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yallmakemyassitch · 2 years ago

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◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ AZ Here!

If you don't mind making the Tickly Alphabets, Can you maybe make A-Y with Whitty?

I'm in a mood for some Lee!Whitty or Ler!Whitty suffs rn-

It's ok if you don't want to make it (But if you don't wanna make it, please reply "Sorry, i don't want to" or what ever reasons why you don't want to so i don't felt ignored & so i know why)

Also, i hope you have a good Day & stay hidrated! :)

Love, ~AZ

Wowie, this is gonna be my largest amount of headcanons I would ever do! I don't mind one bit so don't feel sorry! (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Also thank you, I will stay very hydrated and make sure I have a great day, same to you pal (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

Headcanons✨

A - What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Hugs all around. He's a very reserved person so the person he was tickling would have to be someone close to him (carol, hex). He'd keep you in his embrace with your head under his chin and calm you down. You'll 100% fall asleep and so would he. After a wonderful tickle fight, who wouldn't want to cuddle and nap?

B - How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

Whitty hates bondage, it makes him feel way too vulnerable. Since he's on the run, he's constantly on guard and afraid, never being able to actually relax. So if something like bondage is brought up, something where his movement is restricted and prevents him from running away from being caught, he'll point blank say no. Whitty will be pretty cold to you after that since he assumed after knowing you for so long, you'd know he would despise something like that.

C - What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Most of the time, he observes tickle fights and never gets involved. But if someone made some sort of sign they want to tickle Whitty, he'll be pretty flustered at first and make up an excuse before legging it out of there. You won't see him for long because of his insanely long legs, so even if you chase him down, he's already gone.

As a ler though is when his unpredictability comes to shine. Whether I'd be out of revenge or personal initiative, he can be quite playful and even tease a bit. Because of this, they're seen much worse than most because Whitty nearly never acts like this and the effects are amplified significantly. So let's hope Whitty isn't the one tickling you because it will be much worse for you.

D - What is their most ticklish spot?

Surprisingly his stomach is extremely sensitive, along with the X's on his body. It's sort of the reason why he wears that big sweater. Not a single soul knows about it and he prefers to keep it that way.

E - How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

Whitty's moods come every blue moon so better take this chance while you still have it. If in a lee mood, he'll be more touchy and soft with you and while you're alone with him, he'll softly ask. But be sure to be gentle, he only wants to be cheered up (likely because of the whole running away from Updyke thing).

If Whitty wants to tickle then he'll just ask Skid or Pump if he could tickle them. They're really understanding kids and get what he's feeling and will gladly allow it. He's way too shy to ask anyone else and doesn't know how to show his feelings accordingly so Whitty just asks them. The bomb head is really soft with them too so Skid and Pump end up enjoying it too.

F - What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

He's rarely in them but when he is, people tend to try to stay on his good side. Whitty is very intimidating and once he chooses a victim, you might as well submit to your fate. Don't interrupt, don't talk to him, only know that if you distract him while he's going ham on his ler, you're next on his list.

G - How do they react to gentle tickles?

Very squirmy and jumpy, twitches at every sensation and if you surprise him, you might hear him squeak a little. Whitty isn't used to touch so even the slightest touch will send him into high gear.

H - As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

Whitty's reactions can get out of hand so he does his best to suppress them as much as possible. If you're tickling him, you'll likely see him with his face shoved in a pillow with his arms around his body. He's laughing like crazy but his body would be twitching and occasionally spasming. He makes an effort not to hurt you since he cares about you so much.

I - How well would they be able to handle a tickle interrogation?

Not very well, being interrogated is something that freaks him out severely. I've already emphasized his backstory a lot so if you want to interrogate him, take a gentle approach, that tells him you're just playing around. Whitty would act all uncompliant, saying you'll never make him take or whatever taunt to get you riled up. Then...the fun begins :D

J - What is their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

The feeling of trust and comfort with those he trusts. Whitty feels a stronger bond to them and feels closer to them. Trust is very important to him.

