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[dannystheone]

Sacrificing Mysterion (Lee Mysterion/ Ler Goth Kids)

Guys this idea took over my brain all of a sudden so now you have to deal with it

I was watching the Cthulu episode with the Goth kids in the alley with Mysterion and I was like how have I not had this idea before-

but anyway :))

I hope you guys enjoy! Take this as kind of a Halloween fic as well while I get a real Halloween fic prepared

WARNINGS: Cursing, smoking, talks of death, talks of torture, talks of sacrifice/acts of sacrifice, chanting, pinning

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

The Goth Kids are on a mission to sacrifice Mysterion to Cthulu, as they are now Cthulu's minions. But they can't kill him, so what else can they do?

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A lit cigarette was the only illumination in the darkly themed bedroom, smoke unfurling from its smoldering tip. Micheal brought the cigarette to his lips and took a hit, sighing afterward and shaking his curls in irritation. After the failed assassination attempt on Mysterion in the alleyway with the other cultists, the Goth Kids were in a creative rut on how to serve their new master.

They agreed collectively that the only reason why the world still sucked even when Cthulu was on a rampage killing all the hippies and conformists was because Mysterion didn't stay dead as their sacrifice. Now, back in Henrietta's bedroom, the group racked their brains on sacrificing him once more and ensuring it worked this time.

"Maybe he's too much of a brainwashed wannabe to be a proper sacrifice. I mean his brains gotta be mush from all the trashy pop they listen to on the radio. A proper sacrifice has to have some sort of brain, right? It would make sense." Micheal thought out loud as he brought his cigarette away from his lips. Pete shook his head, his hair swaying away from his face.

"Nah, even if you're a carbon copy straight out of Mattel with all the other Barbie's and Ken's in the world, you should stay dead when you're stabbed in the chest. Maybe he got lucky and the cultist missed his heart or something. Unless the conformists really are just made up of plastics and Botox now. Maybe there wasn't a heart to stab." Pete suggested. Henrietta pulled her cigarette away from her lips, sighing out the smoke in her chest as she flipped through the Necronomicon.

"God, there's nothing in here about a proper human sacrifice. This book is fucking useless." Henrietta shut the book with a thump and pushed it to the side with her foot, her hair especially wild with being so frazzled. She was excited about a new dark beginning this world being served by Cthulu could bring, but everything was still frustratingly the same.

"Nothing on Reddit or Wikipedia? That's where you usually go." Firkle asked. He was also looking forward to a new beginning, wondering how things would be where no one would make fun of him for anything anymore.

Henrietta shook her head. "No, there's nothing. I'm starting to think Cthulu doesn't even want a sacrifice. You would think if he did he'd give us some fucking instructions."

"It feels like whatever God you wanna listen to, they're always vague and non-committal. Maybe it's something we're too mortal to not understand." Pete said aloud. The others were inclined to agree.

"If I weren't so pissed off right now, I'd say that's goth as fuck, Pete." Henrietta commented, trying to make some sense of her hair with one hand.

"Maybe if we tire Mysterion out first and then try to kill him? I don't know, maybe he has regenerative powers." Firkle suggested. Micheal rubbed his eyebrow as a headache was starting to form in that spot.

"Firkle, he's not an actual superhero. He's just a stupid backwoods poser wearing a costume with his boxers on the outside of his pants. I'm surprised it's a clean pair and it doesn't have a skidmark on it-"

"How do I fight him."

A deep voice spoke from behind the group. The Goth Kids turned around in sync to see Mysterion knelt in Henrietta's open bedroom window. It was a rainy night tonight, lightning cracking and illuminating the room for a brief moment.

Micheal raised an eyebrow at Mysterion despite his cool entrance.

"Oh joy, it's underwear boy again. Get out of here poser, you ruined our chances at finally getting true darkness and true pain in this world. Instead we're still living in this gay conformist fantasyland." Micheal waved Mysterion away as the anti-hero landed in Henrietta's bedroom and tossed his cape to the side.

"Tell me how to defeat him. Now. That God of yours stole my friends away. They're in real danger because of you. Tell me, now. There's no time to waste." Mysterion demanded. The Goth Kids all exchanged glances with one another, silently considering it. Slowly, small grins of agreeance bloomed on their faces as they understood a silent plan.

Henrietta stood up from her spot on the floor, tapping her cigarette in the ashtray. She walked up to Mysterion and put a hand on her hip.

"Alright dork, listen. We'll tell you how to defeat Cthulu. And you can believe us because we have this-" Henrietta walked over to the Necronomicon and kicked the book onto its front so the cover showed its title. Mysterion's eyes followed and understood. "All you have to do is be a sacrifice for us to Cthulu. And you can defeat him afterward." Henrietta explained. Mysterion's eyes narrowed behind his mask at that.

"How can you want me to be a sacrifice to someone I'm trying to take down? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose? And I can't die, that's why I'm alive from the alleyway when you assholes stuck that knife in my chest. Doesn't seem like worthy sacrifice material to me." Mysterion said gruffly. Firkle smiled confidently at that. Micheal stood up now next to Henrietta, the rest of the Goth Kids following suit.

"Cthulu is the source of all subconscious anxiety for all of mankind. You don't necessarily have to die, we just need your feelings of anxiety to be sacrificed in the name of the Old One. Besides, if this sacrifice doesn't work again by the time you're going and trying to save your friends, then we'll know it's a crock. Either way, we both get what we want. We get confirmation, and possibly the result we want, and you get an answer." Micheal explained. Henrietta looked at Micheal inquisitively.

"How did you know all of that?" She asked. Micheal shrugged.

"I did some reading too. Apparently Wikipedia did have what we were looking for." He replied.

Mysterion's fists locked tightly. Every second ticked closer and closer to his friends possibly meeting a horrible fate down in the city of R'lyeh where he had last left them. He had no time to waste, and if he weren't so outnumbered he would have just stolen the book for the answers. He had to comply this time. Mysterion closed his eyes and took a breath, centering himself.

"Okay, I'll do it. Tell me what I have to do."

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After some deliberating about how to extract Mysterion's feelings of anxiety without getting blood on the carpet and making Henrietta's parents upset, the Goth Kids had Mysterion set up on Henrietta's sacrificial carpet. A five-pointed star was imprinted on the material. Candles were lit and music with ominous tones set the mood.

Mysterion was laid out with each Goth Kid sitting on a respective limb, Pete and Firkle taking his legs and Micheal and Henrietta taking his arms. It didn't look very ceremonial with them sitting on him like this, but Mysterion's heart was already beating in this setup despite the fact. He tried to keep a level head.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." Pete chanted the sacred text from the Necronomicon. Mysterion looked from side to side, getting more and more tense about this.

"What does that mean? What you're saying." Mysterion craned his neck up and asked when Pete was done. Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes and set the book down.

"'In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.' It basically means that even though he's trapped in R'lyeh, he will eventually return. Which he has. Let's just hope this sacrifice works so we can make his return worth it." Pete said with an annoyed tone.

"Can you just make it quick? My friends are waiting for me in another dimension with only me to save them." Mysterion said heroically. The Goth Kids collectively rolled their eyes at that.

"Yeah sure Captain Mysteri-Suck, we'll speed this up for you." Pete groaned as he settled into position on Mysterion's leg and prepped his fingers.

Mysterion tugged each limb, not liking how secure he was in this position. But he supposed that was the entire point. To be anxious and uncomfortable. He had some give with the limb Firkle was sitting on because of how light he was, but that was made up for by the rest of the group on him. He just hoped his hands and feet wouldn't be numb by the end of this.

"So, what will you do? Stab me again? Carve sigils into me?" Mysterion asked. Micheal blew out the smoke in his chest with a huff.

"Pfft- No, genius. What do you think we're fucking sadists? We're just gonna do this-" Henrietta and Micheal put down their cigarettes and immediately dove right in. Fingers started scribbling and wiggling into Mysterion's open ribs and armpits, their fingers sliding over his costume easily.

Mysterion being taken by surprise by this tactic was an understatement. His eyes widened, surprised laughter escaping his chest at his regular pitched voice before it took everything in him to pitch his laughter down to Mysterion's tone of voice.

"Hahahaha! Wh-whahat thehe fuhuhuck?! St-Stohohop!" The anti-hero's eyes squinted behind his mask in his laughter as Henrietta winced at the sound. Her black acrylics scratched and raked against Mysterion's ribs, a method that seemed to already be driving him up the wall.

"Euch- I think I would have rather carved sigils into myself than hear your childlike laughter barf into my ears. It's like I'm in a live studio audience for the Disney Channel. Spare me." Henrietta rolled her eyes at Mysterion's laughter and kept up her unenthused tickling.

Mysterion pulled at his limbs as a reflex, his arms and legs jerking and tensing in an attempt to free himself. Micheal's long artist fingers spidered down to Mysterion's side and started squishing there, causing the anti-hero to jump and belt out his laughter.

"G-Gehehet ohohohoff! Gehehet ohohohoff nohohohoo!! Dohohohon't dohohoho thihihis!!" Mysterion was finding it extremely challenging to keep his voice pitched to Mysterion's deep tone of voice, especially since his laughter was very much forced and spontaneous.

"Oh wow, should we listen to the sacrifice and actually stop you guys? What do you think? Do you want to help your friends or not, buttmunch?" Micheal groaned and used all five fingers in Mysterion's side to claw it, causing a squeal out of the tough hero that definitely was not Mysterion-pitched.

"I mean, it sounds like you did your friends a favor. They're down in R'lyeh, the Nightmare Corpse-City. They're so stupid lucky. I'd give anything to trade places with them." Pete said aloud. He decided it was his turn to get into the mix, but he hated that he had Mysterion's leg to work with. He decided to just start squishing around Mysterion's knee, which worked tremendously in his favor anyway. Mysterion already started kicking and pulling away from him.

"NOHO-hohoho!! I hahahave tohohoho sahahahave thehehem!! Buhuhuhut thihihihis fuhuhuhucking suhuhuhucks!!" Mysterion shouted, battling his own voice for control on pitching his tone back down to its deep register. He twisted and bucked his hips, trying to get free by any means, even for just a second.

