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gaybananabread · 7 months

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How about Day 30 with Lee!Mystery Twins and Ler!Stan Twins (gravity falls) as a game of hide and seek! I think it’d be super cute!

TickleTober Day 30 - Caught

AAAAA I’M DONE WITH TICKLETOBER!! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! This was a fun way to cap off the event, tapping into my roots! I’m so tired, and it’s definitely gonna be nice to not write over 1k word fics daily. I absolutely adored the event though, it really challenged me as a writer! ANYways, sorry for blabbing on, and I hope everyone stays safe tonight and that you Enjoy!

Lees: Mabel, Dipper

Lers: Stan, Ford

Summary: The Pines family are having an "intense" game of Hide-and-Seek to determine who gets to decorate the Mystery Shack for Halloween. There's an interesting set of rules, with a ticklish twist for whoever gets caught.

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

"Dipper, be quiet!"

Mabel whisper-shouted at her brother, sinking further into the pile of stuffed animals. It was the fiercest competition of the century, and she intended to win it.

What had her so determined, you ask? The annual Pines Hide-and-Seek Championship. Well, it was the first year they were doing it, but the technically-teen was going to make sure it carried on.

Downstairs, her Grunkles combed through the house, searching for their great-grand niece and nephew. The Grunkles had half an hour to find them. There was a twist the older men had added, just to make the game more fun. If caught, the kids would be tickled. They didn't really specify a time, figuring it would be best to play things by ear.

The mystery twins gave no argument. They were determined to win, though the sweater-loving girl was definitely taking things more seriously. For Mabel, that's saying something.

Mabel, being serious? What was so great that she would forgo her usual silliness? Well, something she greatly desired; the winner, whoever they may be, got to dictate the Halloween decorations for the whole Mystery Shack. As long as it was within the budget, anything went.

She was determined to make it the most sparkly, retro, in-your-face crazy Halloween party ever. That meant she had to win.

Stan rooted through cabinets, looked in couch cushions, even went as far as looking in the outskirts of the woods. He was putting off checking the attic, figuring the kids would be smarter than that. Mabel was always goofy, it wasn’t hard to think her hiding spot would be as well.

Using a gadget, Ford scanned the first floor of the Shack. It was supposed to detect the joy and wonder a child gave off, though he was pretty sure he calibrated something wrong. Still, he searched, hoping it would at least give him some edge. He didn’t want his home covered in glitter, or so scary that even the goat would have nightmares. If Dipper won…well, he wouldn’t actually mind that, but it was the principle of it.

Dipper was hiding up in the rafters, having used Mabel’s grappling hook to secure the spot. They hid together, figuring whoever got caught first could fend for themself. Mabel was rather proud of hers; it was simple enough that they probably wouldn’t look, yet small enough to where she could barely fit, to dissuade her Grunkles. It was pretty perfect.

After twenty minutes of fruitless searching, both old men went up the creaky attic stairs. The twins held their breath, knowing it would be moments before one of them was caught. The door opened, painfully slow, as the pair entered the make-shift bedroom. They could hear the end of Stan’s conversation as he peeked in the closet. “...it’s one of the only spots we haven’t checked, Sixer. One of them’s gotta be here.”

Ford entered a second later, checking under their beds. He was so close that Mabel went completely stiff, refusing to even blink before he stood up. “Those kids are good, I’ll give ‘em that. They’ve got your sneaky skills.” He got a pillow thrown at his head by a chuckling Stan. “Sure, sure. But they’ve got your smarts. I would’ve hid in a closet or somethin’.”

They were so nonchalant about the way they searched for the younger twins. It was like they thought it was a game. Well, everybody but Mabel thought it was.

Dipper looked at Stan, noticing how close he was getting to finding Mabel. He really didn't wanna be the first one caught, but he knew how badly his sister wanted to win. Sighing, he faked a cough, calling the attention of his Grunkles up. The things he did for her…

In seconds, two rough hands wrapped around his waist, yanking him down from his hiding place. “Gotcha!” Dipper barely had enough time to register that he was in Stan’s lap before five clawing fingers dug into his stomach. “G-GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!”

Ford chuckled, getting his fun in as well. He scribbled on and under the boy’s knees, all six digits doing something to get him laughing. It was unfairly ticklish. He almost regretted taking the L for Mabel. Almost.

“Hey Dippy, I got a deal for ya. If you tell us where your sister is, we’ll stop.” Oh, those cheaters! Mabel watched with wide eyes and Stan vibrated his clawing fingers into Dipper’s tum, keeping his arms above his head. She knew her brother had thrown his chance for her, but he still had to outlast the old men.

He wriggled and twisted in their arms, refusing to give in so easily; he wasn’t about to lose for nothing. “I- IHI CAHAHAN’T!” Ford snickered, squeezing his knees a bit more vigorously for emphasis. “Oh, but you can. Just say, ‘Oh, Mabel is hiding…’ and then you say it. It’s just that easy.”

So unfair… Dipper whined through his laughter, kicking as much as he could. Maybe a time limit on the tickles would have been a good idea… His Grunkles were obviously enjoying themselves, matching smirks on each of their faces. He didn’t hate it, per say, but it was much harder to stay sane when all three of them could see his reactions.

It was…actually really nice of him to do that for her. Mabel would have to let Dipper DJ for the party. Waddles might be a little upset, but she was sure her pink companion would prefer snack table duty.