K - As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

Again he's not very experienced with tickling (although unknowingly good at it), he's very good at giving raspberries. Depending on who it is it's either he wants you about it or doesn't, no in-between. Whitty will throw one in just to hear you screech and thrash. He will also do this repeatedly until you're red and breathless. He will apologize profusely but always manages to repeat his mistake.

L - What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Very booming and electric guitar sounding, but strangely cute sometimes. If you get him in a good spot sometimes, he'll just laugh and laugh and laugh... It sounds almost melodic and you'll soon find yourself entranced until he wheezes for you to stop.

M - Their tickle behavior during mornings?

Whitty hardly even sleeps but when he does, he literally stands up while doing it. If you happen to tickle him while he's resting, he'll react pretty strongly and will likely punch you in the face out of reflex. He'll be extremely apologetic but warns you not to do it again...so yeah. But if he is awake than it's the same as all the other headcanons, but much more lethargic and gentle since he's so tired (man's is so scared of getting caught, he hardly sleeps 😔).

N - Their tickle behavior during nights?

The nighttime is where Whitty becomes much more active, scavenging for food and sneaking into the Underground and what not. He's strangely serious and knows he's even more vulnerable than before. But because of this, you decided to give him a good cheering up! Of course he's surprised and laughs like crazy but then scolds you for nearly outing him (despite nobody being around lol). If Whitty heard footsteps then you know he's gonna grab you to leg it outta there

O - Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

No. Homeboy doesn't even have access to a phone, let alone the internet. But if he happened to stumble upon the tickle community, he would be extremely overwhelmed and pledge to never visit that side of the internet. Ever. (bet that he found the weird side; nsfw and other weird shit 😣, which made him fr uncomfortable)

P - If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Definitely Skid and Pump. The two are very good at directions and always know where to find their lees, no matter how far they run. They keep watch over the lees vitals and inform Whitty that they need a break, which he gives. Skid n' Pump follows his commands and knows exactly what to do to get their victims screaming.

Q - Their response to the question ' are you ticklish'?

Answered here

R - Ler or ler, what is generally their main role?

Lee...usually. Whitty is far too docile to be the one who usually tickles so people tend to target him more. As a ler however, people say they get a sort of... different energy around him, mischief or mystery? They don't know 🤷‍♀️

S - If they were to suggest a safeword for a tickle session, which word will it be?

Something that the lee can easily remember and say! Whitty doesn't want to overstep on your boundaries so he'll make this abundant before he begins. If you can't figure one out (somehow...) then he'll choose one for you. It would be 'Cloud' because it reminds him of a certain individual and will instantly rip his hands away from you.

T - Their most favorite method of teasing their lee/ler?

He has considerably large fingers so you know that means he's gonna pull some sneaky shit with them. Whitty's gonna crawl slowly up their ribcage, poking between each bone before eventually digging his whole hand in there. As you can imagine, it tickles like hell and he's having way too much fun (if you're lucky, hell even count them, just to make sure you have all 24; very unlucky of you if you more than that lol)

U - Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

The palms of his hands are strangely sensitive which could explain why he keeps them in his pockets so frequently. Even light sensations like wind can be too much for him. People will often be confused when he jumps with a shaky grin and is practically rushing to put them away before anyone else notices.

V - As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Despite not being a ler much, Whitty would have to say Carol. She's so calm, sweet, and patient, everything that Whitty needs. He's incredibly comfortable around her and knows he can just bury his face into her chest and lie there as she gently rubs his head. He likes to encase Carol in his arms and tickle all over her body, hearing her soft giggles and squirming, despite not making any sort of attempt of escaping :)

W - What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

When Whitty first heard the word, he had no idea what it meant or how much it affected others so there was a period on time when he was going around and asking people what tickle meant, only to get the same confused, flustered answer (which wasn't really an answer it was just a sputter of words with a person's face redder than a tomato). Once he actually learned what it meant and experienced it first hand is when the embarrassment started. Whitty shuffles his feet and says it in a lower voice, not daring to make any sort of eye contact.

X - In a crossover AU, which other fandom character would be a fitting tickle fight opponent for them and why?

fuck I don't know man, I'm so sorry 😭💀

Y - Any personal self- or reader-insert tickle fantasy / headcanon to share with this character?

