#the owl house tickling

[thebest-medicine]

Prompt 48 - "You would think you'd get less ticklish as you got older, but you're the opposite!"maybe with Eda & Raine from The Owl House,or epilogue Lumity?

Prompt 48 - “You would think you'd get less ticklish as you got older, but you're the opposite!"

A/N: awww yes I love this for them so much omg! Thanks!

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“Wow really?” Raine teased. “Right here, huh?” They curled their fingers devastatingly into Eda’s upper ribs on one side, her side on the other. “Or… is it everywhere?” They smirked.

“NeheheheHEHHE RAHAINE! Cut it OOHOHOUT!” Eda squealed, toppling backwards into her nest, and further into the clutches of her tickler.

Raine made a pleased little sound as Eda fell back against them. They wrapped their arms more tightly around her and noted. “You would think you’d get less ticklish as you got older, but I think you’re the opposite!”

“Nahhh- hahaHA- no wahahAHAY!” Eda snorted, gripping onto Raine’s wrists as they tickled away at her sides and ribs.

“Don’t deny it!” Raine tutted. “Think I can’t tell how bad this tickles?” They suddenly darted both hands up under her arms, making Eda shriek with laughter.

Just when Eda almost managed to get a grip on Raine’s arm, they moved their hands down to squeeze her hips. Eda cackled, kicking her legs into the air.

“Nonononohohohoho- Rahahahahaine! Ahahaha-! Stahahahahahop it!” Eda wheezed, grinning widely as she laughed.

Raine did give her a break, then. They patted down her wild hair, drawing her in close to cuddle in the nest. Eda laid against their chest and sighed, catching her breath in a content snuggle.

Before she found herself nodding off, Eda peeked up at Raine and added. “I will get you back for this. Don’t forget.”

Raine blushed a little at that, smiling at their partner.

Eda winked, then nodded off to sleep just as quickly as she had spoken. Raine got comfortable and sought rest a little more slowly, enjoying the sound of Eda’s gentle breathing almost as much as they had enjoyed hearing her laughter.

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[ticklishfizzy]

Hunter Noceda headcanons?

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. YES MY BABY BOY *cough* sorry but yes, yes I will give you those my lovely anon! ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Warnings: Tickling (obv) ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Hunter Noceda ♡ Lee ♡ ---------- ♡ Main ler is Luz, but Willow and Gus get him every so often. ♡ Didn't know what tickling was and Luz was APALLED. ♡ He was quickly given a demonstration and rest assured HE KNOWS NOW. ♡ His neck and ribs are his worst spots. ♡ DENY DENY DENY. Call him cute? DENY. Call him a nickname? DENY. Call him literally anything or tease him about anything in the universe? DENY DENY DENY. ♡ Ears are his melt spot, he will be a very happy camper if they're even touched. ♡ Poor guy is so touch-starved he'll take any form of affection, which includes tickling. ♡ His ears go red when he's flustered. ♡ CANNOT SIT STILL. He might love it but don't be fooled, he will still fight for his life. ♡ Has accidentally hit a few people, watch out for flailing limbs. ♡ Cannot handle being pinned down so tickle hugs are your best shot at not getting hit. ♡ Blushes very very very easily and is the easiest lee to fluster. ♡ Like wiggle your fingers at him and he's gone. ♡ His giggles are the sweetest sound, everyone hearing them for the first time had to do a double take because they don't sound like something that would come out of his mouth. ♡ Will snort and hates it with a burning passion. ♡ Baby-talk type teases will just kill him, he's dead at that point. ♡ Doesn't have a favorite ler, but if he had to choose it'd be Luz. ♡ Prefers gentle tickles to rougher ones. ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Let it be known I am very behind and have not watched all of TOH, I'm going off of my current knowledge (I'm trying to finish it I'm just at a sad part.) •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

[autisticallyasexual]

Hunter tickle headcannons (toh)

he's such a teasy ler

he's really gentle but'll target your worst spot

he's great at aftercare

he's such a squirmy squeaky lee

so cute as a lee

will cuddle with w after is tickled

[hyper-pie]

Raeda tickle headcanons?!?!

KK!

its been a while since i did this and saw the show so im a bit rusty

yall might be unimpressed by my takes though.

Eda!:

she is mostly not ticklish besides her palms, cheeks and ears.

on a bad day some gentle traces to her palm can get a snort from her.

as a ler she is very very very playfull, listens to yes and no when it comes to tickling. but it isnt on her mind that much unless it comes up.

Reine:

Ticklish everywhere lol but only some places get a laugh like their knees, armpits and ribs

same as Eda it only comes up in playfull moments or moments when either person is in need of comfort. they consider it bonding but not a day to day thing.

[keypaws]

it’s cannon. ticklish hunter in the credits of thanks to them 🥰

[gayspiderman]

[lopsicle]

••The Only Time I Ever See Him••

AN: Surprise @fictitious-fluff , I’m getting a bit of deja vu here!! Apologies, I had to sub in since your original Squealing Santa had to drop out, so I’m sorry this is later than normal! The prompts you left behind were super cute and I hope you enjoy this fic!!

Characters: Lee! Hunter, Ler! Willow.

Summary: After hallucinating in the Noceda family bathroom, Hunter ends up in a bit of a panicking tiff. Luckily, Willow is there to help him.

Warnings: SFW tickle fic, hallucinations, hurt/comfort.

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He was there. Hunter had seen him, saw them actually, two people. Awoken by some branches scraping at the walls of the Noceda residence, Hunter was already on edge as he creaked his way upstairs to investigate the low, scratching noise. Every step he took felt like he was about to trod on a rattlesnake, the house felt like one big bear trap like this, alone and isolated in the cover of night. It reminded him of how he used to sneak out of the castle with Flapjack; he found it difficult to get out of the mindset that one wrong step, incorrect turn or loud noise would result in the loss of his best friend. Hunter took in a deep breath as he scoured through the house, occasionally lingering in the doorway of his friend’s bedrooms just to make sure they were okay. He considered checking on Miss Camila too, but something about bothering her rubbed him the wrong way, nerves clamming up as he reached towards her door handle.

He shook his head. He shouldn’t bother her. Though, his nerves were still jittery, like there was some monster under her skin waiting to burst out at any second. Water. He needed some water. Flicking on the light to the bathroom, Hunter immediately made his way over the sink, spinning the faucet until a geyser of cool water began spilling out. He wetted his hands before leaning down and splashing them against his face. Then, Hunter barely opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, as if to check that he was was still here. And that’s when he saw him. Them, in fact, two of them.

