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lopsicle · 2 years

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Oh my, I have absolutely nothing planned, no fandoms, no characters, help me someone please- Okay, new plan, encanto fic!

Day 4: Reward

Characters: Lee Isabella, Ler Camilo (not a ship, pure platonic)

Warnings: Tickle fic, feet tickles,

In the newly built Madigral house, life was as peaceful as it could be. Sure, their was sibling fights, but nothing major anymore, it was a lot more accepting and open. Which is why Isabella loved trying on so many new outfits, each with different, bright colours. Her wardrobe was practically a rainbow at this point. And, of course, everyone in the house loved this, they new it was a big deal to the girl to be able to express herself like this and always made sure to compliment her outfits. Whereas one member of the household wanted to give more then just a compliment.

Since Isabella got more active with her siblings and cousins, she was practically indoctrinated into the tickle fights. Sure, she tickled Dolores a lot, but that was when it was only those two as kids. She had never been able to be on the receiving end and didn’t make any attempt to hide the fact she loved the attention. However, this would prove to be fatal when confronted with the house’s most vicious tickle monster.

Camilo wanted Isabella to not just be accepting with her choices, but to be encouraged and supported in them. Of course, the boy would never dream of showing this directly, so he decided to do it more subtly. A soft tapping that could barely be described as a knock was heard at Isabella’s door. She made her way over to it, and opened it widely, trying to show off her room. She had strayed away from the blinding pink colours, and went with cool, deep purple and blue colours that gave a nice cozy feeling to the room. ‘You really out done yourself with this place, huh?’ Camilo said, wondering around the room after inviting himself in, not that Isabella minded. She shut the door behind him, and gave a nod in response ‘you think? It took me a while to get each and every single flower but I’d say it was worth it,’ Camilo offered her a smile in response, Isabella was right, the room had a comforting, lull atmosphere to it. He took a seat in a small opening from the flowers, his legs crossed as Isabella sat on her knees, facing him.

‘Wait, why are you here?’ She asked, tilting her head at the shape shifter. He rolled his eyes, examining her dress for a short moment. She had clearly put more time into it apart from the random splashes of colours. It covered her up to her knees, with the main colour being a light, sun like yellow with red dots poked rhythmically against it. ‘Can’t I just be here to spend time with my cousin?’ He asked with a smile. ‘No, absolutely not, what do you want?’ She asked him bluntly, staring down at him. ‘Rude,’ he stated, giving her a jab to the side. ‘D-eeek!’ She practically hopped backwards, her knees curled upwards while her back hovered just above the ground, her elbows supporting her upwards.

‘Camilo, don’t you dare!’ She ordered, but it was clear she didn’t mean it. Any other day, Camilo probably wouldn’t listened and made her ask for the tickling, but he was coming here to be nice about this after all. Well, not that nice. ‘You don’t mean that, do you?’ He smirked, snaking his hands downwards and delicately scratching behind her knees. The sudden action caused her hips to buckle upwards and legs to kick outwards, which just left her knees more exposed. ‘C-cahahahahamilo!’ She cried out, her hands clutching the stems of the flowers near her as she tried her best to keep still. ‘What is it?’ He responded casually, letting his fingertips curl around the sides of her knees as her began rapidly squeezing into them, letting his fingers sink further and further into her flesh. Isabella kicked her legs more wildly in response, unable to get Camilo’s hands off of her at this point. ‘D-dahahahahahahahahn’t!’ She screeched loudly, letting her back fall against the ground as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. ‘Don’t what?’ He asked with a small smirk on his face, slowing down his assault a bit. ‘Tickle me!’ She blurted out, a small bit of heat rising to her cheeks as the word left her lips. ‘Tickle you?’ He confirmed, tilting his head at her while his hands cupped the bottom of her slippers. ‘If you insist!’ He flung them off of her, letting his small, but sharp nails drag against her feet in the process. Isabella shrieked at the feeling, attempting to pull her legs back instinctively but Camilo wrapped his right arm around her ankles, leaving her no room to inch away from his devilish fingers. ‘I swear, if yo-hahahahahahahhuhahahah, stahahahahahahahahahahah!’ She sat upwards, reaching her hand forward towards him, before curling her fingers into a fist and recoiling it against the soft flowers to her side. ‘What, I’m only doing what you asked me to!’ He said in defence, slowly dragging his nails up and down her soles, pressing them ever so slightly so the cold, piercing feeling of his nails would sink in.

‘Oh mahahahahahahy gahahAHAHAHAHahahahd!’ She practically screamed outwards, her body twisting and curling from side to side, letting her fists pound against the ground next to her. ‘This spot really gets you screaming, huh? Maybe I should change,’ he offered, but didn’t let up on the treatment for a second, just using this time to wiggle her nails further and further against her. ‘Yeahahahahahaha, pleahahahAHAHAHAHAHSE!’ She pleaded and begged, giving one last tug at her ankles before feeling them finally being released. Isabella let her body completely fall against the ground as she caught her breath. Camilo took this time to crawl up towards her shoulders, staring at her in the eyes. ‘Hmm, how about here?’ He said, but it was more of a statement then a question as he let his fingers trail against the side of Isabella’s neck. The girl brought her shoulders to her neck out of reflex, before her tired state melting into the sensations and she curled her neck towards his fingers.

‘See, that’s much better, isn’t it?’ He said, but it was too feint for Isabella to hear. She felt so relaxed just laying their in the cool atom sphere, a careless smile on her face as the gentle scratching lulled her to sleep. Camilo giggled at the sight, before slowly dragging the girl by the wrist up to her bed, and placing her under the covers.

‘Goodnight, prima,’ the shapeshifter gave one last smile before closing the door.

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Definitely not one of my best fics but I can’t leave y’all hanging in tktober!