I want Whitty to pick me up and give me raspberries till' I'm squeaky, breathless, and limp. That's it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Authors note: I've been working on this for weeks so please don't think I've forgotten about you Az. I had a lot of fun with these and I hope you enjoy them just as much. So sorry for the wait! 🙏

#fnf tickling #ler whitty #lee whitty #whitty mod #friday night funkin #ask answered #anon?

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smileheart110 · 9 months ago

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This is amazing! I love this one a lot!!

The Bigger they are, The harder they fall

Writer’s note: Hey! this is my first ever fic, I have dabbled some in writing but I have never written a full on fic so I apologize if there is anything wrong with it. anyways, Enjoy! (yes this is my original fic, please do not take it as your own and if you are to reblog or repost it, please tag me. thank you!)

Summary; Skid and Pump had quickly become the most well known of the extended group of friends as the most teasy, mischievous, and energetic lers. They were definitely a force to be reckoned with. And they both had their eyes on the tallest, strongest of the group. A true challenge to bring down, and one they both wanted to hear laugh. Whitty. (Lee!Whitty and Ler!Pump&Skid)

Warning: Slight language

After the Lemon demon was defeated and all were saved, they began to hang out and visit one another more often, Pico, Keith, and occasionally even Carol would go with Whitty to the skate park or even do some graffiti with him, Gf would occasionally tag along but would also often spend more time with her parents. Skid and Pump were all over the place and visited everyone at the most random times, jumping in and occasionally even startling the others out of their previous activities.

The 2 were quickly known as the most mischievous and ones who would do anything to pull a good prank or 2. The only thing that could be matched with their love of pranks and adventure was their love of hearing their friends laugh.

And oh, how they tried, they did many things. From bad jokes, to silly stunts, to even tickling. And once they found out everyone in the gang was even a little ticklish they both wanted to exploit this new discovery to the fullest. And they did, whether they had reason or not.

Many times they would target Keith, Pico, or even each other from time to time. Mostly because they were around their size and easy to get to. Carol and Gf were also similar in height but they saw the boys more often. However, that didn’t mean the duo weren’t up for a challenge. Whitty for example;

Whitty was very tall, standing at only a single inch short of 9 feet, very tall and lanky with extreme strength and great self defense capabilities that his appearance would blind one from seeing at first sight. He was always calm and poker faced and he rarely smiled out of pure amusement. He was easily the tallest out of all of them. And, with Skid and Pump being the smallest of the whole group, that meant they were very much opposites. One would think it would be impossible for the 2 to take him down, especially long enough to successfully tickle him like they would the others.

And at first, yea, it was very difficult.

Until they discovered a new approach to it.

They first discovered this new technique while they had been visiting his place. They had stopped by on another one of their unexpected visits. At first, Whitty seemed a little bothered, but as it kept happening over and over and it seemed that no matter what he said or did, they always kept coming. He tried to keep polite about it but whenever he would win, he would get the kicked puppy look and they would slowly make their way out looking sad and dejected. Eventually, his guilt would take over and he would either let them stay or they would go and he wouldn’t even object to them the next time they came. Eventually, he just gave up trying all together and let them come and go as they please so long as they dont take or break anything.

However, this time when they came they seemed a little…different.

They were energetic and chatty as usual, but they seemed a little more giddy than usual, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched, a feeling he particularly hated. He let the 2 wander the living room a bit before they settled down on the couch, both shifting a little to get comfy. He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a large bag of Dorito chips and poured it into a bowl, making his way into the living room once more and placing it on the coffee table before setting up the Nintendo Switch and popping in Mario Kart, offering the other 2 one of the controllers. Pump went first against Whitty, it was a loser trade where the person that lost had to give it to the next person that had yet to play. In this case it was Whitty against Pump, who paid more attention to the scenery of the game then that actual race. Skid shouted, clearly hyped up, and stood up on the couch and began waving his arms in the direction he wanted Pump to go. The pumpkin head only occasionally took his advice as Whitty sat to the other end of the couch watching the 2 out of the corner of his eye with a smirk, he was clearly much farther ahead then Pump with him being in 2nd place and Pump being in 8th. The only reason why he wasn’t in 1st already was because of the stupid Metal Mario character, who was practically cheating, and wouldn’t let him pass and it was starting to get slightly annoying.

