Obviously I cannot let this go unpunished.” Stede extended his hand to point directly at Ed’s chest, then crooked a finger at him. “Come here.” 

“Whatcha gonna do, Gentleman Pirate?” Ed tried to sound cocky, but even to his ears he knew he wasn’t selling it. “What sort of punishments do you rich lot have for disobedience?” 

Stede cocked his head with a feral smile that made Ed weak at the knees.

“We submit them to a tickle torture, of course.” 

“Hngh,” was all Ed managed, face flushing a deep pink as he jumped back several paces. 

“What’s the matter, Ed? Scared of a little tickle?” Stede raised his hands and wiggled his fingers menacingly. 

“No!”

“No, you’re not scared? Prove it, come over here and take your punishment like a good boy.” 

“Steeeeede!” 

Oh, this was playing dirty.

“Whatever’s the matter, love?” Stede asked innocently, stalking towards Ed like a jungle cat. 

“Nonono Stede!” Ed squealed and covered his face. “Dohohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“Tickle me!”

“Oh, darling! If you insist!” 

Ed shrieked so loud he was surprised Izzy hadn’t come running. He tripped over his own feet in his haste to flee, catapulting himself face first into the thick fur rug piled high with cushions. This was no amateur fuckery.

Stede was on him in an instant, perching on his arse and grabbing his wrists to pin above his head. 

“Keep those out of the way, there’s a good chap!” He said jovially, and oh, Ed had no plans to move them. His exposed torso gave Stede a bright, shiny canvas to work with and he wasted no time digging in. Ed’s hands, pinned by Stede’s words alone, tangled in the blankets as devious hands worked their way up and down his ribs, playing him like a harpsichord. Ed’s legs kicked out behind him, his feet thumping against a cushion as Stede worked his ticklish magic on his nerves. 

“Stede!” Ed shrieked in laughter, squirming under his partner’s delicious torment. Stede made a noise of acknowledgement above him, changing tactics to trace his fingertips along the backs of his ribs. “Nonononono not there not there not there!” 

“Not here?” Stede hummed, digging his fingers a little more firmly and drawing a stream out loud giggles from his squirmy victim. “Well then where would you like me to tickle you then? I’m open to suggestions.” 

Ed couldn’t reply, too lost in his giggles and feeling giddy from the teasing. 

“Now what about, and this will require some cooperation on your part my darling, I tickle you just up here?” 

Stede walked his fingers up to Ed’s exposed armpits and rested them there. Ed’s instinct was to yank his arms down, throw Stede off and show him what a real pirate tickle torture looked like but… well. He didn’t. What he did do was brace himself and lay completely still, waiting with eager anticipation for Stede to start his attack. 

“There now, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Stede dipped to press a kiss to Ed’s exposed shoulder before digging in ruthlessly, moving back just in time to avoid an unintentional headbutt. Ed shook with laughter, hands balling into fists above him in a desperate attempt to keep still, to keep Stede’s hands on him for as long as possible. Edward Teach was history's greatest tactician for a reason after all. He’d planned this fuckery and it was going swimmingly, so he intended to hold out for as long as he could. 

Except after a few minutes, Stede stopped, and slid away. Ed couldn’t help the whine of disappointment that escaped him as he turned to see what was possibly more important than tickling him to death. He met Stede’s eyes, which were wide for only a second before they narrowed into slits. 

Oops. 

“Edward Teach,” he started, and Ed swallowed thickly. Double fucking oops. “Did you or did you not put jam in my hair on purpose to provoke me into tickling you?” 

“Uhm…” Ed blushed from his toes to his hairline. “Kinda did.” 

“Oh, kinda did, eh?” Stede crossed his arms over his chest and Ed was reminded with startling clarity that this man had two children. “And why did you do that instead of, I don’t know, asking nicely?”

Ed hid his face behind his hands with a whine. “Because I wanted you to be mean!” 

“Did you now?” Stede hummed, and suddenly Ed was being flipped onto his back. He yelped at the sudden movement, but had little time to complain as suddenly Stede was rolling up his sleeves and gripping him by the hips. “I’ll show you mean.” 