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #encanto tickle #tickletober #tickletober2022 #lee isabella #lee! isabella #ler camilo #ler! camilo

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radation · 1 year

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Can you make a Tickle fic featuring Lee!Mirabel and Ler!Pepa and Ler!Felix playing a tickle game? (Contains armpit tickling, Rasperries, feet tickling with feathers)

Hide and seek

Lee mirabel ler Pepa and Felix

(Scenario: mirabel decides to have fun with her tio and tia but they are too busy so they decide to have a little tickle game with her)

Now ur speaking my language!!, we need more mirabel and her tia pepa and tio felix moments-

On to the story

It was a day like any other, julieta was in the village healing the people and Augustine getting himself in another mess

But this time pepa was being constantly annoyed by her sobrina, “mirabel for the last time I’m reading a book, if you’d like I can read it for u but please stop pulling my arm one more pull and ur pulling it out of my socket”

“But im boooooooreddddd ugh why can’t we do something fuuuun everyone else is busyyy”mirabel groaned

“I’m busy too” pepa yanking her hand away which let mirabel fall on her bum and caused a little giggle to come out from pepa

“Reading a Book is busy? Ha as if” mirabel doing the Bordem gesture while raising a brow

Just as pepa gasped dropping the book, felix walked in

“Perfect, Felix please help me out mirabel wants to have fun but I’m busy” pepa pleaded

“No problem mi amor” felix assured

Felix went over to mirabel and helped her stand up and asked “so what do u wanna do?”

“I don’t know but I don’t want it to be a game where u old people enjoy it cuz that’s reallyyy I mean reallyyy boring” mirabel answered felix and pepa were stunned

“Okay then” pepa stood up smirking, “how about hide and seek”

“Okay also don’t try and get to worn out considering you’re old so I won’t be hiding really well so u can find me easily” with that said she skipped out of the room leaving her tio shocked and pepa whispered in his ear about the plan both shared a look of “you are so dead” and “just you wait”

She entered Antonio’s room and he wasn’t there so she tip toed all the way over to a big bolder and hid behind it covering her eyes

4 seconds later she heard the door open and close she knew they had just entered so she covered her mouth from making any noise

“Mirabel where are you~”

“I’m gonna get you~”

“Just you wait until I get grubby little hands on you”

As much As she wanted to make a noise she held it in as things were looking good for mirabel felt two slim arms grab her and pull her, she let out a shriek and look up to her tia with the widest smirk ever

“Hello sobrina~” she says poking mirabel’s stomach

“hahah hi lihsten Ihd love toh stay but I gohtta gho” she immediately tried to get up but was pulled back down by pepa and placed on her lap and teased “oh no, you’re not going anywhere”

Pepa soon started tickling her sides gently stroking it up and down causing mirabel to be in a fit of giggles

Soon the mirabel felt another pair of hands tickle her stomach, it was felix

Now mirabel is bombared from pokes and tickles from her quirky tio and tia

“Ahahahhehehehahah nohohohohohoh plehwhhahahseheh I thohouhuhght we are plahying hide and sehek” mirabel laughed

“Oh no sweetie it’s tickle hide and seek”

“Whehn did this behcohme tihckle edihtion?”

“Since now”

“Plehaahhseh stohohop”

“You should have thought of that before calling us old” felix teased while mirabel was have the squirm of her life

“I wonder what happens when I tickle here~” pepa lightly said bringing her face close to mirabel’s face while striking her armpit

And mirabel arched her back SCREAMING

“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHSHEHEHE MEHEHRHRCHCHYHYH”

“Oh no I’m afraid no mercy today sobrina” felix smiled before blowing a raspberry on her belly then rubbing his beard all over her stomach then giving her belly buttons a few kisses before going back to blowing raspberries

Raspberries all over her stomach

tickling in her armpits

“Awee look at my little sobrina being all red~ oh yes you are, yes you are~” pepa teased before kissing her cheek

“TIAAHAHAHA”

“Yes squeaky?”

“PLEAHAHHADHEHE STOHOP TIHICKHLING MY ARHMPIHITS”

“Not gonna happen sweetie” she said before giving another kiss

Tio felix stopped the raspberries and found a feather on the floor,

He sat on mirabel’s ankles and started to stroke the feather up and down her feet causing mirabel to shriek and try and reach over not until she felt pokes to her belly button on her which sent her to fall to the ground and arch her back

“NOHOHOHOT THEHE FEHEHET”

“Oh yes the feet~”

Felix then started to tickle her feet with his hands and mirabel was screaming using all her might to push them off

“AHEHE NAHAH”

“Awe look at how cute you look, you’re so red it’s adorable aw *mwah* *mwah* tickle tickle Sobrina~” pepa smiled

“Look at the little toes~”

When she fell into a silent laughter due to the tickling her tio and tia let up knowing she reached her limit

She was grasping for air Pepa placed mirabel’s head on her lap brushing her curls off her face and stroking her face while Felix is getting rid of the ghostly tickles by rubbing her stomach “you okay mira?”

“Yehep”

“Good” pepa said before land a kiss on mirabel’s nose

“Aheh nehevhr aghahihn”

“Correct” felix sat close to his wife helping placing mirabel on pepa’s lap

Pepa wrapped her arms around mirabel giving a few smooches before telling her to never call them old again and mirabel nodded her head quickly

All 3 laughed at mirabel’s reaction

After a few minutes of pepa and felix talking, pepa looked over to see a sleeping mirabel

Pepa immediately told felix to carry mirabel to their bed

And felix agreed carrying mirabel and placing her on their bed soon pepa was laying next to mirabel, cuddling her

Felix soon joined, cuddling both of them before drifting off to sleep while hugging mirabel in the middle knowing, no one will ever hurt her while they are here

The end :)

Requested by: @aquirasstudios

#leemirabel #lerpepa #ler felix #we need more mirabel and pepa and Felix moments #pepa’s teases are the worst #encanto tickle #tickLEE #tickle encanto

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tickling-giggles · 2 years

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Hey! If you’re still taking prompts, could I request “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish? You look pretty ticklish to me!” with lee!Mirabel and ler!Julieta?