They went through a couple rounds, Whitty never losing while Skid and Pump passed it back and forth repeatedly. Though he noticed that, thankfully, they were no longer watching him so intently, that was a relief. He began to relax a bit, reminding himself that they were just children and he was much bigger and stronger than them. ‘C’mon, relax! They’re just children, stop being so paranoid.’ he thought to himself as he tried to focus more on the game then his own thoughts, he turned a sharp corner and nearly cursed when his avatar, Bowser Jr., almost went flying off the track. He managed to catch himself at the last second and made a slick recovery. However, hearing a sudden bark of a laugh paired with a whoop from the Spooky Duo didn’t make him feel so confident. He glanced at their side of the screen and noticed they had a blue spiked shell in their avatar’s hand. “Oh shit..” he muttered upon seeing it. Quickly, he slammed the breaks and let Metal Mario, someone he had just managed to pass, go ahead of him just as the shell went blazing by. He sighed with relief, glad it hadn’t hit him.

“Aww, c’mon! That was reserved just for you!” Skid blurted, though there was no real agitation behind his words, allowing Whitty to give him a smug smirk and said “I have been playin’ this for a while, kid, I have seen all the stunts you ever even hope to pull.” He kept his eyes glued on the screen, unaware of the glint in their eyes and the small snicker the two exchanged. “You have seen all the stunts we hope to pull, you said?” Skid asked while Pump was still snickering slightly to himself. “Tch, yea, that’s what I said.” He stated simply, not really paying attention to what they were trying to say. Until-

“Now!” “Wha- hey!” Thwump!

The 2 didn’t wait, the game unpaused and still running, they tackled Whitty against the couch, being careful not to hurt him. They had to act quick, they had to! Otherwise, they wouldn’t have any way of getting to him. Before he had time to utter a single syllable, they attacked. Pump and Skid quickly hopping onto his arms to keep them pinned to the couch, they were sill sitting up but he was stretched out enough he might as well have been laying down, and proceeded to quickly skitter their fingers everywhere they could reach; ribs, stomach, sides, neck, somehow under his arms, hips.

They moved quickly and held on for dear life, moving quickly and shifting their own body weight continuously, from sitting on his arms to his hips and at his side to just either side of him to both on one side-. They went everywhere they could, going all over the place so it would be harder for him to catch them or try to find a pattern and stop them. His laughter was loud, belly laughter. Though not unpleasant, he squirmed the best he could in an attempt to find some way to escape, but with them all over the place it was pretty difficult.

“BAHAHAhaha! Whahahat are yohou twoho dohoing?? Gehet off mehehe!”

“Its working! Keep going Pump!” Skid called excitedly. Their plan was working! They continued, unintentionally forming a bit of a pattern, but not enough for Whitty to keep up or be able to stop them. He pulled his arms in and attempted to hug himself to protect the majority of his torso from the brunt of it all. His legs kicked out behind the other 2, though he was consciously making sure he couldn’t risk their wellbeing, he had enough self control for that.

“Stahahahap geheht ohoff of mehehe!!” he laughed out, attempting to carefully push Pump away from his side while trying to fend off Skid from his stomach. The 2 only giggled with glee, proud in themselves that this was working, and ecstatic that they had finally managed to successfully find a way to tickle their Object headed friend silly.

Skid glanced down and an idea popped into his skull, lighting his eyes up with great glee and an idea. Glancing down he noticed that, during his squirming, Whitty’s hoodie had ridden up some, revealing the pitch black, quivering flesh beneath. This was perfect! Taking a deep breath, he wasted no time and plunged his face into that thin like of flesh, pulling his hoodie up a tad for more lee way, and blew.

And by God, the shriek that followed.