Belos came first, not the horrific monster that resembled something of a Lovecraft book, but the kind, gentle uncle he had once knew. The one with an injured streak of green magic scarring his face, and silver hair that had been aged with wisdom and a necessity to survive. Hunter barely recalled Belos talking about his injury, the one supposedly caused by wild magic, though Hunter had no way of deciphering truth and deceit from his mouth anymore.

“We are kin, Hunter, our scars are a permanent reminder of our failures. They’ll remind us to keep pushing forward, but also that we will always be united.”

What was once a comforting speech about how Hunter could always rely on his uncle now just served to remind him that his blood was running through his veins. If that even was how Grimwalkers worked, who knew what other vile things Belos had to do to make his body. The memory flashed through his mind like an icicle had crashed through his spine, just the thought of how willingly and stupidly he helped his uncle in the past was enough to send him stumbling away from Belos’ cold, sadistic gaze. His hand struck upwards to his face as his fingers involuntarily traced the scar on his chin, the fingerprint of Belos.

The next face was his own, the mask that had been sewn onto him since birth. A man who he never knew existed until just a month or so ago, yet had dictated his entire life. Caleb. He seemed tired, exhausted and if Hunter squinted, he could’ve sworn that Caleb looked disappointed in him. How could he not be? The last of the Grimwalkers, all of those people, all of those murdered and it all lead up to just him. Sure, Belos was dead but it wasn’t like Hunter believed that, that monster would find a way to cling to life for even a few more seconds no matter the depraved cost. He hadn’t won or defeated Belos, he was trapped in another world, although the human world somehow felt comfortable. Maybe he just didn’t have anything for him back in the Isles, except for Darius, or maybe it was the Caleb in him talking, happy to finally be back home.

Hunter yelped pathetically, barely finding his voice as he tucked his head to the side, staring away from the mirror. Clutching the sides of his hair while his torso shook and jittered slightly, Hunter took in deep breaths as well as he could, trying to copy it how Luz taught him. They were far from perfect but they calmed him down just enough to barely able to just barely open one of his eyes and look back in the mirror.

It was just him, a few feet away from the mirror from jumping back, hunched over with his hands on the sides of his head. Hunter grimaced, really missing that masked confidence right about now. He blinked a few times, making sure that it was really him and not Caleb. Satisfied that he was no longer seeing things, Hunter slowly rose back to his normal stature and got ready to le-

“Hunter?” A soft voice called from the doorway, though it felt like a shock to his heart. Hunter jumped back once more, startled like a deer, and turned to face where the voice had came from. There stood Willow, who was just rubbing her eyes groggily but had flinched back at Hunter’s reaction, a little stunned herself. A few moments passed in silence as Hunter felt like his tongue was stolen, not exactly sure what to say. Eventually though, Willow stepped into the room, a look of confused sympathy in her eyes.

“What are you doing up still? Are you alright?” She asked, her voice was quiet, not just to ensure that she wouldn’t wake the others.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Hunter decided, avoiding that last question. Willow didn’t seem to mind but she could feel more conceal bubble in her gut.

“I saw that my bedroom door was left open, and then I heard someone scream in here,” she explained, each of her words clear and slow. Hunter nodded in a grimace recollection.

“Oh, right, that was me-both of those things were..” he then turned his face away, finding the floor more interesting. Willow stepped forward with a soft smile, lightly leaning against the wall.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” she then slid down the wall and repositioned herself to have her back pressed up against it, with her legs crossed. She patted the spot next to her and after a moment of thinking, Hunter steadily sat beside her, hugging her legs to his chest. He remained silent though, chin resting atop his knees as he stared idly forward, though Willow kept her attention on him.

“Did something happen?” She asked, easily slipping into the role of being a comforter. Hunter only managed a small hum of agreement to that question.

“Wanna talk about it?” Willow then followed up with, a light question, one which Hunter could easily back out of or lean into though. He choose the former though, just shaking his head. Willow felt her face soften, a strong sense of empathy running through her as she could only imagine what was going on with Hunter. Luckily, she knew a full proof fix to any emotional problem!

“Want a hug?” She offered, opening her arms just a little as she scooted a little to face him. It took a Hunter a moment of consideration, fear filling him like bile until he delicately allows himself to be taken into Willow’s arms. His arms found themselves clinging to the back of her neck, while hers secured his lower back. Hunter’s body was mostly draped over Willow’s warm legs, her whole body was warm actually, like a blanket on a winter day. Hunter breathed in, finally remembering what Luz told him, in for four seconds, out for four seconds and repeat. Willow took note of what he was doing and copied him, not wanting him to do it alone.

“Thanks, captain,” Hunter mumbled quietly once he was finally level headed again. Willow’s smile appeared a little brighter as Hunter looked up to stare at her. She began rubbing circles onto his back, and Hunter immediately returned the smile.

“Don’t thank me yet, you know, there is a price to these hugs,” Willow grinned, something sly appear in her eyes, the same look she’d house whenever she was scheming with Gus. Hunter’s brow furrowed in confusion, though he enjoyed the more playful tone the conversation was now shifting towards.

“Oh, and what would that be?” He asked, trying his best to play into whatever game Willow was playing right now. Suddenly, her grip on him tightened, practically scooping him closer to her from her hold on his back. Hunter squeaked as he stumbled over, ending up sitting on Willow’s lap, hands still messily clinging to her neck.

“Your laughter!” Willow exclaimed before her fingers greedily shot into Hunter’s sides, scraping about against his torso through the fragile fabric of his shirt. Hunter’s grip onto Willow immediately tightened, it probably wasn’t the best idea to cling onto the person tickling him, but something about it felt natural, like the right thing to do. Eyes widening, small laughter began to crackle out of his mouth, it came out in a disjointed manner, as if this was the first time he had ever laughed.

“Pffha-Wi-Wihihillow!!” He squeaked out, rooting his feet into the floor as his body became more rigid, doing her best not to make a fool of himself by squirming around. Willow grinned, spidering and skittering her nails across the lengths of his tummy, jabbing her nails into the pudgy skin every now and then.

“Aww, that is the cutest laughter I’ve ever heard!” Willow teased him, though she felt a bit of a blush form on her face, she was just glad Hunter didn’t notice as his entire face reddened at the praise, even getting a bit louder because of that.

“Aha-hahaha, I-I dohohohn’t-!!” Hunter couldn’t even got a full sentence out before squealing, his legs bucking as their placement became more wobbly. He fell forward, leaning against Willow with his cheek pressed against her chest. Seizing the opportunity, Willow reached both of her hands over to Hunter’s exposed right side before squeezing them playfully, prompting a few yelps from Hunter as he flailed about against her.