"Well yeah, you didn't think subconscious anxiety was going to come easily, did you? I swear, brainwashed jocks never use their heads. It's why they're all braindead mindless sheep." Henrietta mused. Her fingers made their way into Mysterion's armpit, her acrylics sliding back and forth in the hollow which was killer.

"Stahahahap!! Dohohon't gohohohoho in thehehere!! Gehehet ahahaha-ohohout!" Mysterion pleaded with Henrietta, which was exactly why she kept her fingers exactly where they were and kept scratching in his armpit.

"You can't possibly believe that you're the victim here. We have to listen to your incessant boyish laughter that's making my eardrums puke blood while we put our hands on you with your underwear outside of your pants. If anything, we're the ones making the sacrifice." Micheal commented, his right hand staying at Mysterion's side scratching and his other hand reaching to his stomach and spidering all over it. Mysterion bucked his hips at this and threw his head back in laughter.

"Ahahahaha!! Plehehehease plehehehease!! Ahahahat leheheheast mahahake ihihihit eheheheasier!! Thihihihis ihihihihis ahahahahass!!" Mysterion begged, not liking to have to stoop so low as to plead with the people torturing him, but he had no other choice. Being killed hundreds of different times in hundreds of different ways, he's done that. But this was something else entirely.

"Your laughing makes me want to barf." Firkle said simply, his small fingers crawling underneath Mysterion's knee and scribbling in the hollow. Mysterion squealed and started pulling on that leg in particular.

"I don't get you dime-a-dozen conformist losers. You beg us for our help and then we give to you and then you ask us to stop? Typical Normies. Real life takes real sacrifice. Not your bleached blonde fake spray tan Hollywood prop fake fantasy world you live in." Henrietta used acrylic-covered nails to scribble and scratch over all the surface area she could reach on her side, from Mysterion's armpit to the middle of his stomach.

Mysterion started belting out laughter; his previous attempts at trying to pitch down his laughs were tossed out the window. His laugh came across high and clear like a bell chime, filling the room with its presence. Mysterion bucked his hips in an attempt to get the prying fingers off, in his armpits all the way down to his knees and everything in between. This had to be the strangest thing he's ever done for his friends. Hell, the strangest thing he's ever done period.

"Nohohoho nohoho I'm sahahaha-!! I'm sohohorry!! I-hehehehee!! I dihihihidn't mehehehean ihihihit lihihihihike thahahat!!" Mysterion's eyes were screwed shut as his laughter kept climbing to new octaves rather than the opposite that he desperately wanted.

"How long until you think the sacrifice is fulfilled? Should we make him laugh until he's dead? He said he can come back." Pete suggested, squishing his hands up and down Mysterion's thigh but avoiding getting too high up for obvious reasons. Mysterion shook his head vigorously at this idea.

"Dohohohohon't nohohohoho!! I'll dihihihihihie!!" Mysterion shouted, his lips stretched back to show little canines in his mouth. Micheal noticed this and was secretly jealous. He'd always wanted something like that. It made him press his fingers into Mysterion's tummy harder to tickle him more.

"Well no shit, genius. God... it's kinda the whole idea of a sacrifice." Pete deferred the decision to Micheal and Henrietta as he focused on squishing and squeezing Mysterion's thigh. The material that his costume was made out of made it easy to slide his fingers up and down.

"Buhuhuhuhut I mehehehean- I mehehehean I'll dihihihie lihihihike- Gohohohod stohohohohop!! Lihihihike I'll dihihihihie!!" Mysterion tried pleading his case in a not-very-convincing way. The Goth Kids all looked around at each other while their tickling continued to see if anyone could make sense of his words.

"He's starting to go crazy already. He's speaking gibberish." Firkle determined. Both of his small hands were under Mysterion's knee now, scratching over the synthetic material.

"Ohohoo cohohome ohohohohon!!" Mysterion whined. His chest and belly were already starting to hurt, as well as his joints from the pulling. He was starting to think that maybe getting killed was a good option here, but then he'd be leaving without the book, which he couldn't have.

"Sacrifices don't get a say in how they're sacrificed. The Mayans and Aztecs can tell you that. On the bright side, you've graduated from annoying trash conformist to useful sacrifice. Consider yourself lucky." Micheal shrugged and spidered some long fingers over Mysterion's belly button, to which Mysterion could say nothing to and just laughed. His cheeks were starting to ache from smiling.

"I-hehehehee!! I tahahahahap!! Gahahame ohohohover!! Uhuhuhuncle!! Whahahatever you wahahahant buhuhuhut plehehehease!! Mehehehercy!!" Mysterion squirmed and twisted underneath the Goth Kids, to which they decided maybe that was enough.

"He does look anxious, I guess. And I'm getting anxiety from all of your happy-go-lucky giggling." Henrietta groaned.

"Really? I'm getting heartburn. Yeah, I guess it worked." Micheal agreed. The Goth Kids all started getting off of Mysterion's limbs; Mysterion laying on the carpet and breathing in copious amounts of oxygen for a moment.

"Here's the Necronomicon, Wonder Boy. Just bring it back to school when you're done with it. And I swear to Satan if there's any tears or stains on it when you give it back to me- well, I think that'd make it look more Goth but don't make it look gross, I guess." Henrietta picked the book up and put it at Mysterion's side as he was getting up, clutching his side.

"I-huhh- I'm.." Mysterion took a second to bring his voice down to its deep register, but his voice was clearly strained. The Goth Kids all returned to their usual positions around Henrietta's room and looked at the anti-hero collect himself.

"Th-Thank you, for your help. I'm going to help my friends with this," Mysterion said, gesturing with the book.

"May we never cross paths again, 'cause this fucking sucked." Mysterion tucked the book away in a mysterious pocket and vanished out of Henrietta's window into the night.

"...So what should we do with the rest of our night?" Pete asked.

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Hi I saw that you’re in the Fnaf fandom can we have lee crying child and ler older brother

Ooo I never drawn them before! Hope they look nice

[mayisgoingnuts]

Grabbing and shaking you!!! I’m the feral I’m the creature rn

Im AUGHHHHH

HHHHHH!!! Pointing at them and crying!!! Slamming them together like TOYS!!!!!!!

The bird looking fuck is like. Moloch but angel. He has no name of his own yet I’m genuinely considering Micheal as his name BUT ANYWAYS.

JJJJophiel…gggrrrrr Ler jophiel Lee Angel Moloch. I HAVE VISIONS BUT MY DIVINE CURSE IS BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS THEM COHERENTLY

EUGH,,/j

I TOOK A PEEK AT ANGEL MOLOCH AND I STILL FIND THEM SO COOL SKFJSJ

AND YES YES!! Sighhh same trope as normal Moloch where "he doesn't know what tickling is" except instead of being super aggressive and shocked Angel Moloch just melts like butter in confusion/pos /silly

[tobysbliss]

tickletober day 22- ticklish kiss

#augtickletober2023

ler!tubbo, lee!ranboo (DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.)

I CANNOT EMPHASIZE ENOUGH, THIS IS NOT, ABSOLUTELY NOT, SHIPPING CC!TUBBO AND CC!RANBOO. THIS IS THEIR DREAM SMP CHARACTERS, WHO ARE CANONICALLY MARRIED. THIS FIC & THEIR CANON MARRIAGE IS TO BE VIEWED AS EITHER PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC. I DO NOT, HAVE NEVER, AND WILL NEVER EVER SHIP RANBOO AND TUBBO TOGETHER. IF YOU DO, YOU ARE DISGUSTING. THIS IS THEIR DREAM SMP CHARACTERS.

DO NOT SHIP IRL TUBBO AND RANBOO. (or any real people, for that matter?)

im a firm believer in platonic kisses

There was nobody Tubbo loved more than his husband, Ranboo.

They were really the only person that made him happy, alongside Micheal, their son.

And Tubbo, of course, was going to show this.

He wasn’t affectionate with anybody. Like at all. You had to be really, really special to this guy for him to be anything that isn’t stoic and cold. And Ranboo was one of the few who was special enough for this.

Today, specifically, Tubbo was being really affectionate with Ranboo. Ranboo wasn’t too sure why, and if you asked Tubbo, he would say he did not know either.

“Tuhubbo—“ Ranboo finally pushed Tubbo away once he had began repeatedly kissing their cheek.

“Why did you just giggle?” Tubbo’s voice was a little muffled as he was tired and his face was rested on Ranboo’s shoulder— effectively squishing one of his cheeks.

Then Tubbo’s ears perked a little, and he kissed Ranboo’s cheek again. They giggled and very, very lightly pushed away Tubbo’s head.

“Ohh. You’re face is ticklish too?” Tubbo observed aloud. He then held Ranboo in a hug that trapped their arms, and started kissing their cheek repeatedly. This had them giggling uncontrollably, and they couldn’t even fight back.

“Stohohop!” The amount of particles surrounding Ranboo had increased, as if in an attempt to protect them. Tubbo decided that Ranboo had had enough, so he stopped.

Not long after, Micheal had come into the room as he heard Ranboo’s slight shouting. He was very sensitive to sound; it was like he heard everything. Tubbo cooed as Ranboo made an attempt to explain what was happening, they were flustering themself too much in the process. So, Tubbo explained that he was simply just tickling Ranboo, and laughed at the embarrassed groan that slipped past Ranboo’s lips.

Both Tubbo and Ranboo thought, maybe this should happen a little more often.

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

Day 16, Nice gesture, bad setting.

Summary: Mikey wants to apologize further by decorating Donnies lab as a nice gesture, but since he didn't know how to set it up Donnie comes in with a small get-back situation.

A/n: T-CESTERS AND PROSHIPPERS DNI!!!! So lets start this with a simple "how are you?" Good? Bad? Cause I hope this will fix yalls moods if yall had a bad day! It might be rushed so I'm sorry to dissapoint you...but yea! Enjoy!

Lee: Mikey.

Ler: Donnie.

Warnings: tickle Fluff.

It was a simple day for Donnie. He just came back from his small mission in finding things he could bulid something with. But when he came into the lab everything changed. He saw that his lab was filled with christmas decorations. And what was weirdest was that Mikey was the one setting them up, well it wasn't weird cause- it's Mikey, but his expresion looked...nervous...