“SHAAAAAHAHAHA-! FAHAHACK OHOFF!!” he exclaimed, his laughter reaching a whole new pitch and in a newfound hysteria. Skid and Pump exchanged a look, man this was awesome!! No one had ever heard the bomb head laugh so hard! Skid proceeded to pepper more raspberries along his stomach, lifting his hoodie up some to spread around the love. Pump continued to tickle along Whitty’s ribs. Though, his curiosity got the best of him, he was aware that some people, like Keith for example, had ticklish hands, and other unusual places, maybe Whitty did too? It was a weird thought and definitely one only Pump would have had, but it was a thought nonetheless that he wanted to experiment on. He pressed a sweet spot into his ribs, earning a startled yelp and a hand planted into his chest in an attempt to push him away. Gently of course. But this gave Pump his window, dropping everything, he wrapped his legs around Whit’s arm for a better hold. Pulling his fingers back, gently of course, and fluttered his own fingers along the palm of his hand, from the ridge to the base.

“*snrk!* heheey! *snrk! *snrk!* Stahahap!!” Pump’s eyes widened, Whitty was snorting?? Oh my God, this child’s mind was blown. Skid had lessened the raspberries and had gone back to scribbling so that their bomb headed friend could go longer without reaching his limit, which explained why his laughter had calmed down some. Skid looked up in surprise and noticed what Pump was doing when an idea of his own came, he gestured for Pump to make a raspberry, The pumpkin headed kid was quick to catch on, before making his way further down the couch. Pump proceeded to bury his mouth into the center of Whitty’s palm. A sudden sort, slightly longer in duration that the previous, could be heard in response. Pump smiled and prepared to do it again when-

Quickly, it was soon followed by Whitty suddenly, bolting upright to emit an almost literal shriek before falling back clutching the couch in an attempt to not kick or struggle too much or hard, throwing his head back in absolute hysterics, his face a bright orange blush. Startled by the sudden reaction, he looked for Skid, finding him holding Whitty’s left ankle in a secure head lock, skittering his fingers along his sole. His other leg kicked out but, for the most part, hung off the side of the couch. There was a very evident struggle in the poor lee as he tried to keep from kicking anyone, or anything, out of reflex to the new found sensations. Pump smiled and, giving his hand one final raspberry, dove down to grab the other foot, giving it the same treatment as SKid was the left.

“FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Unable to form any coherent words or responses to this torment, Whitty was forced to just endure it, he tried to pull away, to break free somehow, but his strength had been dwindled down from earlier. Meaning, he was left to succumb to the maddening sensations at his feet. Throwing his head back as hysterical belly laughter poured from him as freely as a faucet.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Whitty! Heehee, your laugh is so loud!” Skid laughed, enjoying the reactions he was getting. “Heheh, yea! Especially when I do this!” Pump agreed, running his fingers under Whitty’s toes momentarily, earning a startled squeal before more peals of bellowing laughter followed. After what felt like an eternity, he felt their hands slow to a stop, releasing him and allowing him a breather. He had to admit, they were good at reading people, they must have noticed when he was beginning to reach his limit and had stopped just when he was really needing a break. He slumped into the couch, pulling his hood over his head, and pulling the laces so it closed around him, thus hiding the massive, practically glowing blush and face splitting smile there. Residual giggles and panting could, however, be easily heard. He pulled his feet away from them and bent his knees so as to tuck them underneath him best he could, his arms dropping onto the couch, going limp. The other 2 smile brightly. Yes, they had been keeping close watch. And both, the entire time in fact, had yet to hear him sound desperate or genuinely angry or upset. If anything, he almost sounded like he was enjoying himself. And the smile Skid could see through the small gap in his hood confirmed it.

“Heheh, that was fun! We should do that again some time!” Pump giggled with glee, clearly pleased. “Yea! That was fun! Be right back.” Skid said, getting up and making his way to the kitchen, coming back a few seconds later with a glass of cool water in hand, handing it to the exhausted object head that rested on the couch. Whitty sat up enough to be able to drink it, losing the rim of his hood so he could so.