Cooking antics

A/n:Thanks for the asks anon! I haven’t used any prompts in a while.

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“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish? You look pretty ticklish to me!” Julieta squeezed at her daughter’s sides. “Mahhahahamahaha pleheheEHEase” Mirabel jerked side to side.

They were currently making arepas and Mirabel was stirring the batter.

“Come on hija you can’t be this ticklish” Julieta teased as she crawled up her sides under her arms. “KYAAAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAMAHAA PLEHEEHHEHEHEESE NAHAHAT THEREEE GEHEHEHT OHOHOUT” Mirabel squealed as she clamped her arms down.

“Well my hands are trapped I can’t get them out” Julieta told Mirabel. “Mah— mahahahma dohohon’t” Mirabel whined through her giggles. ”Mira if you don’t lift up your arms I can’t move my hands” Julieta explained.

“Ihi Ihi dohont trust yohou” Mirabel not realizing what she just said just made things worse. “Oh my goodness I am your mother Mirabel” Julieta gasped.

“Noho I didn’t meehean it like thahat” Mirabel tried saving herself. “And you still haven’t— that’s it I’ll make you lift up your arms one way or another” Julieta warned before she blew a raspberry oh her neck.

“MAAAHAHAHAHMAHA GYAHAHAHA NOOOHOHOO” Mirabel shrieked as she scrunched up her shoulders and fell back on her mom.

“Just like your father” Julieta chuckled.

#kiara writes #tickle drabble #kiara answers #encanto tickling #encanto tickles #encanto tickle #lee!mirabel #Ler!julieta #I need to use more prompts

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tkpuke · 2 years

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Info/about me

MASTERPOST

Hi! I’m Lenny!

Nice of you to stumble upon my blog and learn more about me :)

My pronouns are she/her

I am NOT new to tumblr or to the tickle community. I have written tk hcs/fics in the past but only for a certain show before I took my very long hiatus. I am now back ready to post more and be active again since I missed this app so dearly, surprisingly.

The shows/movies I will write for are Stranger Things, Hazbin Hotel, The Umbrella Academy, and IT. There is most likely more I’m comfortable to write for but my mind is blank currently. It doesn’t hurt to ask tho!

I am currently accepting prompts/hc requests since my drafts are squeaky clean. I will however may turn down your request if I simply don’t like the pairing/plot or whatever the reason may be.

Although don’t be shy to request something in my inbox! Or even better, if you wanna be friends :) I love chit-chatting with people.

That just about wraps everything up. I’ll update more on here if any new rules/info comes to mind.

Thanks for reading ! <3

#tickle community #stranger things tickle #Tua tickle #Encanto tickle #tickle fluff #sfw tickle blog #master post #tickle hcs #tickle fics

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multi-fandom-tickles · 2 years

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Fandom List

Rating Scale: 💖💖💖💖💖 max

Imma just say if you're hoping for this to be like alohabetised or vaguely organised it ain't gonna happen anyway let's get on with this mess

Descendants: 💖💖💖💖💖

Current hyperfixation. Might update this list whenever I get a new one idk. Fave Lee is Harry and I don't have a fave Ler yet but Uma could be fun if only because she has like 20 limbs!

Lord of the Rings: 💖💖💖💖

Fave Lee is Legolas (apparently elven laughter makes everyone happy according to some fanfics and I am weak) and fave Ler is probably Gimli.

Dragon Age Origins: 💖💖💖💖

Listen I don't pick the things I like too much. Even if they're stupidly specific. Fave Lee is Zevran (do I have a type??) and fave Ler has to be Leliana.

Encanto: 💖💖💖

Not as high up on my list as it used to be but still high enough to write for! Fave Lee is Camilo and fave Ler is Isabela!

Percy Jackson: 💖💖💖💖

Along with all the other books that revolve around these guys. Fave Lee is absolutely Nico 100%, and the fave Ler just has to be Leo. He's so chaotic. He'd be such a good ler!

That's all I can think of off the top of my head. I'll try and keep this updated.

I do take requests but I don't do x reader - just so you know! Enjoy!

#tickling #encanto tickling #descendants tickling #Lord of the rings tickling #LOTR tickling #Dragon age tickling #Percy Jackson tickling #Descendants tickle #Lord of the rings tickle #LOTR tickle #Encanto tickle #Dragon age tickle #Percy Jackson tickle #Pjo tickling #Pjo tickle #tickle community #idek

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nhasablogg · 5 months

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Give it to your sister

Fandom: Encanto

Characters: Mirabel, Luisa

Summary: Mirabel hides sometimes. Luisa is no stranger to things becoming too much.

A/N: I am late as usual and just watched Encanto and needed to write something because I love that family with my whole HEART. I'm not sure how much I'll write for it, but feel free to send me prompts for now and maybe I'll fill them!!

Words: 752

Mirabel hid sometimes, when it all became too much. She was certain no one noticed - everyone used to her being in the way, to her overwhelming urge to try to be of use. It always surprised her when she did it, because it was usually for the smallest reason. The last straw breaking the camel’s back. A change of tone. Someone ignoring her, or snapping at her, or the whole house moving to a rhythm she couldn’t keep up with and she finally realized she was tired. And so she hid. Not in the nursery, because that didn’t seem like hiding. Anyone could find her there. She didn’t want to be found.

Not immediately, anyway.

“There you are.” Mirabel caught the anxiety melting off of Luisa’s face when she looked up to find her crouching down to peek at her. “Only you would think to hide beneath Dolores’ bed.”

Mirabel grinned sheepishly. “I figured no one would expect me to go for the person who would hear me even approaching the door.”

Luisa laughed, delighted. “That’s clever. Too bad she could hear your breathing and told me to check on you. Scoot over.”

Mirabel did what she was told and didn’t bat a single eyelid as Luisa lifted the bed so that she could crawl under it too. “I’m fine,” she said before her sister could ask.

“You’re not.” She knocked their shoulders together as lightly as she could, but it still jostled her. “It’s okay. I don’t blame you.”