“Careful, Hunter,” Willow spoke in a chastising tone, “you don’t wanna wake up anyone else by being too loud, do you?” Somehow, Hunter’s face felt even more hot as he his heart thumped out of his chest. Taking her advice, he buried his face in her shoulder, trying to stifle all his squeals and laughter. Willow then crawled her fingers down to his hips, lightly tapping and pinching against them, causing Hunter to buck about in her arms.

“Thihihis is-cruhuhuel!” Hunter called out playfully, jerking about from side to side at the touch of Willow’s hands. The poor boy couldn’t even show his scarlet face, all he could really do was keep on laughing away in Willow’s arms. Willow just stared down at him adoringly, watching Hunter just melt away into giggles as he clung onto her. She began pressing her thumbs into his hips with more force, squishing her fingers down against her body, earning a few loud shrieks and cackles into her shoulder.

“Oh come on, you know you love it!” Willow smirked down at him, to which Hunter was only, barely able to meet her gaze, losing the will to speak. His eyes appeared weakly opened, sparkling with joy normally only seen in childhood, as if all of his problems were forced out with his laughter. Hunter could barely keep a hold on Willow, though he wasn’t squirming that much now, half because he didn’t want to get away and half because the poor boy was just too tired for it. As much as Willow adored this side of Hunter, one of the rare, fleeting moments that he wasn’t troubled by a need to survive, she could also recognise just how winded he was getting already. Rasping and gasping for breath, going red in the face, laying against her like a rock ready to sink down in a river, that was all it took for Willow’s fingers to begin lightening their assault, delivering a few more pinches to his sides to keep him all giggly.

Willow held Hunter as he remained in her arms, lightly rocking with each deep inhale he took. When his face returned to a lighter shade, he managed to face Willow, a little unsure of himself. Willow noticed and figured to lead.

“You feeling okay? Want some water?” She offered, to which he shook his head, already feeling more than satisfied.

“No-no, it’s okay-thanks Captain…for all of that,” Hunter added that last bit in an embarrassed mumble, barely able to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Willow just giggled adoringly at his behaviour.

“You wanna go back to bed?” Willow prompted him, but surprisingly, his grip on her didn’t loosen. He shook his head against her shoulder.

“Actually…would you mind if we-stayed like this..for a bit?” Hunter asked, though his tone wasn’t dripping with sadness, Willow had done a thorough job at tickling that out of him. He sounded more…comfortable, a similar feeling as to earning the trust of a stray cat. Willow’s smile remained bright on her first as she kept a tight hold on Hunter, like a teddy.

“Of course we can.”

[gaybananabread]

Tickletober 29 ler Willow, lee Amity(belly button/tummy, boo shirt outfit)

TickleTober Day 29 - Magic

~Oooh, been a sec since I’ve written anything TOH. It was a bit of a challenge to get back into their swing of things, but I like how this turned out. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Amity

Ler: Willow

Summary: Amity’s in a lee mood, all her usual helpers not around to aid her. Luckily, Willow is there to lend a couple helping hands. Or rather, helping vines…

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Amity’s knee bounced in front of her as she sat on the couch, trying to appear somewhat normal. She’d been in one of those moods the whole morning, but Luz and Hunter had gone to the library for a comic signing. The two had been spending more time together, and Amity was all for it. It just made things harder for her at that moment.

Willow walked in then, carrying some lemonade she and Vee had made. It was just the powder stuff, but they’d added some blueberry juice as well. “Hey, Amity! You want some lemonade?”

“O-oh, sure.” She smiled as she took the drink, trying to stop her jitters. It was no use, though; her knee was bouncing again the moment she took her mind off it.

“Are you okay? You look…fidgety.” Willow sat beside her friend, her brows slightly pinched in concern. Amity usually wasn’t an antsy person, but she knew how far she’d let her problems spiral if they weren’t confronted head-on.

“I’m fine, Willow. Just…one of those days.” She wasn’t technically lying; it was one of “those” days, though she didn’t specify what “those” meant. The blue-haired girl wasn’t going to let that vague answer slide.

“Yeah, no. What’s going on?” Her tone was firm, yet caring. It made Amity feel a little guilty for hiding something so innocent from her, though the thought of saying it out loud made her stomach do a flip.

“Fine. I’m…” Amity sighed, feeling her face start to heat up. Her blush wasn’t full-tomato level yet, but it was still visible. “I’m in a lee mood, and Luz is out with Hunter today. I’m happy they’re getting along, but…well. Yeah.”

“Oooh, that’s all?” Willow smiled softly at that, an idea already forming in her mind. It had been a while since she’d done anything like that with Amity, but then seemed as good a time as any to take that next step in their rekindled friendship. “Want some help?”

Amity blinked, feeling the rest of her face pinken. Ugh, why did she have to blush so easily when she was in moods? “U-uhm, sure? Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Trust me, it’s no problem.” The girl raised her hand, a green ring lighting as she summoned a handful of vines. Amity’s face burned at the sight of them, a giddy feeling rising in her stomach. Oh Titan…

“W-Wihillow, wait-” Amity’s half-hearted protest was quickly cut off by her own giggles, a vine wiggling on the thin tank-top beneath her “Boo” shirt. The small plant was somehow very good at tickling, immediately making her squirm and giggle like a child.

“Wow, still works on you, huh?” Willow giggled as she watched Amity’s reaction, conjuring up a few more little vines to toy with the girl. It had been a long time since she’d been able to use the silly technique on the Blight, but it still worked perfectly.

“Y-yehehes!” Amity didn’t see a point in lying, leaning back on the couch as her fellow witchling’s magic continued to attack her. Willow followed her down, sending the extra vines to her personal favorite spot: Amity’s underarms.

“NAHAHAHHAHO! *snort* OHOHO MYHY TIHIHIHITAHAN!” The purple-haired girl was not expecting Willow to go for her worst spot so soon. The vines snuck under the warm fabric of her purple sweater, attacking the exposed skin beneath her arms. The black tank-top she was wearing beneath it did absolutely nothing to protect them.

“King’s not here right now, sorry. Just us,” Willow teased, sneaking a few jabs to the girl’s sides with her hand. Sure, she was using her magic already to be evil, but a few little pokes here and there wouldn’t hurt. “You still snort, too.”

“WIHIHILLOHOHOW!” Like she hadn’t noticed she snorted, the bully. Despite that, Amity was massively enjoying the tickling; the annoying buzzing in her stomach was gone, replaced with the chaotically blissful sensation of tickles.