“Hff hff.. Yohou both suhuck…” he panted, though both could tell there was no real malice in his voice. Upon being able to see his eyes, both smiled brightly. Why?

Because there was a glitter in them, one that reminded them of Keith, who was open about enjoying being tickled. Both could easily tell, seeing that glimmer alone, that he had enjoyed it. And Pump was the first to call it out.

“Heh, I can tell you liked it, Whits! You look so happy!”

He paused for a second and gulped down that last mouthful of water before correcting the pumpkin head.

“I did not like it!” he protested. Though, the deepening blush on his face told them otherwise.

Skid chuckled lightly, both still smiling brightly. “You go ahead and rest, Whitty, we’re gonna finish this round and make up all the lost time!”

As the 2 sat back down, recollecting the dropped controllers and continued playing, Whitty watched the screen closely as he grumbled to himself. That was humiliating! Taken down and rendered helpless by 2 measly children! Let alone taken down with only tickles! The ghostly after tickles were still there, but he ignored them, they weren’t as bad anymore and were tolerable. ‘But maybe….yea, maybe it… wasn’t so bad..’ he thought to himself, glancing down at the glass he had been given, now only half full.

…

Yea, he would never admit it. But yea, maybe it was a little fun.

But still, he wasn’t gonna show it. Not by a long shot.

He sat up, a new idea forming in his brain and a smirk with a whole new meaning to it forming on his lips. Slowly he edged his way towards the other 2, setting down his glass and cracking his knuckles as he did. Pump glanced up momentarily to notice this before freezing entirely, his eyes wide and a nervous smile forming on his face as he did. His avatar began to slow down and Skid noticed, “hey, what are you slowing down for, Pum-….oh….heh…h-hello…” Skid looked over and noticed the predatory grin on Whitty’s face as he now towered over them.

“U-um, heheh…..bye!” Skid squeaked, dropping his controller on the couch, grabbing Pump’s arm and attempted to get off the couch, to make a bolt for it. But was stopped when he felt an arm wrap around him, pulling both him and Pump into the awaiting lap of the Bomb head above. Pump let out a startled yelp upon the sudden and deft swoop. Both looking up with anticipation and nervousness in their eyes and smiles. And a devious one in Whitty’s.

“Heh, where do you 2 think you’re going? Oh no, you 2 aren’t going anywhere..” he curled his fingers to make faux claws, looming them over the 2 who now squirmed with anticipation. Oh, revenge was gonna be sweet! “Hope you two are ready, cuz you guys are gonna be stuck here for a long time.”

And he wasn’t joking. In fact, their squeals and laughter could be heard by pedestrians walking by for quite a while.

End!

Hope you enjoyed it! I am not sure of the quality of the end there. But still, hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for reading!

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jorgetomesantos · 8 years ago

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AVENIDA Q de Jeff Whitty

Tive a sorte de ver a produção da Broadway em 2004 e adorei. Quando li que ia estrear uma produção portuguesa deste musical, confesso que fiquei apreensivo e foi com algumas reservas que me dirigi ao Teatro da Trindade no passado sábado, mas também com algum excitamento e muita curiosidade.

Mas que bela surpresa eu tive! Não só adorei a produção, como achei que está ao nível da que vi na Broadway; atrevo-me até a dizer que gostei mais desta. Verdadeiramente imperdível!

Podem ler a minha opinião sobre esta peça no meu blog JORGE VAI AO TEATRO: http://jorgevaiaoteatro.blogspot.pt/2017/02/avenida-q-de-jeff-whitty_21.html

#teatro #teatro musical #critica de teatro #musicals #avenida q

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pretend-you-never-saw-me · 2 years ago

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could,,,,, could we get some carol or whitty tiggles,,, por favor,,,,

Sure bestie, i love the big ol guy! No Ler Carol, sorry bestie, it’s Hexmore hours :)

#lee!whitty #Ler!hex #the bros!!! the gays!#this is also an older one I touched up for ya!#idk if I like the expressions much but It is cute #Ft. my hand writing!! lol #fnf tickling

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yallmakemyassitch · 2 years ago

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HELLO sorry I fell asleep like 30 minutes after raiding your inbox but uhhhh

I have a lot of lee whitty (and I mean a l o t of lee whitty) hcs, sunday hcs cause no one even mentions her existence in the tickle community, a few carol hcs, and some ler hex hcs (i just personally hc him as not ticklish lol sorry)

Sooo take your pick djkdhf

Can I take them all?