Mirabel wasn’t used to people noticing, except her mother. Even if they did, most of them kept quiet about it; her lack of powers as hush hush of a topic as Bruno’s existence. Antonio’s big day was approaching and the house was a whirlwind of preparations that she wasn’t getting included in. In fact, Abuela was probably two mistakes away from tying her to a chair to keep her from intervening. It was quite humiliating.

“Humiliating to be able to sit back and relax?” Luisa said when she’d finished ranting.

“To not be of use.” Despite her frustration she didn’t miss the way something flickered across Luisa’s face which she couldn’t fully interpret. “I don’t mean to complain, I promise-”

“It’s good to complain sometimes.” Luisa wasn’t looking at her, instead opting to pick at a speck of dust on the floor which only she seemed to be able to see. “It’s better than hiding.”

Mirabel buried her face in her arms, suddenly embarrassed. “I don’t mean to hide.”

“Hey.” A poke to her side. “Look at me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Luisa let out a laugh. “Come on. Please.” She dragged out the word, almost singing it. Mirabel could picture her grinning, the way she would when they were younger and Isabela had pissed Mirabel off so that Luisa had to try to save the day. Luisa always tried to save the day. They were alike in that way, only at least her sister usually succeeded while Mirabel always failed.

Another poke to her side, as if Luisa could sense she was wallowing. “Mirabel.”

Mirabel whined, burying her face even deeper so that her nose was almost touching the floor. Maybe she should’ve found a better hiding spot.

The poke was suddenly aimed higher, which was definitely on purpose, and Mirabel cried out and tried to move her arm down to shove Luisa off, only Luisa grabbed it before she could and poked at her upper ribs again just where she knew it tickled.

“Luisa!” Mirabel shrieked, already laughing, realizing how close her sister’s now continuous pokes were to her armpit. “Don’t!”

“Should’ve looked at me when I asked you to.” She could hear Luisa’s smile in her voice, although she couldn’t see much as she’d knocked off her own glasses in her attempt to roll away in a space that was way too small for this type of activity.

Still she tried, rolling over to the side which Luisa was torturing to try to block her attacks, which of course just led to Luisa going for her belly, hugging her close in the process so that Mirabel couldn’t move away at all. Whatever she was saying through her laughter, Luisa ignored. Mirabel wasn’t entirely sure it made sense anyway, her words jumbled and choppy, her giggles bubbly and loud.

“I wonder how Dolores hasn’t burst in here yet, since it sounds like I’m murdering you.”

Dolores was, unbeknownst to them, standing just outside the room smiling at the sound of her cousins.

#tickling #ticklish!mirabel #mirabel and luisa #encanto #encanto fic #tickle fic #give it to your sister #n writes

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sleepysheepytea · 1 year

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lollllll u thought i was done with the nart art spam but i have returned mwahahahaha

honk studying for midterms i dont care anymore

ash and i yell about these two on a near daily basis

i have a gajillion headcanons

#tickle art #naruto tickling #lol just like last year expect hyperfixation art as i deal with stress #dude its been a year since my encanto hyperfixation what even is time #lee!hinata #ler!hinata #lee!neji #ler!neji #them

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tatacalthrop · 1 year

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Commission of Mirabel and Elena for @prophetic-hijinks! My commission info is here!

Elena Ruiz is a fancharacter from the comic series Prophetic Hijinks.

Drabble under the cut:

Elena found it surprisingly easy to adjust to the house being alive. It wasn't unlike growing up in the convent. The house had a natural buzz, a certain agenda, and it responded to asks for help, falling children and excessive clutter; it was, in its own way, very like an order of nuns. It was one of the easiest things to understand.

What she found strange was the politicking of being Bruno Madrigal's fiancée, and all the parties and meetings and social-visits-that-weren't-really-social-visits. But Bruno didn't seem to pay much mind to that, and she happily took it as her cue to break the rules. Like now; the party was buzzing downstairs, a party just for her, and here she was sneaking away from it. It wasn't her first engagement party, but it was certainly her favourite; Carlos had insisted on no children the first time around, but today Elena could simply slip away and amuse herself singing songs for Cecilia and the little ones, leaving Alma to say whatever it was she needed to say to the other women. The emerald engagement ring on her finger, still new and unfamiliar, glowed in the dimness as she walked through the hallways, unsure what she was looking for. The house guided her along by fluttering the floor-tiles and twitching paintings in the direction it wanted her to go.

"Wherever you're taking me," she said, "I hope you're going to cover for me if I'm found out." The house didn't respond to that. Had it been too indirect? She wasn't quite sure what the rules were.

She reached a dead end, and found to her surprise that the skirting-board around her was coming undone, and arranging itself at the end of the hall; it formed a doorway leading into the night air, where a spiral staircase wound up and onto the roof.

Elena wondered if Bruno was waiting for her. Apparently this was supposed to be a women's night, but perhaps he'd snuck home early for her. She smiled to herself at the thought, and drew her shawl around her against the night air as she started to climb.

When she ascended to the top of the stairs, though, she instead found the figure of Bruno's niece Mirabel, curled up on the roof and staring at the stars. Had that been who Casita brought her here to see?

Glad she wasn't wearing her heels, she tiptoed along the top of the roof towards where Mirabel was sitting.

Mirabel didn't look up. It was clear from the smudging on her face that she'd been crying; Elena wondered if she was perhaps not the best person to approach her, new to Mirabel's everyday life as she was, but the part of her that remembered being an adolescent made her come closer. How many times had Elena hidden in a quiet spot like this as a teenager, feeling like the world had forsaken her?

Mirabel drew her knees up and hugged them as Elena perched next to her.

“Hey there,” said Elena softly, unsure if she should put an arm around Mirabel or not.

Mirabel rubbed her eyes, simply pushing her hands under her glasses instead of taking them off. “Sorry,” sniffled Mirabel, “I didn’t... want you to see me like this.”