“Yes?” She tilted her head innocently, acting like she had no idea what was going on.

Amity would’ve whined about that, but she was too busy laughing her head off to get anything other than the essentials out. Having your most ticklish spot attacked tends to make it kinda hard to talk.

“I-IHIT TIHIHICKLES! *snort* GYAHAHAHAHA!” Amity kicked her feet as a new vine settled on her stomach, that one teasing her navel. Willow narrowly dodged a foot to the face, holding back a few laughs of her own.

“Well, duh. That’s kinda the point, Amity.” Willow rolled her eyes fondly, acting exasperated at the statement. She might have been having more fun teasing Amity than actually tickling her. “You were dying for some, so that’s what I’m giving you, silly. Did you forget?”

“N-NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! *snort* MOHOHOVE!” Amity shook her head as she cackled, pleading with the young witch beside her. She could only take so much under her arms, and she wasn’t done with the tickling yet.

“Alright, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” Willow’s words were full of sass, but she did as she was asked, focusing in on the Blight’s belly. The two vines under her arms receded, disappearing into Willow’s sleeves. Only the two on her stomach remained, soon joined by the blue-haired girl’s hands.

“G-geheheez, Wihillow! Youhuhu’re mehehehean,” Amity whined, sucking in air between giggles. Her face was on fire with her signature blush, making it difficult to take anything she said seriously.

“I wouldn’t say I’m mean. Just efficient.” Willow giggled as she said it, spidering five fingers on either side of her tummy. Meanwhile, the vine in her navel continued to wiggle about, pulling little squeaks and the occasional hiccup out of the witchling. The vine that was in the middle of her stomach had moved, twirling lazily across her side.

“Thahahat’s nohot ahahahany behehetter!” Unable to hold back any longer, Amity grabbed Willow’s wrists and gave them a little shove. She wasn’t done quite yet, but she couldn’t keep her arms up.

“Oh, here: lemme help you with that.” With a smirk, Willow sent the vine on Amity’s side up, coiling it around her wrists and hoisting them above her head. There wasn’t any pressure, but she made sure Amity couldn’t escape the hold.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t ahahahask!” Amity weakly tugged at her wrists, her eyes silently thanking Willow for the help. She didn’t have to worry about holding back her squirms anymore, thrashing and twisting in the vine’s hold.

“Didn’t have to. I’m just that good, Blight,” she taunted, suddenly vibrating both of her hands into the girl’s stomach. Amity kicking out, squealing before dissolving into a wicked giggle-fit.

“GYEEEEHEHehehehehe! Wihihillohohow *hic* nohohoho!” Amity shook her head, little tears of mirth beading in the corners of her squeezed eyes. She couldn’t keep them open any longer, just blindly giggling beneath her friend.

Willow took that as a good sign to stop, slowly switching from tickles to gentle belly rubs. She dispelled the remaining vines, her magic slowly receding back into her. “You okay? Want some water?”

“Y-yeheheah, and yehes plehehease.” Amity took a few deep, giggly breaths as she recovered, relaxing from the soothing rubs. Willow was surprisingly good at tickle aftercare; then again, Willow was good at a lot of things.

“‘Kay. Be right back, tomato face.” Willow got one last crack in before heading to the kitchen, leaving Amity’s mouth agape. She wasn’t that red…

Oh, who was she kidding. She was as red as a sunburnt ghost.

Willow returned with a nice glass of ice-cold water, which Amity happily gulped down. The little cubes of ice clinked in the glass as she finished it, promising some more hydration when they melted a bit. Amity set the cup aside before meeting Willow’s gaze, her face somehow burning even brighter.

“H-hey, uhm…thank you for that, Willow. It really helped.” Amity’s voice was a little light from embarrassment, but she didn’t break eye-contact once as she spoke. “You’re a good friend.”

Willow beamed at the praise, a happy smile lighting up her already-cheery face. “Aww, thanks, Amity! I’m glad you trusted me with it.”

“Of course; you’re awesome.” Amity straightened herself out on the couch, scooting a little closer to her friend. Willow immediately met her in the middle, the two teens leaning against each other in a half-cuddle.

Amity sighed happily, relishing in the giddiness and warmth she felt in that moment. She’d have to ask for Willow’s help more often…

[nerdykorgi]

some fanart of Werewalker Hunter from the amazing fic "The Golden Brother" by @captainmera

I love this fic so much, its so much fun to read and the writing is so good i just askncfhtuydbavhurejfdb

Mera does such a good job at writing each character and im very excited to see where the story goes :D

also sketch of Hunter in the mindscape with Caleb, artemis, and the selkiedomus

i am a sucker for dad Caleb content and this fic gives me life i swear to titan he makes me feral

Anyways I hope you like it Mera! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

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They also have a really cool comic called "In Blood We Rise" and its rlly cool and u should rlly go read it 👀

[fictitious-fluff]

I MADE IT IN TIME. (I think)

Merry Christmas @lopsicle! I was your secret santa :D

Gotta say, I'm actually quite happy how this fic turned out, and it's one of my first times writing for the owl house XD (also I was looking through ur blog and love ur writing) With that, I hope that you enjoy the little fic!

Tysm to @cantsaythetword for hosting this year's @squealing-santa! I rly enjoyed it ^^

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You're never alone

Fandom: The Owl House

Pairings: Huntlow

Summary: Willow offers to provide a little assistance so Hunter can sleep. It reminds him of his old companion Flapjack.

Word count: 1.1k

Masterpost

"The titan has big plans for you..."

"NO!" Hunter jolted upright, drenched in cold sweat. The memories of his past coming to haunt him in his slumber. His eyes darted around the room, taking everything in. It was 2am in the morning, his shark plushie was sitting on his left, the bed was soft and comfortable. Slowly, he began to relax and ground himself.

He was safe. At home. With Willow.

"Hunter?" Naturally, Willow had been startled awake. Propping herself up, she stared sympathetically, knowingly. "...another nightmare?"

He slumped down. Curling on himself. He turned his head right to face Willow. "Yeah. It was...pretty bad today"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Silence hung around the room. The whirling of the fan more notable now. The subtle shifting of the blankets. Their own breathing. It stayed that way for a couple of minutes before Willow finally spoke up.

"Would you be able to sleep?"

Hunter shrugged.

Willow's gaze lingered, unsure of what to do. After another moment of silence, a memory started to surface.

"Quihit ihittt. You're gohonna wake up Guhuhus!"