Before Ed could take in what was about to happen, Stede’s mouth was on his belly blowing raspberry after raspberry, while the hands that held his hips down kneaded into the soft flesh. Ed exploded, back arching off the blankets and legs kicking furiously as he shrieked, hands tangling in Stede’s hair to… pull him off? Keep him still? It was hard to say. 

“Is this mean enough for you?” Stede’s voice was muffled against his belly and fuck that tickled better than anything he’d ever experienced! Ed wanted to reply that yes, holy shit yes this was exactly what he’d been aiming for when he’d woken up that morning in a state of yearning and had decided a professional fuckery was called for. Unfortunately he was too busy giggling as Stede left little tickly kisses along his waistline, his hands shifting down a little to dig his fingertips into his thighs. 

Ed could only lay back and laugh giddily, hands tangled loosely in Stede’s hair as he worked him over. Every part of his body was alight with giggles and he loved it, being held down by Stede was his favourite place to be in the whole world. But he was reaching his limit, his chest heaving and belly sore from laughter. Of course, Stede could tell too, because he was just so magically perfect. 

“Are you sorry for putting jam in my hair?”

“Yehehehes! Yehehehehes I’m sorry!”

He pulled back, running his palms over Ed’s abdomen to chase away the lingering tickles. 

“Do you feel thoroughly punished?” Stede teased softly. Ed giggled through panting breaths. 

“Yeah. I love it when you get mean,” Ed grinned, and it was Stede’s turn to blush. “Am I forgiven for the jam?” 

“I suppose so…” Stede sighed theatrically. “You did apologise very nicely. And it could have been worse, I’m due to wash my hair tonight anyway-”

Ed’s eyes widened at the same time Stede’s did. For a moment Ed anticipated Stede breaking the ceasefire and going back in for the kill, but instead he grinned and broke out in giggles. 

“Even when provoking me you’re considerate!” Stede dipped his head to steal a kiss, which Ed reciprocated with a happy sound. 

“Does this earn me a reward, then?” He wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. 

“Alright, alright. Come lay over my lap and you can have some gentle back tickles, if you’d like?” Stede gave a soft smile that had Ed’s heart jump to his throat. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he said, lurching up for another kiss. Stede chuckled against his lips. 

“I love you too, my dearest darling.” 

[tickletastic]

I just read Little Fires and I loved it! Do you have any headcanons?

yes yes yes, for sure!

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Trip

- honestly Trip is so pure, we love a king who respects women

- I think he’s surprisingly ticklish

- his worst spot is hit feet

- he’s a fighter, but his siblings don’t find it too tough to get him down

- tickled the most by Lexie and Moody

- he’s super ticklish pretty much everywhere, but he can hide it for the most part

- so so giggly

- Trip is literally just a golden retriever

- when it comes to revenge, he likes to leave his siblings in anticipation, and he likes to be inventive with how he makes them suffer

- he’ll walk behind Moody before class and taser him at his locker, or tell Lexie that she needs to watch her back

- as a ler he’s super fast, his siblings have no chance of catching his hands

- he tries to hide his ticklishness from Pearl but lexie starts tickling him during the Jerry Springer Show and he loses it

- Pearl thinks it’s adorable

Lexie

- she’s super ticklish, but she’s a million times better than Trip at hiding it

- If she can see or sense it coming, she can stifle her laughter until her attacker stops

- her worst spot is her ribs, she will literally scream if she’s tickled there

- as the oldest sibling, she’s not tickled as much as Moody, Trip, and Izzy

- she’s such an evil ler, she always knows exactly what she’s doing but she’ll act like she doesn’t know why her victim’s laughing

- tickles her siblings ALL the time, she is constantly poking them and making them squirm, Trip might plot revenge on her but Moody and Izzy rarely do

Izzy

- slightly less ticklish than the rest of the Richardson children, but only slightly

- she laughs super loudly, almost like a cackle, but she’s unashamed of her laugh