Elena took that as her cue to redirect her eyes away from Mirabel and towards the stars. Elena had comforted a lot of teenagers, under a lot of circumstances - the convent had seen its share of tragedy and adolescence both - and she was encouraged by Mirabel’s body language and tone of voice. Mirabel, it seemed, wanted to talk. That was good; Elena wanted to listen.

“I’ve seen worse,” said Elena warmly, “You’re still a lot more interesting than the crowd downstairs.”

Mirabel snorted. Elena chanced a peek and saw that Mirabel was still hugging her knees, goosebumps on her exposed arms; a pang of maternal sympathy washed over Elena, and she took the shawl from around her shoulders and swept it over Mirabel’s shoulder, grateful the thing was so impractically big.

(If things with Carlos had been different, would she have a daughter about Mirabel’s age, now? Best not to dwell.)

“What’s on your mind?” asked Elena, watching Mirabel accept the shawl and pull it further around her arm, shuffling closer. A heart after her own. Elena would hide away by herself for hours, yet long desperately for someone to find her, to offer her a hug and a shoulder to cry on.

Mirabel stared despondently at her feet. “I don’t know,” said Mirabel, “A lot.”

“Like what?”

Mirabel seemed warmer, but didn’t stop hugging her knees. She didn’t reply.

Elena thought back over the last few letters Bruno had sent her. She’d been here so much since the proposal, there had been no point writing. Shame - if something had happened with Mirabel, he would certainly have mentioned it.

“It’s - “ Mirabel began, then sighed. “Abuela told me that at the wedding, she... I mean, she said it was mainly symbolic, but... She said she was going to make an announcement. About... about appointing a successor to be the head of the family, and... retiring.”

Ah.

“That’s a lot,” said Elena.

“It’s a lot,” said Mirabel gloomily. “Cause if she retires, that means...”

Elena knew exactly what that meant; it meant Mirabel became head of the Madrigal family, and the de-facto mayor of the town, before she even turned twenty. Bruno’s letters were full of details on this point. Mamá made Mirabel do the breakfast meeting today... Mamá and Mirabel went to a stakeholder’s meeting in town... Mirabel is studying business strategy and I’ve been helping her... Elena had known that Alma was planning on a gradual retirement someday, but evidently, that day was coming now.

“I mean, I’m not a kid,” said Mirabel, sighing. “I’m almost a grown woman! I have to quit wasting time and do something with my life someday... It’s not that I don’t want to take over...”

Mirabel seemed so young to Elena. Had Elena thought of herself as a grown woman, when she wasn't even nineteen?

“It’s just so fast!” Mirabel let go of her knees to make a gesture of frustration, her voice catching. Her eyes began to fill with tears. “Everything’s moving so fast. Abuela’s retiring, Isabela told me she’s thinking of moving out, the wedding, it’s happening so fast...”

Elena rubbed Mirabel’s back in comforting circles. Mirabel buried her face in her hands and stifled a single sob, hid there for a moment, then sighed, forcing herself to calm down. Elena wished she could take Mirabel in her arms and let her cry for as long as she needed to... Elena wished, now, that it was Bruno here and not her; she was sure Mirabel would have wanted her uncle, not her unfamiliar aunt-to-be.

“If you told me, when I was your age, that I had to start doing community management for a town this size,” said Elena, “I’d have felt so overwhelmed, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Abuela was only twenty-five when she founded the Encanto,” sniffed Mirabel, “And she had three kids. And she’s not even really retiring! She said so!”

Mirabel’s voice was full of frustration, but Elena recognised self-anger and self-loathing when she saw it; she could see Mirabel begging herself to pull it together, stop being dumb, even if she didn’t say it out loud.

“She said barely anything will change, it’s just setting things in motion... That I won’t be in charge until I’m ready... I’ve been training for this for years! It shouldn’t be a big deal!” Mirabel rubbed her face. “But I can’t deal with it! I just can’t! I won’t even have Tío Bruno - ”

Mirabel stopped herself and gulped. Elena paused too, seeing the look on Mirabel’s face change, a blush rising in her cheeks.

“...Because he’ll be married to me?” said Elena softly.

Mirabel’s voice trembled with restraint. “I really want Tío Bruno to marry you,” she said, “I don’t... I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who would make him happier... He was alone for so long, he deserves it so much... We all love you so much for him...”

Elena felt her heart melt a little at that, despite herself.

Mirabel blinked away tears. “I’m really sorry,” she whispered, “I just... Seeing the vision of you, with the twins... I feel so selfish. And so stupid. I really want him to marry you, I do, I want him to have kids, I want him to have that... But there’s this... this stupid part of me... That wishes...”

One of Elena’s private fears was that she would never be accepted by Bruno’s beloved sobrinos, the ones he wrote so much about, and that they would never forgive her for stealing him away. But of course Mirabel, who was so sweet and generous, would never resent her. Elena wished she did resent her. Instead, poor Mirabel was stuck on this roof, resenting herself.

“Wishes things could stay the same,” murmured Elena, and Mirabel choked back another sob, leaning towards Elena. This time, Elena did wrap her arms around Mirabel, unfamiliar or not, and held her closer.

Elena heard Mirabel stuttering out, through tears, “I - I’m sorry - ”

Mirabel was so young, and so much like a younger Elena, and so much like Bruno, too, bright and brilliant. The sound of her crying made Elena’s heart break. “Oh, honey, don’t be sorry... Shh, mija... Don’t be sorry. You’re okay.”

She held Mirabel like that for a while, rubbing her back, brushing her hair away from her face. Elena thought about Bruno’s letters, again. Bruno spent many of his days worrying about Mirabel; chasing after her through her adventures, keeping her out of trouble, helping her with some new big project or other, desperate to protect her from the worst of his mother’s influence, preserving what little of her childhood that remained. What must it be like for Mirabel, who had spent her adolescence under his wing, to lose him to a new family?

When Mirabel finally quieted down to silent tears, Elena said, softly, “Have I ever told you about Ramón?”