Willow had been woken up by the clicking sounds of the basement door, and what seemed to be the lights of the nearby bathroom. Unluckily, or in this case luckily, she had slept with her room door open. Willow preferred to have natural ventilation instead of aircon. And if not for that, she wouldn't have seen this adorable sight. Admittedly, she probably shouldn't have lingered at the door. Or open it in the first place. However, she just couldn't stop looking once she had overheard some noise and peaked into the basement.

A quiet little chirp could be heard. And Hunter immedietly shushed them, semi-whispering to his fellow companion.

"Shh shhhhhh. What do you mean it's my fault if he wakes up? You're the one- don't you dare start that agai- no. You're the one tIHICkling mehee. Stahaahap nooohoo!"

There was Flapjack, flapping his small red wings next to Hunter's ears and neck. While Hunter trying, and failing, to catch them. When Gus started tossing a bit in his sleep, Hunter slapped his hands across his mouth instead. Thankfully, Flapjack soon let up.

"Ihi swehear... Nehever do this again while my friends are asleep."

A chirp.

"Well-! Yeah I know I said it helped when you did it last time I couldn't sleep, but I'm literally sharing a room with someone else!"

Another chirp.

"What do you mean you don't see a problem???"

"Uh... Willow? You alright there?" Hunter waved his hands in front of Willow.

"Oh! Sorry. I was just...deep in thought." Willow replied. "If you still can't sleep, I think I could help you. Only if you're alright with it."

Tilting his head slightly, he questioned, "Okay... What do you mean?"

"Would it help if I tickled you? Gently, of course."

Hunter spluttered, eyes widened. A faint blush sprouting near his cheeks. "That's a bit out of nowhere isn't it?" He laughed awkwardly, voice cracking. Starting to fidget with his fingers.

Willow hastily clarified, "If you'd rather not we can just-"

"No! No it- it's alright. I...didn't say no... I mean, I did just say no, but- I was referring to... What I meant to say is that I didn't mean to imply a no to... what you asked." He paused. The very prominent heat in his cheeks were making themselves at home by this point. Breathe in, breathe out. Calm down. "I've just never really had anyone, um, do it to me before. And my own laugh is, weird. But... Flapjack used to do it when I couldn't sleep too. In the past."

"I know. That's why I offered." Willow responded instinctively, smiling softly. "And you're laugh is not 'weird'."

"Yes it- Wait. You kne-? What- How?"

That's when she realised she probably shouldn't have mentioned that first part. "Uh- I may have accidentally stumbled across it before." Now it was her turn to laugh awkwardly.

Before Hunter could question further, Willow continued. "Well it's getting late and we should get back to sleeping soon so... My offer still stands."

The third moment of silence for the night filled the room. Hunter shifted for a bit. His eyes flickered to Willow, her hand and the floor. The still atmosphere was eventually broken when Hunter wordlessly leaned against Willow. Crossing his arms and averting his gaze to the side.

She looked down at him in adoration before beginning. Her hand fluttered next to his left ear, earning a small gasp and a stifled laugh. She continued by tracing around the rims and the back of his ear. He leaned further onto Willow as the gentle sensations continued.

"Did I ever mention how cute you are?"

"Oho tihitahn." Hunter's blush deepened. He was now perpetually grinning. And, it didn't seem all that forced.

Willow continued. Her hands wandering down to his neck. Brushing teasing strokes at the back and occasionally using her nails. Not letting Hunter's body get used to the same sensation for too long.

Hunter scrunched his shoulders involuntarily. His body contradicting his heart. Remaining still proved to be impossible for him. As laughter threatened to spill out of his mouth, he tried biting down on his lips. Using his hands to cover his face too. Though this was shown to be difficult when Willow suddenly switched to his sides. Spidering up and down, as well as tracing small shapes.

Willow would have commented more on his adorable behaviours, but decided to stay content in the silence. Bathing in the little slips of laughter from Hunter instead.

In the end, he resorted to burying his head into Willow's shoulders. Muffled giggles could be heard. Everytime he tried to squirm away, he was just met with Willow's body blocking him from moving further. When he started sliding down, Willow would just hoist him back up into her arms. Her fingers continuing to skitter around his sides.

As she went back to a spot behind his ears, Hunter slowly melted into a puddle. Eyes heavy. Heart happy. While easing up, Willow lifted up her free hand and began to run it through his soft hair. Just a heartwarming sight.

It had been a while since he felt this at peace. It always helped not being able to process anything else, other than how much it tickled. Now with the added factor that he felt loved by someone else. It was funny how before all of this his mind was clouded and full of anxiety.

But at least he didn't have to deal with it alone.

[thebest-medicine]

Close to You

The Owl House, Hunter/Willow, post-season 3

Summary: Willow accidentally finds out Hunter is ticklish, and that she isn’t the first to do so!

Words: 1,210

[AO3 link]

…

Hunter loved being close to Willow. They often found themselves reaching out for the other when they were in each other’s proximity- holding hands, giving an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder, lounging around together, legs intertwined. For both he and Willow, it seemed, physical touch was just another way to show how much they cared about each other.

That was why, when Willow brushed a hair away from his face and behind his ear, it startled them both that he flinched away from her touch.

They both froze for a moment. “Sorry, did I-“

She looked at his face, a grin creeping up, a slight flush on his cheeks.

“Wait, Hunter..” She smiled back at him. “Are you ticklish?”

Hunter stared back at her blankly- of course he didn’t know what tickling was, she thought.

Both of her hands reached out toward his ears again; he closed his eyes. Hunter didn’t flinch away until after she started tickling again. His ears wiggling as fluttering sensations buzzed on either side of his head. He started giggling and squirming away from her, exactly the opposite way he normally wanted to go.

When she stopped, Hunter opened his eyes, but he couldn’t quite meet Willow’s gaze. A huge grin was still plastered on his face as his giggles faded. He tilted his head up to the sky. “Flapjack used to do that…” The tips of his ears turned pink as his breathing settled. He chanced a glance at Willow, but averted his eyes at the last second. “To, uh, make me feel better..”

Willow’s face softened as she watched him with a smile. She giggled when his leftover wisps of laughter finally subsided. “Well, does it work?” She asked, brushing a hair out of his face.

“Does what work?” Hunter finally looked her in the eyes questioningly.

“Does doing this…” She drawled out, starting to tease as she moved further into his space. She formed one hand into a claw, which Hunter’s eyes couldn’t help but focus on. Wiggling fingers began moving toward him, he couldn’t help the grin on his face as he shifted his weight away from the menacing hand. “…Make you feel better?”

Hunter’s eyes snapped to hers as his blush spread. “I- Uh..” A nervous laugh made its way out of his throat. He swallowed and wrung his hands, tried to calm his heart rate in such close proximity to Willow as she inched closer, teasing. “Um.. Sure- I guess, it- EEE wahahait!” Two fingers pinched lightly against his side.