- Absolute master at hiding her ticklishness, she can make her face completely stone-cold when she’s ticked

- when she doesn’t want to hide, she is loud and she doesn’t fight it

- her worst spot is her neck

- not tickled by her siblings a ton, she’s probably third most tickled after Moody and Trip

- Totally ruthless as a ler, she is giving no build-up at all, she only goes for the spots on her siblings that are their worst

- tickles Moody the most

- she knows exactly which spots on her siblings will make them scream and beg for her to stop

- she likes to hear them beg knowing that she has all the power in the situation

Moody

- Absolutely the most ticklish Richardson and he absolutely can not hide it from anybody

- even the softest touch can make this boy jump

- absolutely adorable when he’s being tickled

- so so giggly

- he tries to catch the hands of his attacker but he’ll just hold their wrists while they tickle him, sometimes he tries to pull away but he’s too weak for that

- he’s terribly ticklish everywhere, but his worst spot is his tummy

- he screams and begs and snorts but he rarely gets mercy from his siblings

- has the cutest reactions to tickling

- can’t be touched by anyone without giggling or gasping

- can not handle teasing in the slightest

- he’s not really mean as a ler because he fears the retaliation

- he can be a little merciless when it comes to Izzy, and every once in a while he’ll be ruthless with Trip, but he only really tickles Lexie if someone else is tickling her, because the thought of her revenge strikes fear in his bones

Pearl

- she’s not super ticklish, but some spots can get giggling from her

- her hips are her worst spot, her ears are pretty bad too

- when she’s tickled she always tries to flip the situation around and tickle the other person to catch them off-guard

- despite being an only child, her tickling techniques have a very distinct eldest child feeling

- she is soft when she tickles, but she is so teasy

- she’s good at reading reactions and finding out which spots are the worst on her friends and boyfriend

[most-hated-blorbo-bracket]

Update on how many unique characters you’ve received?

As usual, super long list, so here we go!

These characters have two+ (2+) submissions, and are likely to be included.

Vriska Serkat

Eridan Ampora

Shiver

Kokichi Ouma

Haiji Towa

Minoru Mineta

Simon

Boston

Bill Cipher

John Gaius

Regal Farseer

Ayin

Kylo Ren

Mal

Jurgen Leitner

Merlin

Darkstalker

Kyubey 

Ty Betteridge

Sasuke Uchiha

Dazai Osamu

Glenn Quagmire

Rose Quartz

Makima

c!Dream

Izzy Hands

Akio Ohtori

Katsuki Bakugo

Bramblestar

Michael

Don Quixote Doflamingo

Elias Bouchard/Jonah Magnus

Ansem the Wise

Kusaka Masato

Azula 

The Metatron

Evan Hansen

Stella Goetia

Pierce Hawthorne

Le’garde

Lance Dubois

Santa Claus

Meenah Peixes / Her Imperious Condescension 

Greg Heffley

Tony Stark

Donald Trump

Jace Herondale / Wayland / Lightwood / Morgenstern

Teddy / Kuma

Mr. Bungee

Julia Mazzone

Sentinel Prime

William Afton

Cullen Rutherford

Shou Tucker

Junko Enoshima

Ardyn Izunia

Sosuke Aizen

Happosai 

Simon Laurent

Caillou 

Ōchi Fukuchi

Jin Guanyao

Micah Bell

Cici

These characters have been submitted only once, and have a lower chance of being accepted.