Mirabel shook her head. Elena kept her arm around Mirabel, kept rubbing circles into her back, as she stared up into the stars.

“The first time I ever sang in front of an audience, I was thirteen. He was a busker, down on the city thoroughfare. He played the guitar for me. It was the first time anybody played for me since my father died. I felt like myself for the first time in years.”

Mirabel mumbled, “Tío Bruno told me about the fire.”

Elena nodded, grateful to be spared that part of the story. “Ramón was amazing on the guitar. I hadn’t heard anything like it for so long, I finally felt like I was at home again. I asked him if I could come back, and he said to come the next week, and bring a guitar from the music room, and he’d teach me to play for myself.”

“And he did?” said Mirabel.

“Every week,” said Elena, “For years. We’d spend an hour practising music, then another hour performing together. Every time I came back, he had something new to show me. He’d grown up poor, but he’d gotten his hands on every book he could. I thought there was nothing he didn’t know. I used to live for those weekends, when he would teach me how to be a musician. And then... when I was seventeen, I finished my bachiller, I went to go see him. The weekend before I applied to go to Conservatory, to study music...”

Elena ran her hands over her fingers, where the guitar-callouses had once been. Carlos had hated them; insisted she switch to piano and moisturise them away.

“When I got there, he said, ‘Today, Elena, you don’t need to sing; I’ll play for you, just for you.’ He did his whole set, all the music he’d taught me over those years. And then, when he was done, he handed me a lock-box. It was money - half of the money we’d made together over those years, the money I’d helped him make so he could keep it... He’d been putting it away, all that time, to give it back to me at the end. And he said, ‘Elena, I have nothing left to teach you. This is the last thing I have to give you. Now, you’ll be the one playing the music’.”

“What did you say?” asked Mirabel.

“I said thank you,” said Elena, “And I kept it together all the way until I got home, and then I cried, all night, because I was never going to go back there and learn music from him, ever again. I was going to leave, I was going to study other people’s music somewhere else, and I would never be the kid singing for Ramón on the thoroughfare again. The best part of my life was over, the new part hadn’t begun yet, and I was stuck in the middle with nothing... I didn’t feel like I’d ever be happy like that again, even if I became as brilliant and famous as I dreamed.”

Carlos had hated Ramón. Ramón had a special talent for insulting Carlos, very subtly and very slightly, in ways that were practically indetectable. Elena had always told Carlos he was just being mischievous. Elena had only realised recently that, in fact, Ramón had always hated Carlos back.

“Do you still miss it?” said Mirabel.

“To tell you the truth,” said Elena, “Yes. Life got... very complicated... when I turned about twenty. There are lots of times I’ve wished I could go back to that thoroughfare...”

Elena took Mirabel’s hand, gratified to see that she had stopped crying.

“But I didn’t have to miss Ramón,” she said. “He was wrong. He said he had nothing left to give me. But I kept in touch with him. He walked me down the aisle towards a man he hated,” She gave a short laugh, “And then, when that man left me, he got in his wheelchair, wheeled over to my house, and got me drunk. To tell you the truth, Mirabel, I’m forty-one, and I still don’t feel like I’m grown-up enough to stop needing his help.”

Mirabel, even with her eyes puffy and her face wet, smiled. “You’re famous.”

“And, you know what? I still feel exactly the same as I did when I was thirteen. I feel like a kid playing around, with the grown-ups pretending the clap for me... Even with my face on record labels. I still talk to Ramón and feel like there’s nothing he doesn’t know.”

Mirabel rubbed her face again, still smiling. “The first time Tío Bruno played your music for me,” she said, “I was fifteen... He said you re-invented the genre, and they should name the National University’s music building after you.”

Elena paused. “Really?”

“He said you could hear the classical training,” said Mirabel.

Elena found herself a little knocked off her train of thought with this information. Had Bruno said that? He’d never said that to her.

“I’ll have to ask him for a full review later,” Elena said, chuckling, “The point is... You don’t have to feel ready for these changes. It’s normal to not feel ready to grow up, no matter what age you are.”

(Even if you’ve already been married, even if you’ve tried to have children before... Those were things Elena didn’t need to say.)

“And the world won’t change as much as it feels like it will,” she continued, “I promise Bruno will always be your tío, just as much as he is now. I don’t think he’d ever change so much that he wouldn’t drop everything to help you...” She smiled. “And I don’t think he could be a father without your help.”

Elena squeezed Mirabel’s hand.

“If it ever feels like too much,” said Elena, “I know he’ll be there. It’s just... I’ll be there too. I promise I’ll take care of things while you two are on your adventures.” She laughed. “I’ve heard all about them.”

“That’d be nice,” chuckled Mirabel.

“And if you ever need to just get away and be a kid again, you can always come to us. I promise we won’t saddle you with any more responsibility. You can come play rat theatre with us, and make Camilo do all the grown-up stuff, okay?”

Mirabel laughed. “Rat theatre? Not you too?”

“Well, I think Bruno’s tastes are a little corny,” admitted Elena, “I was planning on introducing some diversity. Rat musicals... rat opera... Rat improv? His plot twists get so convoluted.”

Mirabel laughed again, properly this time, and Elena smiled at her. Downstairs, where the party lights were still going, someone put on a record - no Agustín to play the piano tonight.

“We should probably get back,” said Mirabel, “Abuela might wonder...”

“We can stay here for a little longer,” said Elena, smiling, “I’ll just tell her you wanted to talk to me about... Oh, I don’t know... economics? Something modern like that?”

“Economics,” laughed Mirabel. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe for five minutes...”

They both sat next to each other, staring up at the stars.

“They say that the Germans were researching how to send rockets to space,” Elena told Mirabel, “And that perhaps someday they’ll land on the moon, and build things there.”

“Do you think they will?”

“I don’t know,” said Elena, “Who knows what the future holds?”

They were silent for a moment.

“Bruno does,” said Mirabel, and Elena laughed.