Stan got a little impatient, deciding to be evil. He moved his bony fingers up to the boy’s armpit, digging into his hollows. Dipper let out a squeal that would put Waddles to shame. “NYAAAAHAHA! STAHAN! NOHO- *snrk* NOHOT THEHEHERE!”

Oooh, he went for Dipper’s bad spot. Mabel bit her lip as she watched her brother’s destruction: Ford teasing his knees while Stan went to town on his pits. She wouldn’t blame him if he gave her up, but dang it, she really wanted to win.

Right as Dipper was about to crack, the Nyan Cat theme song went off. Ford’s phone buzzed in his pocket, signaling that their half-hour was up. Mabel had won!

The girl sprung up from her mound of stuffed animals, startling both of her Grunkles. “HA! I won! Stan, go grab the basement key, I’m gonna make it rain glitter and gummy bears!”

Ford laughed, releasing Dipper’s legs as he watched his grand-niece celebrate. Stan sighed, setting the boy down on the carpet to curl into himself. “Okay, okay, ya won! Don’t need to rub it in, ya snot.”

She chuckled, moving to hug her giggling brother. “Thanks for taking the loss, bro-bro. I officially crown you Head DJ.” He pumped a weak fist into the air, still giggling away the phantom sensations. Stan shooed her away, placing Dipper in his brother’s arms.

“You go get the dork some water. I’ll handle our winner.” Ford nodded, carrying the exhausted Dipper down the attic stairs. Stan cracked his knuckles before scooping Mabel up in his arms, holding her against his chest. “Congrats, ya snot. Here’s my favorite part of your reward…”

He squeezed her side, making the sweater lover burst into bubbly giggles. She twisted and squirmed, eyes growing wide. “B-buhut Gruhuhunkle Stahan! Ihi wohohohon!”

He snorted, moving up to tease her ribs. “You did, yeah. Your brother got the worst of it; I’ll go a bit easier on ya. Congrats, you goober.” She whined, protests already forming on her tongue. “Thahat ihisn’t fahair! Sohore loser!”

Stan scratched and scribbled between each bone, acting as if it was just a normal conversation. “It’s totally fair. I don’t remember there being a rule against tickling the winner.” She scrunched up her nose, mock-glaring at him. “Thahat- youhu- uhuhugh!”

It was adorable to see his relatives’ reactions. He loved to hear their laughs, see them smile, make them forget about the crazy lives they’d led for just a second. The whole “Weirdmageddon” fiasco had done a bit of damage. Stan took any chance he could get to make them feel like regular kids again. Dipper had already gotten his go; now it was Mabel’s turn.

“B-buhuhut- HEHEHEY! NOHOT THE PIHIHIHITS!” He poked her armpit, making the girl squeal. “It’s cute how you two share everything. Makes tickling the snot out of ya a whole lot easier.” It was gonna be a long day…

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shamelessler · 2 months

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Being human was definitely overwhelming. In some instances Bill's increased senses were satisfying and intruiging, such as slamming a hammer onto the back of his hand or swan diving from the balcony.

Granted those both ended in Mabel fussing over him for days. Then there was the other side of feelings that were absolutely agonizing (as if breaking all your bones isn't agonizing).

There was of course the pain of being unable to quiet down an irritatingly loud room, feeling trapped in a small space, gross textures, crying. Crying was his least favorite part of being human.

He sat up in the spare room of the Mystery Shack currently bawling his eyes out. Strangely enough, crying always made him feel better once the tears had finally come to a stop, but the guilt always followed him soon after.

He remembered laughing coldly in the face of his victims tears, and he felt an odd sense of hypocricy that clawed at his insides. It felt an awful lot like remorse.

"Bill, it's time for your check up." Came the weathered voice of his former rival, Ford. Bill quickly attempted to wipe his tears away and forced a smile onto his face. "Hey Sixer. Is it time already to invade my personal space once again?"

"You lost your right to personal space when you decided to be the ring leader of the apocolypse." Ford deadpanned. Fair enough.

Bill sighed before swinging his legs off of where he was perched to follow the taller man downstairs into his lab.

Out of all the people who disliked having Bill as a guest, Ford probably hated it the most. Dipper always seemed to be on constant alert as well but he was more scared of Bill than Ford was.

It had irritated Bill to no end by the fact that Ford treated him like a beaten old dog, harmless without his powers. It irritated him even more to know that Ford was correct.

"Checking me for any powers is pointless, I hope you know that," Bill reminded, "if I had my powers I'd be out of here faster than you could say Axolotl."

As expected, Ford completely ignored Bill's sass and pretended like he hadn't said anything. "You've been crying." Ford stated matter of factly. This caught Bill so off gaurd that he choked out, "How did you know?"

He swore he could've seen a smug smile from Ford which made his blood start to boil. With what, he wasn't quite sure... "Your eyes are red and puffy. I used that much to deduce that you were crying, isn't that right?"

"I wasn't crying. I've never cried, I'm not like you meat bags." Bill said confidently. Ford rolled his eyes as he lifted Bill up and plopped him on the examination table like he weighed nothing--which, he probably did. Human food didn't agree with him-- before his face softened.

The look was uncomfortably familiar to Bill, it was a look of pity. He'd gotten it countless times in the past two weeks by Mabel but seeing it from Ford of all people was unnerving.

"You do realize that you are one of us now, right? And that means you are vulnerable to the same softness us humans possess. There's no use trying to hide it." Ford said sternly.