Okay now let's go into Mikeys point of view. Mikey already helped Donnie with the things he promised. But he still felt guilty, so he decided to decorate Donnies lab in Donnies favorite decorations.

Now Donnie was just starring at the box turtle that had a nervous smile on his face before the softshell asked.

💜:Mikey why did you decorate my lab??

The soft shell asked. Mikey answered.

🧡:Cause I thought maybe you'd whant your favorite decorations hanging!

💜:Oh uh yea-

Donnie looked around at the accessories and decorations before asking.

💜:Uh Michael are you- okay...?

🧡:Uh...yea! Defenetly! Just still feeling a bit guilty about the situation yesterday but...*clears throat* I'm fine!

💜:Right...

Donnie stared at Mikey for a few moments, thinking what he could do to make his brother happier. Then he got a idea. He walked over to Mikey and slowley picked him up and started tickling his sides as Donnie said.

💜:I see you're a bit paranoid, well you're in luck cause I your bestes older brother will help you overcome that!

He said as he continued tickling Mikeys sides making Mikey squirm as he giggled out in his bubbly giggles.

🧡:DhhHehehIii NohOHO!!!

Though Donnie didn't stop and continued recklessly tickling his younger brothers sides, while teasing.

💜: Micheal do you need a spelling lesson cause you defenetly don't talk with laughter.

Donnie teased, now tickling the boxers stomach, when Donnie realized Mikey had enough he set down his younger brother and patted his head. Mikey just smiled feeling relived.

[dannystheone]

Hope it's okay to send this when your requests are closed, I just read your tickling isn't goth fic and my God that was so cute 🥺 is there any chance we could get a fic of Michael messing around with Pete only for Pete to remember Michael admitted he's ticklish so he retaliates?

Yes absolutely! So um I know what I said but

lol I had an idea I'M THE WORST

I've actually had this idea before but I wanted to wait until I could articulate it properly if that makes sense

I hope you enjoy :0

WARNINGS: cursing! mentions of satan and other imagery. also a lot of band references so if it's confusing I'm sorry lol

I'm More Goth Than YOU! (Lee Micheal/ Ler Pete)

This takes place during the 'Basic Cable' episode (Season 23 Episode 9). After finding out that Micheal has already talked to the new girl Sophie, Pete finds himself wanting to discuss a few things with his friend...

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"-So we just sat around and listened to Bauhaus when System of a Down came on after that. I was like, what the fuck am I listening to, you know. And they skipped the song like when it came on and it switched to another goth band but that's when I knew they were just another poser." Micheal rambled Pete's ear off while they were watching a scary movie together.

Pete was at Micheal's house as it was the start of the weekend and October, so naturally they had to kick it off right. However, watching scary movies was a year-round activity, so tonight was a bit basic by their standards. The movie of choice was Hereditary, but they've seen it so many times that they could talk and watch at the same time and not miss any beats.

Pete was zoning out if he were being honest. He had his mind set on a girl he had talked to earlier that day. Sophie Gray. She was really pretty and she seemed really cool, not unlike anyone else that went to their school. Even though she was new and Pete didn't really know her yet, he could tell that she was different. Pete laid his cheek on his fist while he thoughtlessly said the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't mind System of a Down if I'm in the right mood," Pete said honestly. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of disgust. Pete was laying on his side on the couch with his left leg bent at the knee and his right leg laid over Micheal's thigh. Micheal pushed Pete's leg off of him and crossed his arms with a sneer on his face.

"God, that's how I know you're a fucking poser," Micheal growled. That got Pete's attention. Pete looked up from the television and set his jaw in anger.

"What did you say?" Pete asked, testing Micheal. There was no way his friend would utter something like that again to his face.

"I'm just saying that no real child of darkness would be listening to something so mainstream. I've heard cheerleaders listen to Chop Suey before." Micheal said with venom in his tone.

"Oh yeah? Then how do you know a single song from the band anyway? You're a hypocrite, Micheal. Op- foreshadowing." Pete pointed to the TV where a hidden Easter egg was shown in the movie.

"Nice catch." Micheal relaxed after that. Micheal allowed Pete to put his leg back up to rest on his thigh so it wasn't hanging off the couch. It seemed like Micheal didn't want to be caught being a poser or a conformist in any way, shape, or form. Pete wondered why that was.

"So uh... that new girl at school. Sophie Gray? Talk to her yet?" Pete tested the waters with Micheal. Sophie had revealed that Micheal had already spoken to her before Pete had, and Gods knows what Micheal was saying about the people at the school. To save his own skin, Pete threw Micheal under the bus and called him a total poser. Because let's face it, no one was more goth than Pete was.

Micheal perked up at her name. "Yeah, she's pretty cool. I offered to show her around campus sometime and she started talking about Skinny Puppy. Can you believe it? She's not a conformist dickhole like every other new kid in South Park." Micheal carded his fingers through his curly hair while Pete stared back at the TV.

"Well, too bad she already accepted my invitation to show her around the school. She even said she wanted to talk later. Guess she's only into real goths." Pete was poking the bear on that one. Micheal turned to Pete with a look of thinly veiled shock.

"What? You talked to her? No way." He asked. Pete shrugged nonchalantly with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah. She said she's not into posers. Her words." Micheal furrowed his brows at Pete's words.

"Well, I'm not a poser!" Micheal said defensively. Pete's smile only grew as he looked over his shoulder to meet Micheal's eyes.

"Then why would she say something like that? She said she doesn't like guys who try too hard." Pete's smile could be heard in his voice. Michael gave Pete an incredulous look and grabbed onto Pete's calve resting on his thigh.

"Did she actually say that Pete?" Micheal asked. Pete threw up his shoulders and turned his attention back to the TV.

"Are... Are you lying? Pete. Answer me." Pete kept a smug little grin on his face when he felt a hand squeezing the in-between spot of his knee and his thigh. Pete let out a shocked cry as he shook off the hand.

"Ah-hah! What are you doing creeper?!" Pete yelled, fighting to take his leg back. Micheal held onto his leg in a tight grip as he defended himself.

"I want you to answer me about Sophie Gray, dork! I'm not doing this 'cause I like it! Are you lying about what you said?" Micheal pressed.

Now one thing about Pete: He was a TERRIBLE liar. He could make stuff up on the spot about a story that was already established, but coming up with stuff out of thin air under pressure? He began to stutter and jerk his leg in Micheal's grip.

"I- I don't know! It's just what she said! Why do you-" Pete and Micheal both looked at the TV at the same time. The main character had passed by another Easter egg.

"Foreshadowing." They said at the same time.

They turned back to look at each other one more time before Micheal squished the inner part of Pete's knee, creeping into his inner thigh. Pete gave an inward squeak as he began giggling and kicking his leg.

"M-Mihihicheal! Stohohop! You're a weheheirdo!" Pete struggled and snickered while squirming all over Micheal's couch. Micheal hadn't heard Pete's ticklish laugh, or any laugh for that matter, since the tickling ritual at Henrietta's place a few months back. They don't really talk about that day, and for good reason.

"What, are you gonna call me a creep next? You're so mainstream it hurts, Pete. I don't know why Sophie would choose you to hang out with. If she should be hanging out with any goth at the school it should definitely be me." Micheal admitted. Pete managed an eye-roll in the midst of his tickle attack which Micheal definitely caught.

"Sounds like you're je-hehealous! Get off mehehe!" Pete snickered with Micheal grabbing both his lower thighs and squishing into the muscle. Through sheer luck (and some determination) Pete managed to sit up in a different position on the couch and grabbed Micheal by his jacket. Their small tussle took them to the floor of the living room in a bundle of pillows and blankets.

Pete thrust a hand out while blind in the flurry of objects surrounding them and just started to squish his hand over and over. Pete didn't really know why he shot his arm out to retaliate, but something in the back of his mind told him it would work.

His intuition seemed to be right as he felt the random body part he had grabbed start to shake with laughter. Pete forced himself out of the small blanket fort that had fallen on top of them and kept squeezing the body part he had in his hand.

He had Micheal's ribs in his grip, which he held onto for dear life. Satan, Micheal was a squirmer. It was like he was being electrocuted.

"Call me mainstream again, Micheal. Do it. I dare y-" Pete egged on Micheal, but he had never seen this expression on his face before. Micheal's eyes were screwed shut as he laughed out from the small amount of squeezes Pete was administering. Had Pete landed on his death spot by accident?

"Pehehete! Gehehe- *hick!* Gehehehet ohohoff- *hick!* ahahasshole! *hick!*" The sound of Micheal's hiccupy laughter filled the living room. Pete was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react rather than to keep squeezing. Pete shoved both his hands on either side of Micheal's ribcage and scribbled his fingers into Micheal's bony frame. Micheal burst out into a fresh peal of laughter as he tried tucking his knees into his chest for protection.

"I'm gonna put you in your grave for calling me a poser, Micheal. I should record this and show it to Sophie to prove to her that you're just a ticklish conformist. I bet she'd get a real laugh out of that one. What do you think?" Pete was sure talking big words for someone who was ticklish himself. Micheal could do nothing as his head lay on the carpeted floor and laughed out.

Micheal tried fighting Pete's hands back, but that just raised his arm up and out of the way. Pete took the opportunity and shoved his hand into Micheal's armpit and simply moved his fingers in the space before Micheal snorted and squirmed underneath his friend.

"Gohohohod! Yohohohou- *hick!* yohohohou suhuhuhuhuck! *hick!* Screhehehew ohohohohoff! *hick!*" Despite his words, Pete had it hard taking Micheal seriously, seeing as he had a huge grin on his face and giggled out all of his threatening words. It didn't deter Pete of course, he's heard this all before.

"What did you say? You said I suck? You calling me a vamp kid now, Micheal?" Pete tossed his hair out of his eyes just as Micheal had managed to flip himself onto his belly and started clawing himself away from the situation. Pete launched into action as he grabbed his friend's right arm and barred it into his back.