“Yes, I suppose he does. I could ask him... But perhaps that would ruin the surprise... Oh, look!”

Elena pointed to where a streak of light was moving across the sky, or so it seemed for a moment; Mirabel craned her neck, looking around eagerly, but the sky seemed still again now.

“A shooting star?” said Mirabel.

“Maybe!” said Elena. “Or maybe a rocket launch, who knows? I don’t know anything about stars. You can barely see them, back home.”

For the first time, Mirabel was the one to take Elena’s hand, and squeeze it in her own.

“This is your home,” Mirabel said, “Or at least it will be soon.”

She grinned. Elena saw, in that grin, the promising young leader that Bruno spoke so highly of; she felt a flush of pride that they’d had this conversation, now, something between the two of them that Bruno hadn’t been a part of. That Mirabel wasn’t just Bruno’s niece but hers, too, someday soon...

“Is something wrong?” asked Mirabel, and Elena realised she’d gone quiet.

“No, not at all. I was just thinking...” Elena smiled. “On our first date, Bruno spent so long just talking about you and your adventures...”

“Really?”

...And I think I fell in love with him then, because it was clear he was so full of love, and his face lit up with joy and pride and he wasn’t embarrassed, not a bit, to show how much he admired this little girl; his heart was so huge, and he was so sweet, and I hadn’t thought there were men in the world who could be so gentle... “And it’s strange,” said Elena, “How much things have changed since that day, and here you are in front of me. Mirabel, if you don’t mind me saying this, I can’t wait to be your tía.”

Mirabel smiled. She looked very like Julieta when she smiled. She looked very like Bruno when she smiled.

“I can’t wait either,” she said.

They would go back to the party soon; but they lingered for a moment there, staring at the stars, as the music played on in the distance.

#encanto #art commission #prophetic hijinks #elena ruiz #elena is so nice to write.... i would love to live in her brain like an apartment #the story of prophetic hijinks begins tidily just as mirabel gets too old for the EncantoTV universe i'm very tickled by it #is elena ruiz canon in encantoTV? well she's not NOT canon. if she was she'd cameo in giftshop lol

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shyticklemonster · 2 years

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Requested art for @qlch0d

#tickle #tickle art #encanto #Lee Antonio #ler Pepa #ler Felix

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mythica0 · 1 year

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Hey guys! I know my fandoms are listed on my pinned intro post (which I will probably be re-vamping soon) however I wanted to make a more clear version! Edit; this list is subject to minor change

Edit: autocorrect , spelling and clarification

Series I will write for !

(Bolded means I especially like to write for it! Italics means I will try but don’t think I’ll do very well )

Wings of Fire

The Owl House

My Hero Academia

Sanders sides

My Little Pony

Miraculous

Cup head show

Saiki K.

Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends

Hazbin hotel / helluva boss

Encanto

Harry Potter

Twelve forever (there is literally nothing tkl wise )

Cookie run kingdom

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (ROTTMNT)

Tinga Tinga Tales

Total drama

The amazing digital circus

Trolls (all movies and shows)

Unikitty!

Fandoms I know about, and sometimes partake in, but do not consider myself apart of

Undertale

Five Nights at Freddy’s

Pokémon (I’m actually playing Pokémon scarlet so this may change, but I probably still won’t write for it)

My ships (I will write for other ones, these are just my favorites! )

Wof

Cleril (Clay X Peril)

TsunamiTide (Tsunami X riptide )

GloryBringer (Glory X DeathBringer )

StarSpeaker (Starflight X fatespeaker)

Quinter watcher (Moon X Winter X Qibli )

TurtleJou (Turtle X Kinkajou )

Blicket (Blue X cricket )

SunLow (Sundew X Willow )

LunaTail (Luna X SwordTail )

Anenemorin (Anenome X Tamarin)

TOH

Lumity (Luz X Amity) *obviously*

HuntLow (Hunter X Willow)

RaEda (Raen [is that how that’s spelled?] X Eda)

MHA

Dekuraka (Deku/Midoriya X Ururaka

KiriBaku (Kirishima X Bakugo )

SeroRoki (Sero X Todoroki)

ShinDenki (Shinso X Denki)

EraserMic (Aizawa/Eraser head X Hizashi/ Present Mic)

MomoJirou (Momo X Jirou)

ShojiYami (Shoji X Tokoyami)

AoyIida (Aoyama X Iida )

TSS

Prinxiety (Roman X Virgil)

IntruLogical (Remus X Logan)

Mociet (Patton X Janus )

All Poly ships (expect those with both Roman & Remus)

MLP

FlutterCord (Fluttershy X Discord )

That’s it .

Miraculous

I don’t know this one’s name, a poly ship between Marinette, Adrien, Kugami & Luka.

Alyino (Ayla X Nino )

RainbowTomato/ MarcNath (Marc X Nathaniel)

JuleRose (Juleka X Rose )

MylIvan (Mylén X Ivan)

CupHead Show

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Saiki K.

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FHIF

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Hazbin Hotel/ Helluva Boss

Charggie (Charlie X Vaggie )

Stolitzø (Stolas X Blitzø)

Fizmodeus (Fizzaroli X Asmoudeus )

M&M (Moxie X Millie ) *they are literally married*

Encanto

Doloriano (Dolorés X Mariano )

That’s it

Where would you even get any other ones

(This does not include the parents”s, because obviously they’re shipped)

Harinny (Harry X Ginny )

Ronmione (Ron X Hermione )

Lupius (Lupin X Sirius )

Twelve forever

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CRK

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ROTTMNT

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Tinga Tinga Tales

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Total drama

Gwuncan (Gwen X Duncan)

SamCota (Sam X Decota )

Bridgeoff (Bridgett X Geoff)

MikeZoe (Mike X Zoe)

The amazing digital circus

Kinger x late wife

Trolls

Broppy (Branch x poppy)

Bristle (Bridget X Gristle)

Unikitty!