Bill squirmed uncomfortably on the table as Ford pressed a cold stethoscope to his bare chest. "I'd rather that nobody pictures me snivelling like an idiot."

Ford snorted, retreating the stethoscope from Bill and scribbling data onto his clipboard. "Too late."

Bill snarled at Ford, his fists tightening weakly. He tried his best to ignore Ford's snide remarks, he truly had, but he was just so infuriating! Despite knowing his weak strength, he kicked Ford square in the chest.

He was breifly satisfied by the sound of Ford grunting in pain and clutching his chest, before fear took over when he saw Ford lunge at him and sucessfully pin his arms.

Pain wasn't exactly Bill's concern at the moment, he was simply terrifyed of being humilated by the fact that he could not stop Ford even if he wanted to. "I wouldn't do that if I were you! I'll tell Shooting Star and you'll never hear the end of it." Bill threatened.

To his surprise, Ford smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you, Bill. I'm actually going to use something that Mabel would strongly approve of."

...What the hell did he mean by tha-

"W-Wait, no.. SIXER!" Bill burst out laughing after Ford placed one wiggling finger to his exposed armpit. "I thought that tickling would be much more effective." Ford teased. To Bill's horror, his face began to redden.

"You DI-" Bill was cut off by his own shrieking when all twelve of Ford's fingers came brushing past his sides. "Language, Bill. There are children here." Ford said seriously, but only Bill could detect the hint of amusement in his eye.

God, this was one of the most humiliating things he'd ever been through. More humiliating than being beaten by 12 year olds, even...

The worst part was he knew that with his depleted strength there was no hope at fighting back, and Ford gave him the wiggle room to try.

"Honestly I didn't know that this would work out so well," Ford commented in surprise, "Mabel told me she used tickling against you one time, but I didn't think she was actually serious."

Bill growled at Ford through his laughter. "T-This is cruhuel and unusual punishment, Sixer!" Ford smirked at those words and then traced lightly along Bill's waist, delighting by the snorting it produced.

"I think it's only fair. Now you're really getting the human experience." Ford chuckled. "Are you ready for the finale?" Bill's brow furrowed in confusion as the tickling came to a stop.

"Finale? What are you talking about?" Ford smoothed over the skin on Bill's tummy before taking in a cheeky breath. "A raspberry."

"The fruit? I don't see how that's- FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!" Bill dissolved into shrieking laughter as Ford brought his face down into the softness of Bill's stomach and nuzzled against it as he gave him one of the most diabolical forms of tickling Bill had ever come across.

Ford snickered inbetween raspberries, causing Bill to shake with laughter. "PLEHEHASE FORD!" Bill cried out as he squirming turned into melting and his maniacal laughter shifted to amused hysterics. Ford was caught off gaurd by the use of his real name and finally pulled away to which Bill audibly praised the Lord.

"Jesus, Bill. I tickled you so hard you turned religious?" Ford laughed, although this time there was only warmth lacing it. Bill felt himself involuntarily smiling brightly at the sound of it. "Shut up, Sixer. You know you're the same."

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A/N: sorry if this sucks fml.

#lee!bill cipher #ler!ford #gravity falls tickle #sfw tickles #weewooweewoo #request

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starlightrosa · 7 days

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Hi hi!!- aghh this is so embarrassing but ykw im breaking my outter shy bubble! Can you make a little Ler!Ford headcannons or a little write prompt scenario or something-? If not its ok!!- i wont be mad!!

Ford is just a big comfort character for me idk why ;^; anywhos have a cookie for coolness!-🍪

Aww hello there, dearest! Don’t be embarrassed, my lovely, I don’t bite!

*chomps cookie* Yum, thanks :3

headcannons for you :)

Ford, I feel, would be a ler leaning switch. He targets Dipper and Mabel most, but sometimes he goes for Stanley.

He definitely once made up a fake entry in one of the journals, explaining a rare sighting of a monster to fool Dipper. That monster being, the Tickle Monster. Gets Dipper every time!

Five fingers all on a tickle spot is bad enough? But Ford has six. So if he finds that tickle spot, his lee is an absolute GONER.

and now for lee!Ford <3

Ford as lee is a bit more common than one would assume. I mean, the guy spent years between dimensions. Who wouldn’t be a little touch-starved?

He prefers softer tickles to rougher ones. But if he’s stressed, he will go to Stanley. His brother is a fearsome tickler, and sometimes you just wanna laugh your lil head off and forget your problems.

Tickle fights with Mabel are common. Sometimes he wins. Sometimes he don’t.

Ford wears a turtleneck and a jacket. I’ve never seen him take it off in the show. It might be cold in Gravity Falls… or Ford is insanely ticklish on his torso and neck areas, wink nudge ;)

I think that’s all I have for now, lovely! Thank you for the ask, a pleasure meeting you :)

#rosa chats #gravity falls tickle

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ticklebillcipherrn · 1 year

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Lee!Stan, once again

#gravity falls tickle #tickle art #lee!stan

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valentines-luna · 5 months

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Gravity Falls tickle headcanon?

Yea ofc

Dipper:

40% ler 60% lee

-SUPER ticklish

-his worst spots are, armpits, tummy, and knees

-raspberries and nibbles drive him crazy

-him and mabel got into a lot of tickle fights growing up (he lost most those fights)

-he squirms A LOT

-when he's being tickled he usually covers his face

-he doesn't like people that he doesn't know well tickling him

-when he's in a lee mood he drops hints or provokes people

-despite all this he can still be a ler obvs

-his main victim is mabel

-he laughs along with his lee

-can barely tease

-sometimes he can actually win a tickle fight (omg no way dipper winning!?)