"L-Let go of me! Sophie Gray knows I'm more goth than you, conformist! This is pointless!" Micheal shouted. Pete let out a disgusted groan as he jammed his fingers into Micheal's side, just underneath his lowest rib. If Pete thought he found Micheal's death spot before, he was dead wrong. Micheal immediately started fighting him and trying to hold back his immense giggles.

"Stahahahap! *hick!* Yohohou're fuhuhucking lahahame- *hick!* Pehehehete!" Micheal's face buried into the carpet of the living room while his shoulders jumped with laughter. Pete was a little shocked for words at how well he was taking control of the situation.

"Oh yeah, I'm lame, Micheal? I'm not the one laughing like a preppy straight-A cheerleader right now. If only Sophie were here, she could see how much of a princess you actually are." Pete had no idea where these fighting words were coming from, especially directed at someone who's always been more commonly revered among the goths AND older than him. Micheal struggled at that last remark but crumbled when he felt Pete finding the divet in his side. That was the spot right there.

"Fuhuhuhuck ohohohohoff! Yohohou- *hick!* Yohohohou're thehehe wohohohohorst! *hick!* Micheal tried lying on the side that was being tickled and swung with his free arm, but Pete was quick to grab the arm and stuff it by the other one and kept both his wrists behind his back in a vice grip. Now Pete alternated between tickling one side and switching to the other randomly.

That was cause for disaster. The randomness of the tickles in Micheal's worst spot kept him laughing as his brain was surprised at every turn where Pete would strike next. Not to mention with his increased laughter, his hiccups increased as well.

Pete could feel Micheal's legs bending at the knee and shooting out behind him over and over again as he sat on his hips. He felt all of his struggling underneath him, but his laugh was what intrigued him most. It was hiccupy yes but it was deeper than his speaking voice, and it had the same rasp to it. It would be more of a romantic laugh if it wasn't infested by those goofy hiccups.

"How much more of this do you wanna take, Micheal? You know what you have to say to get out of this. You have to say you're sorry for calling me a poser, you have to say I'm more goth than you, and you have to say Sophie Gray would prefer me over you showing her around the school cause you're a goddamn dorky ticklish conformist." Pete laid all this out while Micheal immediately started shaking his head.

"Nohohoho wahahahay!! I cahahahan't! *hick!* Ihihihihit's- *hick!* Ihihihihit's toohohohoo muhuhuhuch! *hick!*" Micheal's voice was getting weaker, maybe since he'd gotten tickled a lot longer than Pete was tickled just a moment ago. Pete decided to give Micheal a little boost. Pete let go of Micheal's hands behind his back just for Pete to grab both of his sides and scratch his blunt nails through the thin material of his blouse. Micheal let out a surprised noise as he fell back onto the carpet with his eyes screwed shut in laughter.

"Then I guess we'll stay here a while, Micheal. Say hi to Cthulu for me when you cross into the Ether." Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes while he watched Micheal manage a quick bird-flipping motion with his right hand. Pete groaned audibly as he shoved his fingers into Micheal's armpit, which made Micheal laugh hard.

"Just say you like it-" Pete was about to say before his phone chirped a notification sound. Pete looked back at his phone and decided to give Michael a break. Pete unlatched himself from Micheal's hips as he walked on his knees to read the notification. With Micheal's freedom, Micheal rolled onto his back and gulped in greedy amounts of air with a hand over his beating heart.

"You're a fucking dickhole, Pete... I swear to-" Micheal started, but Pete interrupted him.

"Oh shit. Sophie just invited me to her house. She said she wants to watch something." Pete looked over to Micheal, who was sitting up with a pained expression on his face. It was then that Micheal's phone chirped as well. Micheal pulled his phone out of his pocket and read out the message he received.

"I got an invitation too," Micheal said simply.

"What should we do?" Pete asked. Micheal started typing and sent back a message.

"I asked her what we'll watch," Micheal replied. Pete nodded and flipped his hair out of his eyes before sending the same question to Sophie.

A moment passed before both of their phones chirped at the same time.

"Mandalorian?" They both said out loud in an equally disgusted tone.

"She has a Disney Plus account?" Pete asked.

"Fucking conformist," Micheal said, displeased.

"Nope." Pete and Micheal said in unison before shutting down her invitation.

"Welp, so much for that. What should we do now?" It was then that the main character screamed from the television, grabbing both Micheal and Pete's attention.

Pete and Micheal decided to make up and spend the rest of the night watching cheesy horror movies. None of what they said they actually meant, and they really felt that way. Besides, no way a conformist could actually change the way two REAL goths thought about each other.

Pete did have some interesting stories to tell the rest of the group while Micheal wasn't around, however...

[yourirridescantgrace]

Michealangelo vs the not so horrifying tickle monsters- rottmnt

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Leo, Raph and Donnie (in disguise) 

Summary: During a game Micheal the famous explorer gets caught up in ore than he bargained for. 

Michelangelo Hamato was the greatest turtle explorer in the world. He had explored all the places in the world where no one dared to go. And he was about to do it again. He was about to explore the gigglsome forest. A scary forest where whenever someone goes in. They don't come back. 

Of course Micheal will come back. He was the worlds greatest explorer after all. With his supplies and book of animal facts. He went inside the forest. His goal you may ask? To get a rumored golden feather that can draw any kind of map to anywhere. Micheal could only imagine the treasures he could find. 

He decided to press on before it got dark. He traveled not so deep into the woods when he heard a real noise. It was a deep growl. Followed by a giggle? That was strange. Micheal decided to go forward with caution in order to avoid getting caught by whatever that noise was. 

Two hours later he seemed to be lost in the forest. With no map to lead him through he guessed he had to make his own way through. He stopped in a second hiding behind a bush. He hears footsteps Who could be out there? Or what? He heard that mysterious growl and giggle once again. That was quite weird wasn't it? He decided to take a peek at what was out there. He lifted his head over the bush being careful to not make a noise. Thats when he saw something. He stiffed a gasp. 

There were not one not two but THREE huge monsters. One red, one blue, one purple, the red being the larger. All strange looking hair covering their whole body. And then an antennae on the top of their heads. With eyes glowing red. This gave Micheal a chill down his spine. He definitely doesn't want to mess with these guys. He better get out of here.

He turned and started to go out of the way out of the weird fluffy monsters. When all of a sudden he felt something grab his ankle. And he was pulled into the air with a THWACK!! And he yelped in surprise. As soon as saw the world upside down he knew he was trapped. Absolute silence filled the air. He knew he had gotten the attention of   those weird fluffy monsters. He all of a sudden getting lifted above the ground even more and carried back into the area of the monsters.

Being slammed on the floor Mikey looked up to see the three monsters towering over him. Their beating eyes staring down at him. With a hungry look on their face. He gulped. What was going to happen? He was so focused on their faces that he didn't realize that vines had grabbed onto his arms and legs. Putting him into an eagle pose. The monsters looked down at him. Their hairs standing up on end with two long tentacles appearing from each. They were going to tear him apart! 

The tentacles lowered to Micheal's pose. Surrounding his helpless body. He trembled in fear and closed his eyes. All of a sudden he felt the soft, fuzzy touch of the tentacles. some went to under his neck , two approached his armpits, one for each side. The same thing could be said for his sides and feet. And lastly one on his stomach. He clenched up wondering what was going on. He releases a little giggle. Wait what? 

Tickling sensations were all over his body. He wheezed a laugh and started giggling more. "hehehehhwhahahhatthehehehehhehehehahahhahahahhack?" Mikey squirmed in the clutches of the monsters. They were tickling him? 

"AHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH WHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAHAH AAHAHAHAHHAHAHAARE THEHEHHEEHEHEHESE THIHIHIHIHIHIHINGS AAA!" Feathery tentacles all over his body felt overwhelming. But also kind of fun and exciting . He squirmed as he tried to escape. "EHEHHEHEHHEK! IHIHIHIH GOHOHOHOHOHOHOTAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA GEHEHHEHEHEHT OUUHUHUHUHT OHOHOHOHOHF HEHEHHEHEHEHHERE! AHAHAHHAHAHHAK! AAHHAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH EHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHHEHEEHHEHE!" He kicked his leg moving around the vines that held him down. He also moved around his arms when all of a sudden SNAP!

One of his arms were freed. The tentacles seemed to try and catch him. Worsenign the tickles and making it even worse. Using his free hand he broke open the other vine. Whoops now he was upside down. "AHAHHAHAHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" His feet were tied up still he pulled himself up and untied one of his feet. He kick away the tentacles and untied the other foot out. It was only a short fall. He imeadiantly pulled himself up and ran away. He ran as fast as he could until the monsters were out of their sight. This is when he had noticed that he was not near a cave. With a warm glow from the inside. He let out a silent gasp. 

That could be where the golden feather. He quickly ran into the cave. It was a short and awfully safe walk to the treasure room. Gold coins, lamps, jewels and so much more had filled the room. It was beautiful! Micheal explored the room for a few minutes. This is when he saw what he came for. The golden quil, on a small pedastool.  Mikey was careful to grab the quil. As he picked it up it released a silent pluck. Before he could do anything else he heard three huge roars! The monsters had caught up to him. He ran as fast as he could through the cave. The monsters gaining ground on him quickly. He turns a corner not paying attention to his surroundings when he tripped on a rock. 

"OOf!" He shouted hitting the ground. The monsters quickly approached him surrounding him breathing heavily. This was it. They were going to tickle him to the death! Or for the rest of his life! He didn't know. He shut his eyes bracing for impact-

"Boys!" Splinters voice interrupted the boys game. "Come help me with the food!" Splinter had gone out to get food to eat from a japanese restraunt. 

Mikey sat up as his brothers took off their fluffy blankets. "Coming!" They all called getting up from their spots going to assist their father. 

You see, the boys always play games when their dads not home. Today was Mikeys turn to be the main 'target' and the other three had to catch him. If the target gets away, he wins! If the other three catch him, they win. Mikey was not expecting the surprise tickle attack, but he guessed it was just his older brothers messing with him....

He'll get them next time. 

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hellfire au

God finds out

God: Micheal, you can’t marry a sinner, he’s a monster.

Micheal: but father, I love him.

God: he isn’t right for you, you know how much paper work he has compared to that h**ler guy?

Micheal: you out of all people should know what it’s like, you’ve seen it first hand.