“Aww Hunter-“ Another poke to his other side. “That is just the cutest- you are just! So!” Willow was smiling about as big as he was, a few more wiggles of her fingers here and there to coax out more sweet sounds of laughter from him.

Hunter squirmed as Willow moved more into his space, guiding him back a bit with more pokes and prods and squeezes... He couldn’t stop himself from stumbling backwards, away from the buzzing, tingly sensations of Willow’s fingertips. She followed as he crumpled down to the ground. Next thing he knew, the tickling stopped, and she was tugging on him gently to lay, still trembling and laughing, across her lap.

He brought one hand up to cover his face, pink and flushed. “He-hehee are- are you done?” He squeaked out.

Willow’s hand came down onto his, guiding it slightly lower on his face so he could see her. She smirked, there was a sweetness in her eyes as she asked. “Do you want me to be done?”

Hunter’s eyes went wide, his face darkening from pink to red all the way up to his ears. He scrambled his hand back up to cover his eyes, his other arm wrapping itself defensively around his midsection.

“Well…?” She asked, running her thumb over the back of his wrist.

He sucked in a breath, then opened his mouth as though he was going to say something. Instead, all that came out was a bit of a whimper. He brought the hand on his middle up to join the other covering his face. A few giggles started to slip out, even though she wasn’t tickling, yet. Hunter tried again, “I- ehehe you should do- ahaha heh, whatever you wahahant.”

“Whatever I want?!” Willow’s fingers returned to his stomach at his flustered invitation.

“AHH- heh haha haAHAHHA-“ He couldn’t help it, his hands shot down to hers within a few seconds. He hadn’t been tickled like this… well, ever.

“What I want… I want to hear your cute laugh! I want to find out all the spots that you’re ticklish!” Willow moved her hands quickly, poking and wiggling into various spots she could reach around his ribs, stomach, sides, and neck. “And I reaaaally want to see your cute smile!”

Hunter made a noise into his hands through his steady laughter.

Willow pinched his ribs on both sides and Hunter kicked. “Hmm. Well if you don’t wanna do that last one, I guess we can go back to the second thing I want to do-“

A hand closed around his ankle. Flapjack had tickled his neck and ears plenty of times. He had also tickled Hunter’s midsection a few times, but nothing as intense, nothing as tingly and sparkling and overwhelming as what Willow was doing now. Flapjack had never tried tickling his feet before.

Hunter tried to wiggle his foot away on instinct, but he couldn’t deny he was curious. As much as this was overwhelming, it was exhilarating, informative- fun.

When two fingers traced along the bottom of his foot with trepidation, Hunter sucked in a huge breath.

Willow chanced a wiggle of her whole hand against the ball of his foot and Hunter let out something of a squeal before bursting into laughter once again. “Oh- Titan- wahahahait- ahaha-“

Willow pulled her fingers away for now, setting his ankle back down on the ground gently and shuffling him a bit closer into her lap.

“Thanks-“ It came out without him thinking, and Willow was getting really good at determining the various shades of his blush.

Hunter kept his hands up over his face, avoiding eye contact.

“Does anyone else know you’re ticklish?”

“I don’t-“ He took a deep breath, his body finally relaxing where he was splayed. “I don’t think so.”

Willow’s grin widened. “I’m telling Dariu-“

“D- DO NOT TELL DARIUS!” Hunter whined loudly, through his hands. It would have sounded more serious, she was sure, had his voice not been tainted with bubbly laughter. Willow appreciated that he couldn’t fully cover the blush that spread across his ears.

They sat for a few moments, Willow running a soft hand through his hair while he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“Fine, but… this is VITAL information for Luz.” Willow winked.

Hunter couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh. “Not today.”

“Not today.” Willow confirmed as Hunter moved his hands down from his bright face.

Hunter reached for Willow’s hands, relaxing his head and shoulders into her lap. He clasped her hands in his and held them close to his chest. They could both feel his heart pounding. They took a few slow, deep breaths together, a smile never leaving either of their faces.

[thatcheesyler]

Uhhh, my pencil moved faster than my brain-

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Notice how the little 'please' is the most vague? Yeah, that's because if he is ever to stoop so low and beg, he's going to be damn well quiet about it. Anyway, uh, I have no excuse for this drawing other than I have free will. Also I'm trying to keep every lee!belos fan topped up while I work on the fic 👍

...Bye *gets dragged into the backrooms*

[hyper-pie]

Luz tickle headcanons?

YES YES YES

My girl is most DEFINITELY a switch! but still.....

Lee:

Ticklish on her sides, tummy, neck, underarms, knee's, and palms and ears.

not ticklish anywhere else.

however she is really sensitive and i mean REALLY sensitive on her tummy.

One small poke to her tummy can make her giggle on its own.

loves getting tickled but is embarassed to say it outloud

can say the word tickle without becoming a blushy mess on the floor.

laugh is high pitched and giggly with some raspy snort

dosnt normally ask for it to stop cus she dosnt really try to hide her love for tickling.

Ler:

Goofy ler

tickle fights are her jam

will get revenge and WILL SHOW NO MERCY

fangirl ler!

Big teaser

will tell her lee how cute they are being.

if you are sad expect goofy Luz tickles.

R.I.P if you are weak to compliments

OKAY BYEEEEEE

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Love to Keep Me Warm

[sfw tickle fic!! the owl house — switch!luz, switch!amity. wc: 1288 ]

*sound of jingle bells slowly getting louder*

Dear @justalilgiddybibs: Here you are, a personalized surprise from your Squealing Santa, me!! So so SO sorry for taking so long, but I hope you still enjoy your @squealing-santa gift!!!!! And thank you for giving me an excuse to rewatch The Owl House cuz I've missed this found family so much TT. Sincerest appreciation to @cantsaythetword for hosting!!!!! Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year; hope you're having a wonderfully warm winter!!!!! 🍪🥛 I love you all!! /p

❄ "A drowsy morning dawns after a night of sleeping over at the Owl House with her girlfriend, and a half-awake Amity is cold. Unfortunately for her, Luz is the warmest thing around." ❄

Brrrr. Luz yawned and sat up as the mellow morning light filtered in through the window, casting a rectangle on the two girls snuggled on the floor. She rubbed at her eyes, the blankets shuffling about her, and smacked her lips as she came into consciousness. With a glance around her room, Luz’s eyes caught on the photos on the wall, the fur and feathers stuck in the rug, the cat-eared hoodie that she’d since hung up in favor of beanies and patched-up jackets.