Michael Scott

Detective Saracusa

Paul Von Oberstein

JJ

Box

Damian Wayne

Cersei Iannister

Shredder

Splinter

John ‘Jack’ Seward

Akane 

Abyss Sibling

House

Nickel

Julie-Sue

Tim Drake

Xisuma

Dr. John ‘Jack’ Seward

Hisoka 

Gra’ha Tia

Elias Ainsworth

Trishna 

Erlina and Brugaves

Five Pebbles

The Entirety Of Homestuck

Willy Stampler

Miguel O’Hara

Medusa Gorgon

Gamzee Makara

Rohan Kishibe

Teruhashi Makoto

Gordon Blackwall

Rebecca Costwolds

Dio 

Anakin Skywalker

Sigma Kilm

Caesar Clown

Shiki Tohno/Nanaya

Mori Ougai

Asuka 

Marlon

Pencil

Touichiro Suzuki

Alexander Hamilton

Georg Weissmann 

Dean Winchester

The Operator

Kromer

Scrappy Doo

Foreman Oyun

The Eleventh Doctor

Any Character From Welcome to Nightvale

Will Shuester

Marie

Silver Spoon

Jayne Cobb

Byakuya Togami

Prince Louis 

Coco

Princess Daisy

Light Yagami

The Pale King

Yoshiharu Hisomu

Himiko Toga

Sebastian Mechaelias

Mystery Hunter (Jeremiah Hartley)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Clara Oswald

Ranpo Edogawa (Beast)

Heath cliff

Inspector Tobias Greyson

Roland

Huey Emmerich

Tom Wambsgans

Yuri Briar

Jacopo Bearzatti

Quiche

Alastor

Meredith Rodney McKay

Every Single Country In 1993

Cicero

Val Velocity

Jiren 

Noor Pradesh

Blackbeard 

Kristoph Gavin

Morris 

Dan Moroboshi

Muu Kusunoki

Julia

Shen Jiu

April O’Neil (2012)

Johnny

Adam

Ronaldo

Makoto Itou

Ianthe Tridentarius

Disembodied Voice

Viren

Spamton

George Wickham

Floch

The New Ninja

Sakazuki Akainu 

Petyr Baelish / Littlefinger

Childe 

Wen Chao

Stormcaller

Chibiusa

Ashfur 

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd 

James T. Kirk

Billy

Mikan Tsumuki

Teruteru

Orochi

Millions Knives

The Mage

Lotor

Otto Apocalypse 

Sanji

Woodes Rogers

Zeke Jaeger

Dean Venture

Absalom 

Aloise Trancey

Cynte

Akito Sohma

Pierre

Monokubs (Except Monodam)

Edelgard 

Chrollo Lucifer

Chloe Bourgeois 

Zhou Zishu

Wanderer/Scaramouche 

Elon Musk

Il Dottore

Goeffry St. John

Nikola Tesla

Louie

Ogai Mori

Astarion 

Mary Keay

Dr. Henry Miller

Booker

Voice In The Calm Ad On Spotify

Akechi Goro

Victor Frankenstein

Five

Riley Finn

Anyone From The Locked Tomb

Elias Ainsworth

Nefera DeNile

Angel Dust

Blitzo Buckzo

The Once-Ler

Moash

Zenos Galvus

Marvin Falsettos

Solf J. Kimblee 

Father / Dwarf In The Glass

Henry the Eighth 

Aranea Serkat

Bro-Strider

Caliborn / Lord English

Feferi Peixes

Skizzleman

Black Pete

Narumi 

Cozy Glow

Holly Blue Agate

Every Genshin Impact Character Ever

Drew

Dio (Zero Escape)

Matou Shinji

Chris McClain

Thistleclaw 

Rumpelstiltskin

Ruruka Ando

Sheldon Cooper

Buck Cluck

Valens Van Varro

Verstael Besithia

Kevin

France (Hetalia)

Tumblr Staff

Slayer 

Volgin 

Yumichika Ayasegawa

Roshi 

Chibiusa

Akio Himemiya

Ali Lectric

Rafe Cameron

Raven Queen

Duke

Sandy

Everyone In Romeo And Juliet

Bella Swan

Haiji Senri

Tsumugi Aoba

Vivienne Medranno’s Impsona

Buzz McCallister 

Eugene Coli

Live Action Buggy

Aizen Sosuke

Kyouichi Saionji

Ibara Saegusa

Yu Ziyuan

Mahiru Koizumi

The Little Palace Mistress

Eichi Tenshouin

The Old Palace Master

Rafal 

Jonah Magnus

Queen Scarlet

Nanami Kiryuu 

Hiyoko Saionji

God

Roger

Judo

Ken

Steven Universe

JD