Mabel:

40% lee 60% ler

-very ticklish, but not as much as her brother

-worst spots are armpits and sides

-she has a very squeaky laugh

-isn't embarrassed by tickling at all

-sometimes just flat out asks to be tickled

-really enjoys tickles, finds it as way to bond

-as a ler she can be completely RUTHLESS

-teases with affection (ex. “Aww your laugh is cute!”)

-can be gentle though

-as soon as her lee even mutters the word “stop” she stops immediately

-a sweetheart as both lee and ler

Stan

80% ler 20%lee

-he swears on his life that he's not ticklish

-his reactions say otherwise

-his worst spot is his hips

-when him and ford were on the stan o war he would get flashbacks and ford would cheer him and it included tickles

-if anyone drills their thumbs into his hips he will scream

-absolutely evil ler

-will ALWAYS use his old man stubble when nibbling/doing raspberries

-will name himself “the tickle monster” (a classic)

-will tell jokes while tickling someone and when they're laughing (cuz they're being tickled obvs) he'll say something like “Wow, you actually like my jokes!?

-will usually hold his lee's arms above their head

Ford

70% ler 30%lee

-he and stan had many tickle fights growing up and he lost most of them

-worst spots are neck and ribs

-curls up when tickled

-he tries to hold in his laughter

-the dam breaks almost immediately though

-he uses his six fingers to an advantage

-after 30 years of being stuck in between dimensions he's gotten stronger so he can even pin stan down

-pretends to have a conversation with his lee

-has everyone's worst spots memorized

Ok that's it bye bye, sorry it took me so long

#sfw tickling #gravity falls #gravity falls tickle #tword content #gravity falls tickling

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ticklishprincey · 7 days

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What lees do you typically write for

I'm open to suggestions, but here's a list of all I can think of currently: (Lees first, lers listed after) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo - Moxxie, Stolas, & Fizzarolli ✰Moxxie - Millie & Blitzo ✰Fizzarolli - Asmodeus & Blitzo ✰Thinking about a lee!Stolas fic but idk ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor - Rosie, Husk & Lucifer ✰Lucifer - Alastor ✰Husk - Angel Dust & Alastor ✰Angel Dust - Husk ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello - Raphael, Mikey & Leo ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Nico Di Angelo - Will, Hazel, Reyna, Percy, Jason & Leo ✰Hazel Levesque - Nico, Frank & Leo ✰Will Solace - Nico & Apollo ✰Leo Valdez - Nico, Hazel & Jason ✎Encanto ✰Camilo Madrigal - Literally anyone but Dolores is my top choice ✎Dear Evan Hansen ✰Evan Hansen - Connor & Jared ✰Connor - Evan, Jared & Zoey ✎Black Butler ✰Ciel Phantomhive - Sebastian (help I have no idea how to spell his last name) ✎Gravity Falls ✰Dipper Pines - Ford, Mabel & Stan ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Reader - Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy & Monty ✰Sundrop - Moondrop ✰Moondrop - Sundrop ✰Gregory - Glamrock Freddy, Sundrop & Moondrop ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki - Izuku & Bakugou ✰Izuku - Todoroki, Bakugou & All Might ✰Shinsou - Aizawa & Denki (keep in mind I am a stupid American boy with now idea how to write these names) ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade Leech - Floyd ✰Floyd Leech - Jade ✎Voltron ✰Keith Kogane - Lance & Shiro ✎Sanders Sides ✰Virgil Sanders - Logan, Patton, Janus & Remus ✎Avengers ✰ Peter Parker - Tony & Loki ✰ Thinking about a lee!Loki fic but idk ✎Trolls (the third movie) ✰Branch - Floyd, Clay, Bruce & John Dory ✰Maybe Floyd idk

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veryblushyswitch · 1 month

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EXCUSE ME BUT THE FANFIC OF LER!FORD AND LEE!DIPPER??? WAS FUCKING CUTE.

You better make Ford being a tickle monster to Mabel and Dipper. Now.👁👁

/playful + /amused

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 😭💖💖And not gonna lie, I’m rewatching some episodes with a friend and I may make another fic or two. Specifically about the Double Dipper episode! 💖

#ask #asks #answered #gravity falls tickle #gravity falls tickle fic #dipper #dipper pines #lee dipper #ticklish dipper #ler dipper #Tyrone #Tyrone pines #lee Tyrone #ticklish Tyrone #ler tyrone #cartoon tickle #cartoon tickle fic

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thatcheesyler · 3 months

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So we all know how Gravity Falls is one of the best childhood shows ever, right? And with that popularity, I've seen my fair share of rlly good Gravity Falls tkl content...however, has anyone considered lee!Robbie? Bro is an angsty teen with hidden anxiety and a permanent urge to keep up his 'cool' and supposedly 'heartless' persona, there's no way that this guy has not been wrecked at least once by his parents or Wendy.