(but on a serious note, some whitty headcanons would be nice ✨)

#ask answered

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yallmakemyassitch · 3 years ago

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How about ler! Whitty tickling Lee!Bf because he annoyed him too much >:3 HEHEHE

Requests are closed at the moment, feel free to request later on! Thank you :3

#ask answered #anon

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wolfling06 · 4 years ago

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The Bigger they are, The harder they fall

Warning: Slight language

And at first, yea, it was very difficult.

Until they discovered a new approach to it.

However, this time when they came they seemed a little...different.

They were energetic and chatty as usual, but they seemed a little more giddy than usual, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched, a feeling he particularly hated. He let the 2 wander the living room a bit before they settled down on the couch, both shifting a little to get comfy. He made his way into the kitchen and pulled out a large bag of Dorito chips and poured it into a bowl, making his way into the living room once more and placing it on the coffee table before setting up the Nintendo Switch and popping in Mario Kart, offering the other 2 one of the controllers. Pump went first against Whitty, it was a loser trade where the person that lost had to give it to the next person that had yet to play. In this case it was Whitty against Pump, who paid more attention to the scenery of the game then that actual race. Skid shouted, clearly hyped up, and stood up on the couch and began waving his arms in the direction he wanted Pump to go. The pumpkin head only occasionally took his advice as Whitty sat to the other end of the couch watching the 2 out of the corner of his eye with a smirk, he was clearly much farther ahead then Pump with him being in 2nd place and Pump being in 8th. The only reason why he wasn’t in 1st already was because of the stupid Metal Mario character, who was practically cheating, and wouldn’t let him pass and it was starting to get slightly annoying.

“Aww, c’mon! That was reserved just for you!” Skid blurted, though there was no real agitation behind his words, allowing Whitty to give him a smug smirk and said “I have been playin’ this for a while, kid, I have seen all the stunts you ever even hope to pull.” He kept his eyes glued on the screen, unaware of the glint in their eyes and the small snicker the two exchanged. “You have seen all the stunts we hope to pull, you said?” Skid asked while Pump was still snickering slightly to himself. “Tch, yea, that's what I said.” He stated simply, not really paying attention to what they were trying to say. Until-

“Now!” “Wha- hey!” Thwump!

“BAHAHAhaha! Whahahat are yohou twoho dohoing?? Gehet off mehehe!”

And by God, the shriek that followed.

“Hff hff.. Yohou both suhuck…” he panted, though both could tell there was no real malice in his voice. Upon being able to see his eyes, both smiled brightly. Why?

“Heh, I can tell you liked it, Whits! You look so happy!”

He paused for a second and gulped down that last mouthful of water before correcting the pumpkin head.

“I did not like it!” he protested. Though, the deepening blush on his face told them otherwise.

Skid chuckled lightly, both still smiling brightly. “You go ahead and rest, Whitty, we’re gonna finish this round and make up all the lost time!”

…

Yea, he would never admit it. But yea, maybe it was a little fun.

But still, he wasn’t gonna show it. Not by a long shot.

He sat up, a new idea forming in his brain and a smirk with a whole new meaning to it forming on his lips. Slowly he edged his way towards the other 2, setting down his glass and cracking his knuckles as he did. Pump glanced up momentarily to notice this before freezing entirely, his eyes wide and a nervous smile forming on his face as he did. His avatar began to slow down and Skid noticed, “hey, what are you slowing down for, Pum-....oh….heh...h-hello...” Skid looked over and noticed the predatory grin on Whitty’s face as he now towered over them.

And he wasn’t joking. In fact, their squeals and laughter could be heard by pedestrians walking by for quite a while.

End!

Hope you enjoyed it! I am not sure of the quality of the end there. But still, hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you for reading!

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