God: which is why I’m scared.

-🐊

Let them be in love Big G, gosh.

[syscultureis]

oh goodie weird introjects!

Feral!Micheal Afton. Can barely speaks and communicates in barks, and only a couple alters can understand him. Also uses dog years,,

Mikke [A3!]. Character from the Great Sardine Search and speaks exclusively in cat puns.

Teresa. A freaking tree that Wilbur grew in headspace magically by mistake that's now sitting in our fronting room that he named Teresa and we have an introject of them.

Xanthe. Fictive of the Once-ler. Most likely formed after we watched the Lorax nine weekends in a row.

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[dannystheone]

Tickling Is NOT Goth!! (Lee Pete/Lers Micheal and Henrietta)

when I tell you my brain is ROTTING it is mush my god 

dude the goth kids are so underrated where is their love?? pete and micheal my boys <33 also micheal canon wasian representation please?? 

This fic was inspired by this video I’ve been watching it non-stop I love that little side and back spot he has: 

 https://www.tumblr.com/drgigglesmd2/710348157516660736?source=share��

love love love when people have unconventional tickle spots in random areas or when their tickle spots aren’t symmetrical to their bodies like only one side is ticklish or one knee is ticklish but not the other 

Also I’m sorry if anything is out of character we do not have nearly enough content of them in the show or the games I tried LMAO I just needed to get this idea out of my head 

WARNINGS: TEENAGERS SWEARING/SMOKING/PENTAGRAM DRAWING/RESTRAINT USAGE also long intro again IM SORRY 

THIS FIC IS PACKED SERIOUSLY IT’S LONG AS HELL

Henrietta is sick and tired of her brother tickling all his loud annoying ass friends when they come over to their house, so she declares that tickling is not goth and TOTALLY conformist. She conducts tickling tests on all the goth kids to make sure they’re not posers, and it’s finally Pete’s turn. 

I hope you like this! :) ALSO IN DOING RESEARCH FOR THIS I FOUND OUT HENRIETTA IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH!! 

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 “GOD, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! Ugh, I fucking HATE it here!” Henrietta Biggle stormed into her bedroom and slammed her door shut. She held both sides of her head as if her skull were about to split open. 

 “I can’t take living in this conformist Disney fantasy-land house anymore.” Henrietta reached for a cigarette and lit the end of it, the flame blooming in her hand. Micheal and Firkle sat in their usual spots in Henrietta’s dark and ambient bedroom. Micheal scratched his brow before lighting his own cigarette and handing his lighter to Firkle. 

 “What else is new? Your parents reminding you you’ll never be the preppy straight A cheerleader they always wanted?” Micheal suggested. Firkle sucked in his nicotine deeply before handing Micheal back his lighter. Henrietta sighed as she released the cigarette smoke in her chest. 

 “It’s something worse. It’s my twerp little brother. He keeps inviting his friends over every day after school and gets into stupid tickle fights with them every time. Their laughter is sickening.” Henrietta blew out another cloud of smoke as Micheal rolled his eyes and leaned back against Henrietta’s bed. Gothic music played in the background of their conversation. 

 “God, my parents used to tickle me all the time when I was a kid. I hated every second of it. I vowed to never be ticklish again, and it worked. Now there’s nothing but pain and sorrow in my nerves.” Micheal said, as Firkle nodded his head. 

 “Yeah, tickling sucks my goth balls.” Firkle agreed. Henrietta sucked in her cigarette as she held her forehead in thought. 

 “You know what? I just thought of something. We should all agree that tickling is for Disney Channel wannabe’s, and if you’re ticklish like everyone else, you’re a good-for-nothing conformist. All that joyful laughter is off-setting my dark and sorrowful vibes.” Henrietta declared. Firkle and Micheal nodded enthusiastically. 

 “I agree. Not that I conform to your ideas or anything, but tickling has no place in the gothic mindset. You should be focused on clothing, music, cigarettes, and dread, not laughing and feeling happiness.” Micheal accorded. Firkle spoke up behind Micheal on Henrietta’s bed. 

 “We should make sure there’s no posers in our group. Everyone should undergo a test to make sure they’re not ticklish and truly goth.” Firkle suggested. Micheal turned to look at Firkle as Henrietta looked up at Firkle with an idea in her eyes. 

 “That’s good. I like that. I know I’m no Britney Spears douchebag poser like the rest of the kids at school.” Henrietta drug in a breath from her cigarette as Micheal blew out a cloud of smoke. He ashed the butt of the cigarette onto Henrietta’s carpet where the rest of the ashes were. 

 “Alright, let’s get started.” 

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 Pete Thelman stepped through Henrietta’s bedroom to see Micheal splayed on the floor with a pentagram drawn on his stomach. Candles were lit around the carpet where Firkle sat on Micheal’s left and Henrietta sat on Micheal’s right. Henrietta held a black book with one hand and a cigarette in the other. Not the weirdest thing he’s ever walked in on, but it was certainly unexpected. 

 “Oh, we’re summoning today? Goth. Who’s the spirit?” Pete asked as he took a seat by Henrietta at Micheal’s side. Micheal craned his neck up to see Pete as Henrietta turned to Pete. 

 “Oh Pete, thank the Dark Lords you’ve come. You’re just in time for your Test of Faith.” Micheal got up off the red rug in the center of Henrietta’s room and threw his shirt back on. Pete furrowed his brow as he lit up a cigarette and tossed his hair out of his eyes.  

 “Test of Faith? What is it?” Henrietta set her book down as she turned to face Pete fully. Micheal sat back down by Firkle as he lit up his own cigarette. 

 “Well, we decided that we’d all rather puke our brains out through our noses than associate with any people that are ticklish. Too much joy and laughter for a gothic setting. So we’re going person by person making sure that no one is ticklish in the group.” Pete listened intently before he choked on his cigarette, the smoke burning his throat from the sudden announcement from Henrietta. Pete coughed and sputtered and beat his chest with his fist while the goth kids watched silently. 

 “You good, Pete? You never choke on cigarettes...” Firkle asked. Micheal watched Pete suspiciously. Pete threw his hair back out of his eyes as he nodded wordlessly. 

 “I’m good, I just...wanted to feel alive. Feeling so lifeless and numb every day can be a drag.” Henrietta nodded affirmative as she reached for Pete. 

 “Firkle, Micheal and I have already had our turns.” Firkle lifted his shirt and showed the pentagram drawn on his stomach. “I’m not showing you my stomach, but you get the point. Come on, we have to see if you’re not a douchey conformist poser-” Pete backed up from Henrietta and stood up suddenly. The kids watched with a close eye as he swallowed. 

 “Uh- yeah, of course, I’m no Justin Bieber wannabe. I just...let me reapply my eyeliner first.” Pete left hurriedly for the bathroom, ignoring Henrietta’s mother when asked if he was okay in the hallway. Henrietta and Micheal met each other’s gaze. 

 “Okay...he’s acting jumpy. You don’t think he’s a preppy conformist infiltrating our group, do you?” Henrietta questioned. Micheal shook his head as he stood up and put out his cigarette. 

 “Can’t be. I’ll go see what’s up with him.” Michel left Henrietta’s room and rapped his knuckles on the door to the bathroom. He could hear the water from the sink running on the other side. 

 “Pete? You good in there? You need any help applying the-” The door opened suddenly, a panicked expression on Pete’s face. Pete grabbed Micheal’s shirt and drug him into the bathroom, earning a small yelp from Micheal. 

 Pete released Micheal when he shut and locked the bathroom door and ran his fingers through his hair. “Dark Lords above and below, Micheal, what the FUCK am I gonna do?! I’ve been ticklish ever since I was a kid, I’m gonna fail the Test of Faith and get kicked out of the group and be forced to eat lunch with the rest of the Barbie and Ken conformists at school, just because of something I can’t control-” Micheal reached out and held a hand on Pete’s shoulder, causing Pete to look up at his friend. 

 Pete had a small smile on his face. “Pete, it’s okay. I’m ticklish, too. So is Firkle and so is Henrietta. They just kept their laughter inside, as did I. It’s not that big of a deal.” This seemed to calm Pete down for the moment. Pete tossed the hair out of his eyes as he took a step back from Micheal’s hold. 

 “So, what is this for, then? Just another way to separate us from the happy-go-lucky conformists?” Micheal shrugged as he leaned against the wall of the bathroom. 

 “Naturally. I’ll try and go as light as I can with the tickling, it’s mostly Henrietta being pissed off about her brother again. I doubt if you actually slip up and let out a laugh or two she’ll actually throw you out. You’re one of the only real goth kids at school and not a preppy conformist dork.” Pete nodded wordlessly as he shut off the water in the sink. Micheal gave him an understanding nod back. The two boys left the bathroom and sat back down in Henrietta’s room. Pete’s chains on his clothing twinkled as he sat in the center of the room. 

 “Pete, go ahead and take off your shirt. We’ll mark your body with the ceremonial sigil.” Henrietta directed. With cheeks tinged pink, Pete went ahead and started unbuttoning his shirt. Thank the Dark Lords the room was lit with dim candle light. The pock marks on Pete’s face also followed across his shoulders and littered down his spine. They flickered in the candle’s shadows. A small patch of hair grew underneath his navel.

 “Dark Lords above and below, we beseech your guidance as we subject our fellow cult member through a Trial of Faith, and ascertain if he is worthy of us.” Henrietta held a black book in one hand as she guided Pete to lay on his back on the red rug. The chains on his jeans jingled gently as he laid back and shifted on the rug. She was handed a body-safe marker from Firkle, and uncapped it. Pete swallowed as he held the material at the sides of his pants.

 “Free us from clouding judgement, unlock our true vision, and charge us with your unforgiving power. We beg of you that you help us see past our current relationship with our fellow cult member, and reveal his true nature.” Henrietta set her book to the floor as she took hold of Pete’s bare side to keep him steady. Pete tossed his hair back as he looked to the ceiling and held his breath, until he felt the marker tip on the top of his sternum. 