Basically, if anyone is hyperfixated on GF and would like the idea of lee!Robbie, pls make a fic or tk art or hcs, I beg of you 🙏

#sfw tickling community #gravity falls tickle #lee!robbie #just an idea

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colinthegaycomputer · 2 years

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That moment when your own henchmaniacs turn against you

#lee!billcipher #ticklish!billcipher #ler!henchmaniacs #sfw tickling community #gravity falls tickling #gravity falls tickle #augtickletober2022 #tickletober 2022 #tickletober2022 #tickle art

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gaybananabread · 8 months

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hii! for the tickletober prompts, how about lee dipper with day 12? like the ler (they can be whoever you see fit!) knows/discovers he is really weak to them so they get him. hope you're doing well!

TickleTober Day 12 - Nibbles/Bites

Thank you! I had a helluva time picking a ler for this, but I think Stan fits best. I need to write for him more anyways. This idea ironically happened less than 10 minutes after I finally chose Stan. My brain is weird like that (TvT). I hope you have a fun spooky season, Enjoy!

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Stan

Summary: Dipper is stressing out over the summer spooky season. Stan decides he needs a visit from a special kind of monster.

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

Once again, the Gravity Falls Summerween store opened its doors. The odd tradition began again for the year, residents joyful as they picked out candies and decided on costumes. Well, every resident but one.

A certain brown-haired, blue-hatted tween was sitting in the Mystery Shack gift shop, biting at his fingers. Ever since the whole "Summerween Trickster" fiasco, Dipper had been wary of the town's strange holiday. He would never forget the scene of Soos eating that thing…ugh.

Stan was taking inventory, making sure nobody had nicked any of his moderately overpriced merchandise. His eyes eventually drifted over to his worrisome great-nephew. That kid would worry himself into the ground if Stan let him…

"Hey picks-a-lot, those cuticles taste good?" He walked over to the teen, flicking the bill of his hat. The older man didn't mean anything malicious by it. He's just unapologetically mean sometimes. Dipper was used to his Grunkle's antics, brushing the comment off.

Dipper tucked his hands in his jacket, looking down at the register. "Sorry Stan. Just thinking about…stuff." He hadn't realized he'd been biting his fingers again. It was an old habit, one he wasn't keen on picking back up. Yet there it was.

The uneasy expression on his face was barely hidden. Stan didn't really know what to do about the kid's nerves. Normally, he'd sick Mabel on him. The tween was out with Candy and Grenda, so that wasn't an option. What to do, what to do…

"Uh…look kid. You want the rest of your shift off? I've got the shop covered, and you look pretty dead." He gave it to the kid straight. Dipper looked like he was one loud noise away from snapping, his fraying nerves and general high-strung mindset on overdrive. Stan could handle the almost empty gift shop, Tuesdays were always slow.

Dipper nodded, hopping off the creaky cashier stool stool. "Yeah, please. Thanks, Grunkle Stan." He lumbered up the steps to the attic, gently closing the door to his shared room behind him.

What was Stan gonna do with that kid?

The next few days weren't any better. With the rapidly approaching local holiday, Dipper's nerves only grew. Mabel didn't really notice, too enamored by costume ideas and trying to figure out Waddles's measurements.

He didn't really know the absolute cause of his worry. Was it the chance of Mabel getting hurt? The possibility of another garbage candy monster? The fact that he still can't unsee Soos eating his way out of the monster? All are good guesses. He just wished he could pinpoint which one it was.

His antsy demeanor hadn't gone unnoticed by the other Mystery Shack residents. Soos had tried to get him to play some arcade games at the mall, but he just wasn't up for it. Wendy had little to no luck, her attempts to get him to loosen up going nowhere. It was up to Stan…and he had no idea what to do.

He had tried things that worked before, offering him an extra break and listening to his rants about the Journals. Dipper just wasn't up for infodumping at the moment, and he just got lost in thought on his breaks. On the morning of SummerWeen, Stan finally threw in the towel. He did the only thing he had left; asking Mabel what to do.

When he opened the door, Stan was met with Mabel trying to put a superhero suit on Waddles. She was dressed in similar attire, her cape dragging behind her. "Oh, hey Grunkle Stan! You come to see the best heros this side of the Falls kick some butt?"

Stan chuckled, shaking his head. He felt a bit bad for the pig, he doubted those tights were comfortable. Better Waddles than him, though. "Nah, I'll be quick. What should I do to get your brother to loosen up? Kid's been freakin' all week."

Mabel's eyes widened as he said this, her brain quickly piecing together the signs she hadn't noticed. "Crud…he has been anxious." She fidgeted with her hair, giving the pig a moment to nibble on his cape. "I normally talk him down, but if that hasn't worked…maybe make him laugh?"

Stan sighed as she said this. He considered himself a pretty funny guy, but his humor normally made Dipper groan or question his existence. Not the best for making Dipper laugh, though it always gets a chuckle out of himself

His thoughts wandered to the times he had made the kid snicker, landing on a few well-timed zings and one-liners. The last was when he had been messing around with Dipper in the gift shop. He poked his great-nephew's side, and he squealed. He hadn't done anything then, but now? Oh, it's perfect.

"Hey Mabel…your dorky brother is stupid ticklish, right?" She nodded, a smile slowly forming on her face as she figured out her Grunkle's intentions. Waddles nudged her arm, showing off the lovely slobber stain in his cape fabric. "Silly guy, now I gotta redo your cape! Grunkle Stan, do you think you can get Dipper to be less Dipper-ish by 6:30? Our costumes this year are super, heheh"

Stan rolled his eyes, his mischievous mind racing with ideas of how to get Dipper back to normal. Well, as normal as the tween gets. "Yeah, alright. If you hear girlish screaming, cheer me on." He shut the door behind him, leaving his grand-niece to her silliness. That kid never fails to make him smile.