And, of course, she took in her girlfriend on the sleeping mat beside her, gracefully situated as though posed for a calendar. The thick white covers piled up around her became snow to Luz’s groggy mind, her lashes crystals. Arm pillowed under her, Amity’s purple hair was splayed on her skin, locks sticking to her cheek. The sight was like a hug for her heart.

Suddenly overcome with a deluge of joy, Luz muffled a squeal with her teeth. Amity just looked so adorable with her lips parted and her pointy ears twitching slightly. Luz giggled and ran her fingers through Amity’s bangs.

“Aww, she still has glitter in her hair.” Luz thought back to the night before, when the two of them had wrapped gifts and decorated cards (protection spells, apparently, for their fellow witches, and a more normal but still heartfelt one for Luz’s mom). They’d come from an evening of ice skating, drinking hot cocoa, and fighting off the Slitherbeast when they’d accidentally disturbed it. They’d stumbled back to the Owl House with snow still clinging to their boots and had probably left their gear strewn all over the place. Oops.

Luz brushed Amity’s lilac bangs back with a happy hum and a recollection of how beautiful it looked with snowflakes caught in it, framing a radiant smile. She uncovered her girlfriend’s forehead and placed a noisy kiss there.

Amity stirred, face scrunching up like a cat’s. “Hrrrmmm… Luz…” she murmured. With a kick under the blanket and a wrinkle in her Hecate-themed pajamas, her cold feet scrabbled to find warmth against Luz’s leg. Her arm, securely thrown around Luz’s waist, circled more tightly.

“Good morning, batata,” Luz chuckled. She lowered herself on her elbow to look her in the face and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How’s my beautiful~ girlfriend?”

“Grgh… sleepy.” Amity’s other arm snuck under Luz’s torso, both hands pressed against her shoulder blades to pull her flush against Amity. Luz let out an “oop!” and giggled as Amity’s strength made itself known, dragging her across the mat. “And cooold.”

“Then allow me to warm you up! How does cuddling and drinking hot cocoa by the fire sound?” Luz waggled her eyebrows. She didn’t think to mind the wandering of Amity’s touch. “Does the lady fancy tha– AaH! WahaHA sweeheeheet potahahatohoo!”

Hungry for warmth, Amity’s hands had snuck under Luz’s pajama shirt, and her nails inadvertently scraped against Luz’s spine. Luz jumped at the tingly sensation and buried her now flushed face in Amity’s shoulder.

Amity let out a relieved sigh. “Mmm… you’re warm.” She shuffled the both of them under the blankets until they were up to her chin, then nuzzled into the space between Luz’s arm and ribs. Luz lurched, sunny and bubbly laughter spilling from her lips. Heat spread to her neck; her sweet potato was more like a couch potato today. Or perhaps a sleeping bag burrito. Is Mittens this affected by the cold!?

“AhaHAHA mi lindahHAha! I knohohow I’m tohohoasty buhut it tihihihickles!” Squirming, Luz slipped against Amity’s nerdy silk pajamas and failed to escape her beloved’s hold. She snapped her eyes shut and squeezed Amity tighter, every motion loaded with jittery energy.

Gradually, Amity began to awaken the more she listened to Luz’s buoyant laughter, more potent than caffeine. At first she smiled along, then her brain caught up to her overeager heart and she instantly blushed to the tips of her ears. She pulled her hands out of Luz’s shirt with a quiet yelp; nonetheless, that didn’t stop her kneading into the back of her ribs.

“AHAhamitehehee! This is mehehehean!” Cheeks round with laughter, Luz snorted. She sounded all too similar to Eda.

Amity chuckled, golden eyes finally opened and glancing sideways at Luz’s smile. Her own laugh was low and smooth, like fine silk and rich honey. “Sorry, darling, I can’t help myself.” Earnest as it was, Amity flushed at her own confession. Her girlfriend was sweet enough to melt hearts.

Luz’s eyes popped open as Amity squeezed at her waist, her voice cracking into a cackle fitting for a witch. The doting from her girlfriend kindled the fire in her cheeks, though her heart was warmed more gently. While she sunk into the coziness like a plush bean bag, giggling and snickering at her behest, Luz was the type to return double any favor done to her. She caught sight of Amity’s reddened neck by her cheek and realized the perfect opportunity had been presented to her all along.

Mustering up her “Luzura” willpower, Luz pressed her lips to Amity’s neck.

As Amity shrieked and furiously babbled out protests, Luz congratulated herself with an internal “Score!” Amity’s wiggling fingers turned to lightly pounding fists on her back as Luz kissed up her neck to her chin.

“LUHUhuz nohohoHO! NahaHAT fahahair!” Gasping and squealing, mirth creasing the corners of her eyes, Amity melted like putty under Luz’s affections. “Nnkhaha I cahaHAhan’t!” In such a state of matter, she made it easy for Luz to lift her arm and press her nose in between her ribs, pleased at the healthy layer of fat she found there. Amity arched away, her violent struggling guided by instinct, until she successfully wormed out of Luz’s grasp and deeper under the covers.

Her head ended up buried in Luz’s stomach, to which Luz snorted and wrapped her up in her arms. Amity re-emerged after taking a moment to breathe. Pouting. Like a cat.

Her expression amused a smirk out of Luz. “Hey, you started it!” For a second time she kissed Amity’s forehead, the open and shut of the story.

Amity grumbled, “I was half-asleep,” then caught Luz’s lips with her own, absorbing her heat. Luz happily pecked back.

“So, how are you feeling now? Ready to be up and at ‘em?”

Amity chuckled, clearly still affected by the lazy weather. “I suppose.”

Stretching, Luz lifted herself from the blankets, immediately missing their cocoon as the cold air nipped her skin. Yet as she knelt by the window, she let out a gasp warmed by delight.

“¡Mira! It’s snowing!”

And it was a beautiful view, snowflakes gathering on the ground in powdery clumps, cradling lights of red, green, and gold and returning them even more vibrantly.

Amity joined her at the window, eyes twinkling in wonder. “Wow! It’s so– ah, wait, how do you say it… No, don’t tell me.” Amity paused for a moment as she recalled Camilla’s lessons. Luz silently encouraged her. “¡La nieve es bella!” She smiled and leaned against Luz’s shoulder.

Luz grinned, placing a kiss on Amity’s ear and pulling a squeal from her. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Youhu sahahap!” Amity brushed Luz off, giving her another peck. All of Luz’s walls crumbled with the kiss, only for her hackles to rise again when fingers squeezed at her stomach.