 It was a slow arcing drag down his left side to create the circle for the pentagram, which was hard to keep still for, but not impossible. Okay, this wasn’t too bad. Just keep breathing and everything will be fine- 

 The marker drug over the tops of his hips, which made him suck in his breath. Pete winced as he held onto the air in his chest as the marker arced up and over his right side. There was a tender spot by his upper hip leading into his side and back. The marker drew right through the middle of it. Pete twitched as the marker hit a nerve, causing the marker to mess up its lining. 

 “Ugh, Pete, what the fuck?” Henrietta looked down at Pete, as did Micheal and Firkle. Pete swallowed as he held onto his pants tighter. 

 “My bad, my bad. Uh...coffee burp.” He said lamely. Henrietta rolled her eyes as she continued the circle for the pentagram. Pete tossed his hair back as the rest of the circle was finished. It wasn’t too bad aside from that one random spot. Pete breathed in cooly as Henrietta picked up her black book. 

 “So, am I supposed to lay here or-” Henrietta shushed Pete as he started to talk. 

 “You’re not to speak, ‘accused’! You’re on trial.” Henrietta exclaimed, and picked up the marker again. Pete’s breathing hardened as he felt the teasy trace of the marker draw lines all over his front. He set his jaw as Henrietta drew connecting lines that formed a star over his ribs and all of his stomach. The lines going through his stomach were the worst. Micheal noticed that Pete’s stomach dipped in as he held his breath while the marker drew over his belly button. 

 Finally, after what felt like hours, the pentagram was finished. Pete silently released his pent up breath while Henrietta and Firkle weren’t looking. Henrietta traced a black candle above the pentagram to cleanse it with its smoke. 

 “Yeah, okay, cool. Now that that’s done, flip on your front so we can draw the second pentagram.” Pete looked up at Henrietta with a confused face. 

 “Second pentagram? You didn’t say anything about that.” Henrietta raised an eyebrow. 

 “Is there a problem, ‘accused’? You hiding something from us?” Henrietta questioned. Micheal and Firkle looked down at Pete expectedly. Pete sighed as he begrudgingly rolled onto his belly, his back exposed to the air. He rested his cheek on his forearm as he felt the warm closeness of the candles around him. 

  “Micheal, you draw the second pentagram. I drew the first one because I’m the first participant to the trial. You draw the second one so you can be the second participant.” Micheal nodded and uncapped the marker. Pete turned his head to the side to face Henrietta from his position. 

 “Wait, there’s gonna be two people tickling me? That doesn’t sound-” Henrietta smacked Pete’s bare shoulder with her gloved hand. 

 “Shut UP, ‘accused’! You’re not to speak! God, how many times do I have to fucking say it!” Pete threw up his hands as he turned halfway on his side to get a better view of Henrietta; his jean chains jingling everywhere he turned. 

 “Well you can give me some better fucking information before you decide to cover me in smoke and pentagrams! I have no idea what the fuck is happening! Is this even correct protocol in the Book of Summons?” Pete pointed at Henrietta’s black book. Henrietta’s words were caught in her throat as Micheal answered for her. 

 “She’s making it up as she goes along. It sounds convincing, but it’s not based on anything real in the book.” Henrietta snapped the book closed as she pointed at Micheal. 

 “Shut the fuck UP, Micheal! We’re purging any and all undercover preppy douchebag conformists in this group one way or another! If I have to hear another laugh filled with joy and happiness, I’m gonna claw my fucking eyes out!” Henrietta shouted. Despite her clear frustration, the boys seemed bored and disinterested. Pete just wanted to get it over with already. 

 “Fine. Micheal, go ahead. I’ll show you I’m no Mickey Mouse corporate conformist.” Pete tossed his hair back as he lay flat on his stomach, and Micheal held onto his shoulder blade to keep him steady. Pete stiffened as Micheal arced the marker over his shoulder blades, which was bad, but not the worst. The marker trailed down through his back ribs and over his hip dimples, which was all manageable. 

 Pete let out a small sigh of relief as the circle was almost finished, then let out a strangled surprised snort as the marker cut through that weird side-back spot. Pete jolted to the side as the marker cut through his nerves, but played it off as if he was just adjusting his positioning on the red rug. 

 “Pete, quit it.” Micheal said. Pete didn’t answer as Micheal completed the circle, and started filling in the pentagram star. This wasn’t too bad, aside from his shoulders and down his spine. But Pete held in his breath better than he thought. There was a moment of silence as Micheal picked up the burning black candle and cleansed the pentagram with smoke. 

 “Alright, the dark hour has come. You better not be ticklish Pete, or you’re gonna be hanging out with the vamp kids on Monday.” Henrietta said in an accusatory tone. Pete sucked in a quick breath as he suddenly felt very exposed. With no shirt on, one tickler on either side of him and his arms folded underneath his chin, his knuckles tightened in his grip. 

 “I’m ready. I’ll prove I’m truly soulless and feel only pain and misery.” Pete tossed his hair back before Micheal and Henrietta scooted closer to him as Firkle watched from the bed. Pete swallowed as he felt fingers skittering on his bare sides. He wouldn’t think about the fact that there would be twenty fingers crawling, itching over him for who knows how long. There were gonna be maggots and bugs in his grave waiting for him for the rest of eternity, so this could be like- goth training.  

 If it stayed this light, Pete might just able to pull it off. Micheal’s fingers were long and thin with short nails, while Henrietta had polished back acrylics. Oh Dark Gods, he’d forgotten about that. And Henrietta was sitting on his right, where that weird sensitive side spot was. Those two facts would not mix well. As long as she stayed away from that with her pointed nails, he should be okay. 

 “Firkle, you keep an eye out for any movement. You let us know if he’s squirming or anything.” Henrietta instructed. Firkle replied with a “Will do” as Pete felt wriggling fingers travel up his ribs and down to his hip. His jeans sat at his waistline, causing his hips to be exposed. He should have adjusted his waistband before they started. 

 Pete twitched as Henrietta ventured too close to his open underarm. Firkle pointed a finger at Pete. 

 “He moved! I saw him!” Pete shot Firkle a venomous look. 

 “It’s cold in here, dumbass! I shivered!” Henrietta rose an eyebrow as she scratched the hollow of Pete’s underarm. Micheal’s light tickling halted momentarily as he watched Pete’s reaction. Pete bit down on his hand, hidden from Henrietta’s view as she rippled her acrylics up his tricep and down his ribs. Ugh, those were killer. It was so hard to stay still and keep his arm raised.

 “Hmm, not very goth of you if you’re affected by just the ceiling fan. But then again, it’s better to be cold-blooded and have ice in your veins.” Henrietta mused. Firkle was gonna be a problem if he kept such a close eye on him. Pete didn’t know what to do, this situation was so bizarre. Micheal continued his side of the tickling, his fingers just fluffing over the skin and not actually pressing in. 

 Henrietta’s nails started tracing over Pete’s back and skittering down his spine. Pete grit his teeth as forced himself to stay in place. To make it look like Micheal wasn’t taking it easy on him, Micheal started exploring Pete’s back as well. His fingers scritched in between his shoulder blades, which made Pete snort. 

 “Pffmt-” Pete’s head ducked reflexively. Oh crap. Pete looked up to check if he was in the clear, but found Firkle staring daggers down at him. Pete side-eyed the kindergartner. “What? I sneezed. Something in the Book of Summons against sneezing, Firkle?” Pete questioned. Firkle slowly relaxed his gaze while still keeping a watchful eye as Pete set his chin back down to his arm. 

 Henrietta’s nails grew suspicious about that messed up lining of the pentagram near Pete’s lower side. The fact that the lining was messed up by him both times the marker passed by that spot...

 She reached down and gave it a few scribbles with her fingers. Pete’s eyes widened as he jolted and slammed his head into his folded arms; sputtering noises heard from his little hidey hole. His shoulders jumped with his muffled spluttering as Henrietta kept scritching into the spot. 

 “Oh come on! He’s gotta be ticklish there? You fucking kidding me?” Firkle pointed out. Pete shook his head from inside his arms while Henrietta took her hand away. Pete craned his neck up, desperately clinging to a little composure. 

 “N-no no, it’s super...dusty in here. I sneezed again, that’s all.” Pete didn’t know how many more lame excuses he had left in him. Micheal sighed at Pete’s left. He was so fucking transparent...

 “Well, what do you think, Henrietta? He’s not looking that ticklish to me.” Micheal spoke. Oh thank the Dark Lord above, please let this end, Pete thought. Henrietta shook her head, her necklaces swaying with her. 

 “It’s way too early to tell. He could be keeping it all trapped inside very easily. Pete, go ahead and roll on your back so we can test the front of your body.” Pete’s brain fired off alarm sounds from all directions. Crap!! He’d totally be given away without his arms to cover his face! But what else could he do? 

 Just be a man, just be a fucking man you can do it... Pete wordlessly rolled onto his back, his jeans jingling from the chains as he moved. His front pentagram on his stomach was a little smudged from laying on it. Henrietta produced some handcuffs from behind her back, which made Pete’s eyes bug out from behind his hair.  

 “We’re gonna have to apply these as well. As per the ritual, we need to make sure that you’re not protecting yourself in any way so we can see if you’re truly what you say you are. A numb, soulless goth devoid of happiness and feelings.” From what Pete could tell, those handcuffs hailed from the back of a Spencer’s and not a satanic crafting place. However, they would have him much more exposed than what he already was. Pete took a shaky breath and tossed his hair out of his eyes. 

 “Whatever. Like I care. I feel nothing but dread and non-conformity.” Henrietta smirked down at him from his answer and started latching his wrists into the handcuffs. She placed the silver handcuff link behind Pete’s neck to keep his wrists in place. With this, Pete still had full range of motion and could remove the handcuffs from around his neck at any time, but it would be incredibly obvious that he was protecting himself from a spot he didn’t want to be touched. It also kept his arms up and out of the way for full access to his front. 

 “Alright Pete, this is the final test. You pass this, you’ll stay a goth kid and an eternal servant of Satan. You ready to prove yourself to the Dark Lord?” Pete nodded numbly as he looked up to the ceiling. He breathed in deep as Henrietta’s fingers dug in worse than before. Pete let some air escape his lips, a small “pffmt-” let out before he sealed them shut and screwed his eyes tightly. Firkle and Micheal watched Pete’s face as Henrietta scratched over Pete’s stomach, her nails scribbling over the black lines of the pentagram. 