Dipper was in the living room, a costume hung on the chair in front of him. Mabel's costume idea that summer was super heros, with him being the villain. It was actually kinda cool, with the utility belt of fake gadgets he and Mabel had put together. The only problem was him.

He was worried about putting the costume on. First off, it would mean going out and trick-or-treating with Mabel. Nothing's wrong with it, his brain was just telling him it's childish. There's also the fact that he's worried the Trickster might come back. Black licorice was bad enough before, but now he can't look at a stick without getting shivers. They very easily could've died.

Stan was creeping in the doorway, watching the tween's inner dilemma. If he wanted to be mean, he could've scared the crap out of him. But, showing a shocking amount of restraint, he knocked on the doorway. Stan walked over to him, ruffling the boy's hair. "Anybody home up there?"

Dipper, successfully snapped out of his daze, swatted at his Grunkle's hand. "Stan! Knock it off!" The older man chuckled, pulling his hand away and smirking down at the tween. That look…he knew that look. The look that meant Grunkle Stan was up to absolutely no good. "Stan…?"

He barely gave Dipper time to think before he snatched his great-nephew in his arms. It killed Stan's back, but it was worth it to hear the shocked yelp and protests from the kid. "Put me down! Stan- get off! Mabel!"

Stan flopped down in his recliner, holding Dipper in his lap. No help was coming for the boy. Mabel was in on it, as he quickly learned, and nobody else was at the Shack. It was just him, Stan, and the evil look on the older man's face as he wiggled his fingers. Crud.

"You worry too much, kid. You're gonna have more grays than me, and I put up with all'a you!" Those wiggling fingers were getting a bit too close to his stomach for comfort. Dipper squirmed, but with the way Stan held him, he was trapped. "Always thinkin' about these monsters and crazy creature things. You're so stuck in yer head, you didn't even notice the monster right in front of ya…"

He tazed Dipper's side, making him squeak at the unexpected touch. "Stahan, wait, plehehease-" He was so unbelievably screwed. "The TICKLE MONSTER!" Stan finally put his wiggling fingers on the boy's stomach, clawing and digging into the ticklish area.

Dipper squealed, shoving at his Grunkle's hands and writhing in his lap. His negative and anxious thoughts quickly faded to fuzzy, ticklish surprise. He hadn't expected this from Stan of all people. Mabel, absolutely, but Stan? He didn't really know how to react. "STAHAHAN! WHAHAHAT ARE YOUHU DOHOIHING?!"

"What's it feel like I'm doing, ya goofus? I'm tickling the snot outta ya. Now hold still." He spidered his fingers across his belly, making sure to get a few scratches in his belly button. "GEHEHET OFF! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!"

Dipper kicked his legs, wishing the recliner was bigger. He barely had any room on Stan's lap, his legs nearly hanging off the armrest. Stan had him positioned so that his midsection was almost unprotectable, his arms practically pinned to his sides.

The tickling, as unexpected as it was, wasn't awful. He'd never tell the old man, but he was having a bit of fun. It was nice to let loose, to let his worrisome thoughts melt into giggles and squeaks.

The boy's laughter was, in Stan's eyes, adorable. It was nice to see the nervous kid laugh like that. Thinking of the night to come, he imagined the kids' costumes and candy-grab ideas. Candy...an evil idea bloomed in his mind. An evil, ticklish, awful idea. "I'm getting pretty hungry, Dipper. Might just have a quick snack…" He pulled up Dipper's shirt, waiting for the teen to catch on.

And catch on he did.

"Stahahan- Stan don't! Nonononoho!" Dipper's eyes went wide when he figured out Stan's plan. There's no way he could handle those. The tween desperately tried to get away, kicking out and trying to grab his Grunkle's hands.

His Grunkle easily pinned Dipper's hands, smirking down at him. It was almost too easy. Stan lowered his head, nibbling on his great-nephew's poor belly.

Dipper shrieked.

"NAHAHAHA! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHA- STAHAHAP!" He tossed his head back, kicking and thrashing under the ticklish nibbles. Stan's old man stubble wasn't helping. The scratchy texture made it so much worse.

Stan was enjoying himself. Hearing the kid's laughter reminded him of the stupid things he and his brother would do as kids, the fun they'd have. Before it all went south, they'd do this all the time. The best part was that he knew Dipper didn't mind it.

Just to be a jerk, he started making little "nom" noises as he nibbled the boy's stomach. Dipper twisted and shoved at his head, but Stan wouldn't budge. The tween resisted the urge to hit at Stan's head, instead gripping his silver hair. He didn't tug, but just grabbed on, needing something to do with his hands.

The nibbles traveled across his midsection, going from his stomach to his ribs, then back down to his belly button. Dipper was in stitches, the simple action reducing him to a cackling mess. He could barely think, his mind reeling at the assault on his nervous system. It wasn't bad, but it was mean.

Dipper managed to last for another two minutes before reaching his limit. The boy's laughter had taken on a breathy edge, his thrashing slowed with exhaustion. He patted the top of his Grunkle's head, tapping out.