“AHAhams! Wahahait!” Her lip wobbled as she glanced up at Amity. The competitive glint in her eye softened, but only to a glimmer.

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you yet,” Amity promised as she released her. Luz was already beaming. “But let’s take this outside. I suspect we’d have a lot more fun in the snow.”

❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄ ❄

Happy Holidays!!!!!!! May joyous times be ahead of you!!!!! 🎅

[randommusicalfluff]

@lopsicle @squealing-santa

Surprise!! I was your secret Santa!! I love this pair so much so I jumped to draw them 🫶🏾🫶🏾

[lopsicle]

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Masterpost

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Intro Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737265950613815296/intro-post

Tickle Fics:

Disclaimer: Some of these were written when I was 13/14 so please brace yourself for some shitty writing down below, I promise some of it is alright.

Wednesday:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764793362465374208/dont-leave)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid is acting extra clingy to Wednesday after Summer Break. Wednesday gives her the attention she craves.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/770861667102916608/a-summers-worth-of-tickles)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Wednesday notices that Enid is acting different to normal and gets to the bottom of her suspicious behaviour, only to use it against her.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/704465805969096704/what-about-enid-with-things-assistance-tickles

Lee! Wednesday, with Ler! Enid and Thing.

Summary: Enid and Thing team up to give Wednesday some much needed tickles.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/705189347592388608/tangled-up)

Lee! Enid, with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid gets tangled in some Christmas decorations she’s putting up. Wednesday decides to mess with her while she’s bound.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/729929283194208256/sweater-stuck)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid becomes stuck in her sweater when she tries to take it off, with her arms over her head. Wednesday takes the opportunity to tickle her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730833083628208128/thanks-for-the-compliance-not)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: A little out of character Drabble of Wednesday giving Enid some soft, adoring tickles.

The Amazing Digital Circus:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763405324891881472/caines-extravagant-obscure-and-explore)

Summary: Caine forces the circus go-ers into a game of Hide and Seek Obscure and Explore, though the hiders face ticklish consequences once found out.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/738253045613412352/its-not-like-i-dont-like-it)

Summary: After being forced to be with Ragatha for an adventure, Jax discovers a new way of tormenting her.

Scream:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737901266924109824/the-best-kind-of-arguments)

Lee! Y/N, Ler! Tara.

Summary: After an argument, Tara uses your favourite method of cheering you up.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/733076009679814656/get-off-the-couch)

Switch! Tara, Switch! Sam.

Summary: In an attempt to get her sister to move, Tara tickles Sam and quickly learns the consequences.

The Owl House:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/713518258949636096/thunderstorms)

Lee! Collector, with Ler! Eda.

Summary: After being spooked by both nightmares and thunder, the Collector runs out to Eda, who gives him a nice distraction.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730276545212661760/healing-tickles)

Lee! Emira, with Ler! Viney.

Summary: Emira doesn’t listen to Viney about how to safely ride Puddles. When Viney tries to heal her, she leans that her girlfriend is a lot more sensitive than expected.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730651342056603648/flyer-derby)

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Emerald Entrails.

Summary: Hunter decides to play against the rest of his team in a game of Flyer Derby, with ticklish consequences if he’s caught.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/772141798453903360/the-only-time-i-ever-see-him

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Willow.

Summary: Hunter wonders around the Noceda house in the night, plagued by hallucinations. Willow finds him and offers a way to cheer him up.

She-Ra and The Princesses Of Power:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765756049708941312/everyone-wears-a-costume)

Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: With all other interrogation methods failing, Glimmer decides to use something different on Double Trouble.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765678350355333120/fright-zone-log-day-15)

Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta.

Summary: Entrapta wishes to run a test on the ticklishness of different species in Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Little Witch Academia:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763109246954094592/tickle-moods)

Lee! Diana, with Ler! Amanda.

Summary: Diana tries to get Amanda to go to close when she’s in a ler mood. Amanda proceeds to wreck her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765899554129330176/tickle-moods-v20)

Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana.

Summary: Diana hears that Amanda is in one of her moods again and goes to sort her out, only to discover it is a much different mood to the last time.

Hellverse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763519147211702273/a-jester-and-a-succubus)

Lee! Fizz with Ler! Verosika.

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves Verosika’s outfit soaked. She takes revenge on the perpetrator.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763868732458172416/well-take-care-of-you)

Lee! Vox with Ler! Val and Ler! Vel.

Summary: After Vox gets injured from fighting with Zestial, Velvette and Valentino take care of him, with some shenanigans.

Spider-Verse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764502860899696640/annoying-machines)

Lee! Margo with Ler! Lyla and Ler! Go-Home Machine.

Summary: Lyla employs Margo to deal with an error with the Go-Home-Machine. Margo tests it on herself with expectedly poor results.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730549805792755712/british-people-are-liars)

Lee! Hobie with Ler! Gwen.

Summary: Gwen tickles Hobie to get him to admit to lying.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763605362425397248/how-to-make-purple)

Lee! Kyoko and Ler! Sayaka.

Summary: Sayaka is very much ready to go to bed but Kyoko is being stubborn about it. Luckily Sayaka has a way to go about convincing her.

Adventure Time/Fionna & Cake:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765135868053815296/tickletober-day-12-mischief)

Lee! Simon with Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s down in the dumps in the Winter Kingdom but his new friend thinks up a way to cheer him up.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764262534462242816/my-cool-gay-roommate)

Lee! Wallace with Ler! Scott.

Summary: While Scott attempts to wake up Wallace, he discovers some interesting information about his roommate.

Murder Drones:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763305664827342848/intimate-procedures)

Lee! Lizzy with Ler! Doll.

Summary: Lizzy gets Doll’s help with polishing her body, but she proves to be a little sensitive for it.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763202322587336704/the-weakness-of-being-known)

Lee! Saiki with Lers! Toristuka, Aiura and Akechi.

Summary: Toristuka tries to uncover the weaknesses of the Psykids. Akechi accidentally lets Saiki’s loose.

Gravity Falls:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730182338053636096/when-stars-meet-in-the-northwest)

Lee! Pacifica, Ler Mabel!

Summary: Mabel discovers that her girlfriend is ticklish and the rest goes as expected.

Steven Universe:

(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763709476491689984/new-sensations)

Switch! Perdiot with Switch! Lapis.

Summary: Perdiot and Lapis discover tickling and decide to test out the sensation on each other.

OC Tickles:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/766255424173408256/brothers-am-i-right)

Lee! Osmo, Ler! Cosmo.

Summary: While Osmo looks for her brother, her brother finds her first. Cosmo then proceeds to mess with her.