 Pete’s stomach started shaking as he laughed in his throat. His face was getting hot. Ugh why did he have to wear these hot jeans all the time- Micheal’s hair poof shook gently as he moved his fingers up and down Pete’s torso, from his underarm to his top hip. Every time Micheal scribbled up to Pete’s underarm, Pete’s elbow dipped down from its place to try and protect the spot. Pete was getting more and more wiggly. He knew he was ticklish as a kid, but this was ridiculous. How could a child of Satan be so sensitive? 

 “You better not be fucking ticklish, Pete. If you are, I’m seriously gonna sacrifice you to the Dark One.” Henrietta noticed Pete’s increased reactions to their fingers, and his twisted face of concentration. Pete would curl up on his back every now and then, flexing his stomach with his friends fingers running over it. Pete’s nose wrinkled as his eyes screwed tighter shut to keep his laughter in. 

 “Nothing to say, Pete? Speak if you have no laughter in your chest.” Henrietta ordered. Fucking bitch. Pete grunted as he swallowed all the laughter he possibly could while Henrietta and Micheal’s fingers still worked over his torso. 

 “Pfft- mmph- T-Totally cool! N-Nohothing but daharkness- mmhmph- ahand despair!” Pete spoke out, as instructed. He clamped his teeth down in a pained grimace as his eyes squinted in forcing his laughter in. Henrietta wasn’t convinced for a second, and Micheal knew she wasn’t, either. Henrietta’s gaze trailed down to the messed up lining of the pentagram on his right side. She wasn’t gonna hold back this time. Micheal followed her line of vision and knew this was trouble. 

 “Henrietta, he spoke like you wanted him to. He went through the whole trial without saying a word. Isn’t that enough?” Micheal asked. Pete opened his eyes and watched the two while he gathered his breath. 

 “Stop defending the possible conformist, Micheal! Do you want a traitor in our cult? Do you want our secrets spilling to the corporate big-cats and have us sent to a work camp for not conforming to society? We have to be as sure as possible there’s no Disney, Barbie, La La-Loopsie, Justin Bieber wannabe’s in this gothic society!” While Henrietta was ranting to Micheal, her hand reached down to Pete’s lower side spot and started scribbling in it with as many acrylics as she could fit. Pete broke down almost immediately, no matter how hard he wanted to keep it contained. His elbows shot down reflexively to try and cover that spot, when his arms were stopped by his own neck. 

 “Pffmmhmt- ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha- Hehenrietta-hahaha stohohohop!” Pete’s laugh was on a tad higher register than his regular speaking voice. It physically sounded like a tickle laugh, it was fluttery and consistent. Henrietta sneered down at Pete with a disgusted face. 

 “I should have known. You were always the sensitive one of us, Pete. I knew you were a backstabbing douchey poser. So, how long have you been an informant to the conformists of the school? Was it before you joined us, or did you turn into one afterwards for some kind of reward?” Henrietta questioned. Pete brought his knees up to try and cover his side, but his shoes slid down to slam on the carpet. He repeated this a few times out of reflex and self-preservation. 

 “I- ahahahaha! I’m nahahahat ahahan informahahant! Thahat’s tohohotally lahahahame!” Pete’s hair fell in his face as he laughed out earnestly at his tickle spot getting- well tickled. Henrietta sighed as she picked up her cigarette stick and took in a drag. 

 “You know what’s really lame, Pete? The fact that I can make you fold with just one hand while you sit here and pretend you want to be a fearless servant of Satan for the rest of eternity. What’s the Dark One going to think when he’s given such a poser to serve in his eternal army?” Just to prove her point, Henrietta used Pete’s momentum against him as he was rolling on his back. She let him roll onto his left side so his right side could face upwards and expose itself further. Henrietta scribbled her fingers along Pete’s side spot, and delved further into the spot as the nerves trailed along his back. Pete spazzed out as he bucked and laughed out sincerely. 

 “AHAHAhahahaha! Stohohop- stohohohop! Plehehease!” Micheal rested his cheek on his fist as he just watched now. Pete’s face was full of light, and the most expression Micheal’s ever seen on it. He had to admit, a smile looked good on Pete. He admired how his eyes screwed up every time he laughed hard enough, and the way he tried to shimmy away from Henrietta’s harmless tickles. It was...cute. 

 “Oh, begging now, are we? Not surprising. You’ll be begging for mercy on your knees before the Dark Ones when we sacrifice you for being a liar. I mean, why would you sell out for monetary and material items when you can serve such a higher power?” Henrietta asked in her monotone voice while Pete laughed boyishly. Even Firkle was smiling, the sound was infectious. 

 “I dihihihihidn’t sehehehell ohohohohout!! I’m nohohot ahaha fucking confohohormist!!” Pete arched his back trying to escape from Henrietta’s fingers in his back-side spot, and brought his right knee up to help himself try and roll away. He managed to roll about 95% on his front, which was a horrible decision. 

 Henrietta could now use both hands on the spot since it was so accessible. She curled her fingers into the underside of the spot while her other hand squished the top of the spot on his back. Pete cackled out heavily and shot his knee down to roll onto the right side where the spot was located, but Henrietta’s hand was still trapped in-between the spot and the red rug. 

 “AAA-hahahaha! Gohohohohod stohohohop! Get off mehehehehe!! Micheahahahal hehehehelp!!” Pete begged through his laughter. Micheal sighed as he lit up a cigarette. He was gonna need a couple after the day he’s had. 

 “Henrietta, lay off. He’s ticklish, so what. Doesn’t mean he’s a backstabbing wannabe.” Firkle scrolled through his phone, already moving on to the next thing. It seemed Henrietta was the only one who cared anymore. 

 “Are you fucking serious, Micheal? You seriously want this ticklish, childish little twerp defending you in the war against the conformists? It’s so easy to crumble all of his defenses, isn’t it? He’s full of weakness. Makes me sick.” Henrietta commented, but it seemed her commentary was making Pete laugh harder. Pete managed to roll onto his back, forcing Henrietta to take her hands back so they wouldn’t be squished. Pete breathed out shakily as he tried to regain his composure, but Henrietta wasn’t finished. 

 She tried scratching her nails down Pete’s front, over the lines that made up his pentagram, but he only let out a few breathy giggles. His smile returned to his face as he tried bucking off her hands with his hips. Micheal rolled his eyes as he put down his cigarette. 

 “That’s the point of being human, Henrietta. We’re human until we die and turn into badass servants of the Dark Lord to serve in his army properly. Until then, we’re stuck with our decaying mortal bodies. So cut Pete some fucking slack, alright?” Micheal groaned as Henrietta refused to listen to him. 

 “At this point, I’m just thinking you’re in an alliance with Pete with how much you want to defend him. Are me and Firkle the only real goths in this whole group? The rest of the group is filled with Disney corporate informant posers?” Henrietta asked no one in particular. Pete breathed out of his mouth before Henrietta scribbled her fingers in Pete’s side-back spot once more. Pete burst out laughing, his stomach flexing with his giggles. 

 “Sta-hahahahap! Gehehet ohohohout ohohof thehehere! Aahahahaha!” Pete’s cheeks were dusted pink as he brought his knees up again to try and defend himself. Henrietta broke through his defenses quite easily and hauled him up to prop his back halfway up her knees. Henrietta’s acrylics scribbled into Pete’s tickle spot with fervor. Pete laughed out sharply as he twisted and tried wriggling away. 

 “Ahahahahaha!! Dahahahark Lohohohords sahahahave mehehehehe!” He yelled out. Pete’s kicking legs knocked over one of Henrietta’s flaming candles as he tried to escape his predicament. Micheal groaned as he reached over and picked up the candle and set it on her drawer. 

 “Oh, begging for help from the Dark Lords that you betrayed? What a douchey thing to do.” Henrietta angrily dug her pointed acrylics into Pete’s abused tickle spot, which made him cry out with laughter. It was such a light sound in such a dim setting. 

 “AA-HAHAHA! Fuhuhuhuhuck! Stohohohohop plehehehease!! Ehehenough ahahahalready!! It hurts!!” Pete winced as Henrietta scribbled over the same tender spot. Pete knew that he was laughing hard and it was a happy sound, but he was starting to get angry himself. 

 “Alright Henrietta, you want this place to go up in smoke with Karate Master Pete over here? Let’s just call it quits.” Micheal picked up his cigarette as Henrietta stubbornly shook her head. Micheal was getting pissed off now. 

 “He’s clearly working for the vamp kids, Micheal. You know he is. Either the vamp kids or the Disney Channel. You wanna answer to either of them and serve on your knees like a crawling maggot? I don’t think so.” Henrietta looked down at Pete’s face, his expression screwed tightly shut with a wide smile. “Tell us who you’re working for, poser!” She demanded, and squished both hands in his back spot. The arc of the pentagram on his back started smearing from all her tickling in that one area. 

 “Ju-hahahahaha! Just listehehehen to mehehehehe!! I-hehehehee! I’m nohohohot a gohohohodahahahmn confohohormist!” He yelled out, clearly getting tired from all this exertion. Henrietta couldn’t even understand what he was trying to say anymore. She sighed and rolled him off of her, leaving him panting and twitching on the floor. 

 “Just get out of here before I really do sacrifice you on my alter. There’s no room for Nazi cheerleaders in this group, Ken doll.” Henrietta spat at him. Micheal reached forward and unlatched Pete’s wrists from the handcuffs; Pete rubbing the back of his neck where the link of the handcuffs rubbed. 

 “So...so that’s it? You’re just gonna kick me out like that?” Pete asked, his hard breathing shown in his bare chest. Henrietta rolled her eyes as she picked up her cigarette. 

 “Don’t try to come crawling back to us after you betrayed us, Judas. You sold out for Disney dreams and look where it got you. A horribly sensitive mortal body that could never serve in any eternal army. You’ll just rot in the ground, where you belong with the worms.” Henrietta took out her phone and started scrolling through it. Pete breathed hard and raked his fringe out of his eyes. 