Just like that, the torturous sensations stopped. Stan chuckled, raising his head and rubbing his great-nephew's midsection to try and ease the phantom tickles. Dipper curled into himself as he giggled out the leftover buzz. "Youhuhu…you suhuck…"

That got him a poke to the side. "Watch it, giggles." And Dipper, not having much of a choice, giggled. Stan let him go with a knowing smirk. The tween quickly slid off his lap, rubbing his sides. The clock read 5:30, just in time for him to get ready. "Your sister wants you dressed in an hour. Don't be late."

He left the room, leaving Dipper alone with his costume. Stan knew it wasn't a permanent fix. The boy was always stressing about something. He just hoped that the playful moment eased his worries for the night. Those kids deserve a good night.

The tween looked over at the suit, a small smile still on his face. The negative thoughts from before were gone, replaced with a light and happy feeling. He picked up the dark fabric, sliding the mask on over his red face. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all…

#day 12 #gf tickle #lee!dipper #ticklish!dipper #ler!stan #ler!stanley #augtickletober2022 #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #gravity falls tickle #gravity falls #gf dipper #gf stanley #stanley pines #gravity falls fic

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shamelessler · 1 year

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screaming crying throwing up

#i love the art style🥺🥺#not my art #ticklish!bill cipher #gravity falls tickle #weewooweewoo #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community

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starlightrosa · 1 month

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Masterpost! (Update: 16th May, 2024)

Heya, my name’s Rosa! 19 years old, and returning to Tumblr after a good while away. Just some general housekeeping to do, bear with me please <3

No NSFW under any circumstances. I despise everything about it, it gives me the ick, times a million.

DNI LIST: Homophobes, racists, TERFs, basically anyone who acts like a piece of shit. You’re not welcome here.

What I WILL write: ✅

Angst

Fluff

Comfort

Light gore (whichever stories have these, i will tag appropriately.)

Non-tickle stories too if asked <3

What I will NOT write: ❌

Smut in any degree.

Gore-centric fics/obviously NSFW topics.

Yes, a fair few of these are gonna be tickle fics, because tickling is cute and happiness is my lifeblood. But everything will be SFW and kept fluffy as possible for your sanity <3

TAGS

#rosa writes - my writing tag :D

#rosa chats - general tag for non-writing things

You're more than welcome to ask questions, and pop in a request using the fandoms below:

FANDOMS:

Welcome Home

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

The Amazing Digital Circus

Baldur’s Gate 3

Gravity Falls

#hazbin hotel #hazbin tickles #welcome home tickles #helluva boss tickle #Baldur's gate tickle #tadc tickles #rosa chats #bg3 tickling #gravity falls tickle #masterpost

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ticklebillcipherrn · 1 year

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Lee!Mabel!?

She deserved it after this

Both art by

Lee

@stanleeypines

#gravity falls tickle #tickle art #Lee!Mabel #Lee!Stanford #Ler!Mabel #Ler!Stanford

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lopsicle · 2 years

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Okay, I’m getting increasingly further behind, but I feel a lot less stressed about it, I’ll just catch up after October ig, regardless here’s my late day 6

Day 6: Cuddles

Characters: Lee Tambry, Ler Wendy (platonic or romantic)

Warnings: Tickle fic

A quick glance at Tambry and one would assume she’s not the kind of girl to enjoy physical contact, but the opposite was the case. She absolutely craved it, as long as it was behind closed doors, she hated public affection. The girl didn’t really know why, it just made her feel smaller and like people were watching her. Wendy wasn’t as crazy about touch as Tambry was, but the red head still enjoyed it, mainly on the giving end, which worked out perfectly for the two.

Wendy was one of the only people Tambry would put her phone down around and just listen to the girl and be with her in the moment, no matter how mundane the conversation was, it all mattered to her. And right now was one of those moments, Tambry’s house, with her being an only child, could be really, really quiet most of the time. It had a calming, dark feeling to it, one that could make you slip right into sleep without noticing it. Tambry’s room was quiet bare however, she never really saw the point in decorating it and kept it to a minimum by painting her room a dark shade of purple. Their were a couple black stars plastered to the roof to give it a small bit of flavour, but Tambry never paid much mind to any of that. What she was paying attention to was the girl she was laying on right now. On the top of Tambry’s squishy, soft mattress, laid Wendy and Tambry, with Wendy sitting down, her back hovering over the bed as she stabilised her position by leaning into her elbows, and also having one of her knees curled up. Meanwhile, Tambry was groggily laying her body against her, keeping her head against the girl’s chest, and her arms and legs around her, clinging onto the tough lumberjack.

Wendy was wearing her usual like green vest with a black T-shirt underneath, her jeans with a bit of stained mud on them. Her hat and boots were discarded at the side, leaving her frizzy orange hair sticking out, and her orange and yellow socks visible. Tambry had slipped into some more comfortable wear moments prior, a soft light indigo t-shirt with a white skull on her belly, and loose dark bottoms with a thin strip of purple tracing down them, and opted for fluffy white socks.