 “You know what, Henrietta? Fine. I don’t have anything to hide from you. I would never sell you out to the soulless fat-cats at Disney, or to the wannabe vamp kids that are our mortal enemies. But I’m not gonna sit here and have you judge me for how I was created.” Henrietta looked up to Pete as he held a hand over his bare chest. “I’m sensitive, I’m mortal, I’m on Earth and when I die,  I’m gonna be reborn in R’lyeh, the Sunken City, serving Cthulu. And as long as I’m here being human, that’s never gonna change. With or without you.” 

 Pete stood up from his knees, now with the attention of everyone in the room. He picked up his shirt and started buttoning it up with a nimble quickness. Henrietta stood up suddenly and looked to Pete. 

 “Pete, wait. I’m...” Henrietta fumbled with her words. Pete rose an eyebrow as he watched expectedly. Micheal and Firkle watched as well. 

 “I...I guess it could be considered goth the fact that you laughed against your will and felt helpless and trapped in that particular situation. Kind of like I feel helpless and trapped in my fantasy island household.” Henrietta fidgeted with her fingers behind her back. 

 “Also, it’s super non-conformist of you to not conform with the rest of the group, cause we all didn’t laugh through our trials, but you did. Hardcore goth.” Micheal added. Pete looked to the floor with an amused smile on his face. 

 “And when we’re dead serving the Great Old One, He’ll favor you for your honesty and bluntness.” Firkle piped up. Pete finished the buttons on his shirt with a smile still on his face, but tried to return back to his stoic, disinterested face. 

 “Thanks, everyone. I’d never sell you out for monetary value or momentary reign on this Earth. We’re totally gonna take over the world one day with all the gothic powers of darkness at our disposal and steep the world in 1000 years of sadness. And we know exactly how to filter out the true goths, from the conformists.” 

[silveranimati0ns]

Day 3

Vessel

I Decided to have some fun with this one , I wish I added more characters tho. Here you have Lou, Nolan, Micheal, Once-ler, Tord and The Golden guard. I hope ya'll like this ouo

Art by me

[vampiremeerkat]

Do you have any lgbtq+ original characters (can be genderbend or au), if so which ones?

Sure, but, I've been asked this question before. I don't find it praiseworthy to flaunt with characters that cater to a protected class that professional artists and amateurs create in droves for those easy brownie points. I realize some care about this in today's age, it is what it is, I'll try to answer this time. Most of these characters require an explanation, so I've added links. It'd be pointless to list them otherwise:

Ed from Ed, Edd n Eddy is pansexual as far as I'm concerned. This is the same case for any rendition I've made.

Jon from For Mel, Love Jon is homosexual.

Mel from For Mel, Love Jon is homosexual.

Max from DenNIM is homosexual.

Noah's new manager from Get Me Off This Ride Called Life is homosexual.

Differo from Different is homosexual.

Arthur from Different is a man on the run and could never explore his sexuality, but accepts anyone's love and attention.

Pezhman from Mioo, Dorost Ast is demi-and homosexual.

Stefan from Mioo, Dorost Ast is demi- and homosexual.

Gianni from Mioo, Dorost Ast is demi- and pansexual.

Albin from Snow White II is demisexual, if only because he's basically the Greek character Narcissus.

Noah from Get Me Off This Ride Called Life is demisexual.

Maxima from Funky Music Makes Me Happy is lesbian.

Minim from Funky Music Makes Me Happy is lesbian.

Crotchette from Funky Music Makes Me Happy is lesbian.

Gina from Funky Music Makes Me Happy is bisexual.

Zagreus is bisexual, but a professional troll, so it's hard to say if he's genuine in anything he does.

Aphremesu from The Male Queen is bisexual and two-gendered in the literal sense of the word.

The white dragon race is aromantic, and those few that do feel love, express it blandly.

Many of the purple dragon race are asexual.

The Kurlitad race is asexual and aromantic, but this happened because their males died, so could change.

David Paul from Edd n Those Other Two Guys is asexual and aromantic.

The Blessing race is primarily asexual, mainly because they're genderless in the literal sense of the word.

Ann and Larie in Until I See You Again still choose to be together in situations they're both men, women, or genderswapped. They're fated lovers in the story, so it has more to do with that and not their sexual preference.

Pleakley from Lilo and Stitch likes dressing himself up in women's clothing, but I'm willing to take it as "lol, random typical cartoon humor". In the case of Lesbo and Stan's Presley, he's more or less a demiwoman in denial.

Micheal from Mioo, Dorost Ast is.. sad. He's an infertile female with a body shaped to look male. Do medical tragedies like these even belong in LGBT?

I've considered doing more with Mua from Mioo, Dorost Ast, but I haven't really seen the original character in action. If this Meowth ends up becoming a major cast member or the lead in a love story or two, I'm gonna look like a FOOL.

"The Frenchman" from Mioo, Dorost Ast I think belongs under the "queer" umbrella because of the way he dresses and acts? He's heterosexual, though.

The Once-ler in The Biggering has something going on;

Damy and Dennim also experience the inability to feel attracted to anyone, yet are fascinated with a single person. Tried giving it a name, but I don't think people made up a term for it. Amazing.

[revivebur-switch]

a lee mode that can’t be ignored

this fic has lee wilbur and ler quackity //

wilbur couldn’t get any sleep for a week now so he got up from his desk. as he was walking outside to the van he felt as if he needed someone there to t- no he must be thinking wrong he never gets lee moves that’s just not him right? ether way he ignored it as he walked into the van. W: hey ranboo your up early hw are you? R: yah couldn’t go to sleep do to micheal crying but other then that I’m doing great how about you? I,m doing good as always, wilbur said as he washed the dishes. so do you think tommy and tubbo will come to day or even Q? I’m not sure also why do you just call him Q isn’t he called quackity, he said as he cooked the beef and stack. eh I prefer calling him Q it gets on his nerves, he chuckled and dried the dishes. so any plans today or just working till sun down? oh yah I do I was planning on going with tubbo and tommy to some park that sam built, he said as he served food. doesn’t seem like a lot of people are showing up I mean we can get one break day. I mean we could just put up the closing sign and go have fun with tubbo and tommy. wilbur said as he put the dishes away. ill see you later ranboo. ranboo waved to wilbur as he walked away with tubbo and tommy and of course micheal. now wilbur was left alone to sit there with his huge lee mode he couldn’t ignore it anymore it was to strong. he sighed as he started walking trying to get his mind off of it till he heard quackity’s voice. he didn’t even release that he was walking by las nevada. hey wilbur!  Q called out as wilbur passed by las nevada. huh? oh hey Q. how many times do I have to say call me big Q or quackity, he said holding the brim of his nose. ah of course sorry... Q, wilbur said grinning at Q reaction. Q: anyways how about you come closer and talk face to face will i am. wilbur chuckled at what Q just called him. W: sure sure just know its called william. he walks closer then suddenly remembered his lee mode it hit him hard that he stopped walking mid way. Q: what wrong wilbur why did you stop? scared *chuckles* i wont bite. Q looked at wilbur as if he was some kind of art peace. Q: wilbur you good? wilbur jus stood there covering his mouth and looking the other way trying to hold back the giggles in his throat hiding his blush. Q: ohhhhh i get it now is little wilby in a lee mode hm? Q used a baby voice on him wiggling his fingers as he got closer. W: n-noho im never i-ihin a lehehe mode. Q faked gasp. Q: where those some littles giggles i heard. wilbur didn’t even know Q was getting closer till he felt Q finger scattering on his ribs and his arms keeping him in place. W: qhaha nohoho stohohop. wilbur tried pushing him away bur he may be small but his strong and kept his place how scribbling on his stomach over his scar. Q: your barely even trying what a cute little lee you are. W: NOHOHO NOHOT THEHEREHE PLEHEAHASEHE AHANY WHEHEREHE BUHUT THEHEREHE. he twisted from side to side trying to get out of Q grasp but he really didn’t want it to end. Q: oh but i kinda like it here it gets all your cute little laughter out of you. W: NAHAHA IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD. Q: really does it i couldn’t tell. W: MEHEHECY PLEHEASEHE. Q: mercy? hm give me a reason then. he started blowing raspberry’s on wilburs scar. W: NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEAHAHASEHEHE IHIHIHI WOHOHOHONT CAHAHALL YOHOHOH QHAHA AGAHAHAIN. Q: hmmm fine fine. he stops and lets go as wilbur fell to the ground currling up on himself Q bent down and helped rub away the ghost tk’s. W: thahank’s. wilbur stayed there on the ground and Q went to get sam. S: so you need help picking up him? Q: yah just bring him to a room. S: if you say so. sam picks up wilbur by the time they got there he was asleep from lack of sleep. they went to a room and placed him down on a bed. Q lft a note for him for when he woke up. note: you should laugh more often its cute and welcoming -Q

sooooooooooo how was my first fic??? also this is a ro blog and tk fic blog so you get both! hope you in joyed  the fic ^^ .

[ask-nightmare-ler]

Nightmare Ler lore

Just making some things clear.

-Nightmare's parents are Isabelle and Michael.

They met in a bar and fell in love. She was a werewolf (turned into one) and lived with a herd. He was a hunter.

When Michael discovered the truth about Isabelle he kicked her out of the house but she was already pregnant.-

-The werewolves have some rules:

1. Don't interact with humans

2. Don't interact with demons

3. Don't interact with vampires

4. Always obey the alpha

Etc...-

-Micheal married Isabela, who is Betty and Chiara's mother.-

-Night's Greed-Ler (the Greed half of Nightmare Ler) came to life when he saw Michael killing Isabelle right in front of him.-

-Isabela knew about Night as Michael told her. She was the one telling the truth to her daughters-

-Nightmare Ler met his sisters 3 times in all his life.

The first time none of them even knew about the connection. They met during hunt.

The second time was when he killed their father. He then understood he had sisters

The third time was in the woods. After Betty and Chiara were told everything by their mother and they decided to find their brother-

-Nightmare Ler is 2 years older than Betty and Chiara-

-Night has a Lorax. He just didn't meet him yet-

-Nightmare Ler has two childhood friends: Alessio (werewolf) and Lucy (Lust demon)-