Tambry’s eyes were threatening to close as she stifled a yawn, not wanting to fall asleep and lose this moment. Her arms awkwardly shifted against Wendy’s sides as she grumbled into the sides of the redhead’s chest. Wendy, in turn, paused her ramblings and looked down at the girl to check if she was okay. She brought down her free hand and began tapping her fingers against Tambry’s neck repeatedly. ‘Hey, you’re not gonna fall in the sleep in the middle of a conversation, are you?’ She asked half heartedly with a smile, as Tambry’s sleepy face looked up to her with a bit of gratitude for her waking up. ‘N-no, and this isn’t a conversation, it’s me listening to you talking,’ Tambry corrected with a mumble, wrapping her arms even tighter around Wendy.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever,’ Wendy smiled fondly at how attached Tambry was, and kept her hand at the girl’s neck, beginning to trace her fingers around the rim of it. It produced a very light feeling in the girl’s neck, one that was so subtle, yet so impossible to ignore. She slowly shifted her head away and curled her cheek to her shoulder, trying to protect her sensitive neck any way she could. ‘Aw, what’s wrong Tambry, are you a bit too ticklish for this?’ Wendy smiled, catching on almost instantly as she crawled her fingers to the nape of Tambry’s neck and began pinching and scratching at it. Tambry allowed the smallest of whines to pierce her lips before clasping her mouth shut, refusing to let out any laughter as her cheeks get puffy.

‘Come on, just laugh a little, please,’ Wendy offered, slowly grabbing the wrists of Tambry’s tired arms and placing them behind her back. Tambry was a bit confused until Wendy leaned back against the bed, pinning Tambry’s wrists above her head. The girl let out a small, surprised gasp before wiggling her arms against Wendy to no avail. ‘Hey, you brought this on yourself, okay?’ Wendy snickered before tilting her head upwards and slowly crawling her arms from Tambry’s underarms all the way down to her armpits. The girl shifted and bit at her lip to stop the giggles of anticipation from spilling out of her mouth. Once Wendy’s hard fingers reached the girl’s armpit, she began slowly, almost gently circling them into the skin. If this was normal tickling, Tambry would’ve easily been able to take it, but not being able to bring her arms down in defence no matter how hard she tugged just made this 10x worse. ‘Eek, Wehahahahandy, pleahahahase!’ The girl blurted out quickly, but it didn’t really come across as genuine to Wendy.

‘Please what? Please tickle you more? If you insist!’ Wendy teased loudly, loving just how red Tambry’s face got from it. Wendy got off the girl’s wrists and sat up on her knees, before quickly scurrying her ravenous nails all over Tambry’s belly, rolling up her shirt slightly in the process to reveal her waist line. ‘Nahahahaahaha, gahahahahahahahad!’ Despite the fact Wendy had gotten off her, Tambry had kept her wrists above her head and was barely even squirming away from the redhead, which Wendy gave a confused stare at. She tried to reason with it in her head but the only explanation would be…

‘Bry, do you enjoy this?’

‘Shut up!’

‘You like being tickled!’ Wendy reiterated, causing poor Tambry to curl her body as much as she could, a deep red blush painted onto her cheeks. It was only now Tambry crashed her arms back down, mainly to hide her face behind her elbows, which just caused Wendy to giggle more at her. ‘You don’t have to be embarrassed about it, you know?’ Wendy said halfheartedly, not wanting the situation to turn awkward for the both of them as she traced her fingertip into Tambry’s cold waistline.

The girl’s head immediately poked out from behind her arms, her face practically lighting up at Wendy’s statement as the cooling feeling of relief washed over her whole body. ‘I don’t?’ She said, blinking slowly, excitement clear in her voice as Wendy offered her a small smile. ‘Of course not!’ The redhead was actually quite excited at the thought of being able to tickle someone, having a lot of brothers usually meant she was the victim of tickle attacks, and she was wondering what it was like to be the one to imitate it. Her fingertips gently pinched at the sides of Tambry’s shirt as she slid it up just so that her belly and sides were exposed.

‘Is this okay?’ Wendy asked comfortingly, to which Tambry gave a small hum of acceptance and a nod towards her friend. Wendy could only offer a smile in response; she didn’t really give Tambry much of a chance to ease into the tickling, as she clawed her fingers all over Tambry’s torso, letting her thumb work against her sides while her nails scratched and scraped against her belly. ‘N-nahahahaah, Wehahahaahahndy, thaahahahaht ihahahahasn’t faihahaahahahr!’ The sudden tickling lead to Tambry squealing loudly, leaning her back against Wendy’s sides as the girl’s hands only held her friends closer to her. Wendy also learnt from this that Tambry was incredibly squirmy, her friend just couldn’t keep still. Her legs rapidly kicked and buckled around, her heels plummeting against the mattress while her arms randomly flailed and struck the bed. She let her belly wiggle around, knowing she couldn’t shake Wendy’s hand off anyway. ‘Jesus, girl, kept still!’ She joked, but Tambry really did try, she only managed to slow down for a few seconds, before descending straight back into her splashing about. Wendy took a bit of mercy on the girl, slowing her tickling to a few inches up and down her sides, sometimes grazing her nails downwards and tapping at her hips, which proved not to be as sensitive as the rest of her body. ‘E-Ehehe, bleheheheheheheh!’ Tambry carelessly let giggles deep through her lip, her squirming dissolving into flinches whenever Wendy hit an occasionally sensitive spot.

Wendy’s cold tickling soon dissolved into a warm stroking, letting the palms of her hands run up and down against Tambry’s bare side. The girl blinked and yawned, seemingly remembering just how tired she was from before the tickling. She leaned her body against Wendy’s, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into her shoulder, not wanting to fluster herself even more. The lumberjack just smiled and wrapped an arm around Tambry’s waist to hold her closer.

‘You’re welcome.’

#tickle fic #sfw tickling community #gravity falls tickle #tickletober2022 #tickle content #tickletober #lee tambry #lee! tambry #ler wendy #ler! wendy

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