Frock (Master Frown X Brock)

Other info: things about my writing

THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY SFW, DO NOT REQUEST NSFW TOPICS OR INTERACT IF YOU ARE MAINLY NSFW

I WILL NOT WRITE ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS THAT HAVE TO DO WITH INC3ST, PED0PH!L!A , OR NON-CONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIPS

Please ask me things and request stuff! I’m in desperate need of inspiration

You can share or ask for headcannons , I would love to share and see them!

Help me worldbuild! If you see me posting about a story or OG universe, ask about it! It helps me develop the story !

I do draw, however , I live with family, and draw on my school computer, so I won’t draw tkl art.

I will RP! However, only fandoms I’m in, only SFW and don’t expect it to be good 😅

Please check out my tags! My blog is kinda dead atm (which makes sense because I haven’t written anything in a while )and I feel like using my tags might help me get some recognition!

You can request art or fics, I will not ask for payment , and I’m always open! However, this means it might take a while for me to find the inspo to finish.

This is a tickle blog! If that’s not your style , I suggest you don’t follow me.

I am a minor who is on the AroAce spectrum. Do not try to flirt with me, even if you are also a minor, unless I am RPing as one of my characters. (Who is also not AroAce/ a minor )

Give me tips! I’m fairly new to tumblr (less than a year, and no I didn’t come from twitter) so any hacks you have for me are greatly appreciated! Such as how to link my posts to other posts so I can link this to my intro post and make a master list!

Sorry if my blog is hard to navigate, when and if I figure out how to link my posts I’ll make a navigation post and pin it. (I figured it out)

No harassment! Do not harass or bully me , my mutuals, any sort of community, or even strangers on my blog. (The exception being bad people like h0m0ph0b3s ) doing this will result in a block, if you are Anon, and I have to turn off the comfort of Anonymity for others, fuck you.

Oh yeah, on that note, I have a bit of a potty mouth when I’m not talking in front of my parents! I will try to remember to warn about swearing in my fics, but during reblogs , shit posts, etc? No warning.

Have a nice day my parrot chicks! Hope to talk soon!

~Parrot 🦜

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radio-navlee · 8 months

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Navy's Masterlist!

Hi! Little introduction, I'm Navy or Ghosty I'm a sfw tickle blog, anybodys free to interact I love talking to you guys!!(Yes I am a minor) Also my prompts are open all the time, if you want to see anything, just ask :) I am more than happy to read them <3

Last Updated- 4/6/24

What are u into at the moment?

-Camp Camp

-Spiderman Itsv-Atsv

-The Amazing Digital Circus

Dsmp (no longer write)

lee dream Ler george

Lee Tommy, Switch Tubbo, Ler Ranboo

Lee Sapnap, Ler Dream & George

Lee Techno, Ler Tommy

Lee Schlatt, Ler Wilbur

Lee Ranboo (Video)

Encanto (no longer write)

Lee Bruno Ler Mirabel

Stranger Things (Some what write)

Lee Steve Ler Eddie

Spiderman Itsv-Atsv (Still write)

Lee Hobie Ler Miguel

Switch Hobie, Pavitr, Miles,

Total Drama (no longer write)

Lee Noah (video, Just him laughing)

Lee Noah, Ler Owen

Lee Trent, Ler Duncan

Lee!Noah Ler!Emma

Lee!Noah Ler!Izzy,Owen,Al

Camp Camp (Still write)

Lee Max Ler David

Lee Max (Headcannons)

Lee Max Ler David,Gwen

Lee Max Ler Nikki,Neil

TADC (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Lee Jax Ler Ragatha

#tickle #tickles #sfw tickling community #tickle fanfic #tword community #camp camp tickle #atsv tickle #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse tickle #campcamptickle #stranger things tickle #encanto tickles #dsmp tickle #total drama tickle #tadc tickles

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raspberriesarchive · 2 months

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— disney !!

drabble tag || headcanon tag

fed up (camilo, family) - camilo has been getting on everyone’s nerves. luckily, his siblings and cousins all have a secret weapon against the shapeshifter. // alt. link: ao3.

#tickle fics #ticklishraspberries #encanto #disney

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Something funny?

Lee- baby isa and Dolores

Ler- juli and pepa

(Scenario: isa and Dolores were giggling at the fact that their mothers were fighting….over an arepa so in return they make them laugh even harder)

One day in la casita madrigal, you could hear Dolores and Isabela’s giggles roaming around the casita, as much to the adults they would hear this everyday so it was normal

So one day, Dolores and isa walked in on their mothers having an argument on who should have the last arepa

“I should get the last arepa! I made it!” Julieta grunted

“No I should! You ate almost all of them” pepa frowned

“That’s because you’re a slow eater!” Juli smirked

“OH NO YOU DIDNT”

“Oh yes I did”

“Don’t judge me nor my eating that is personal!”

As Julieta was about to speak, both heard laughter and in a sync they turned to see their daughters laughing

Dolores laughing on the floor, holding her stomach yelling “my stomach!”

Isa buckled and laughed “what are you, 5?”

Both glanced at each other and pepa spoke “you know arepas are delicious, you both fight over dolls” with julieta chuckling in the background

Both girls calmed them selfs down and told that atleast dolls can be reused

“I can’t believe our mothers are fighting over AN AREPA?!?” Dolores chuckled

“Yeah, hard to say but I believe that they have become of our age, if they told us sooner it would have been a real help when we were playing dollies” Isabella responded

“What did you say….” Both mothers standing up

Isa and Dolores immediately stopped laughing and stood like soldiers (well kinda), hands behind the back, but looking at their mothers in pure fear

“That your our age” isa spoke in a hesitant high pitched voice

“So ur calling us 5 year olds…” pepa smirked while juli crossed her arms

“Maybe…” Dolores pointed out

“I’ll show u 5 year old” Juli pounced at isa, pinning her arms up and placed her mouth on her ribs moving her mouth all around while making that “nom nom” sound

Isa created the loudest squeal ever (dw this is before Dolores got her gift) Dolores stood their stunned not until she was disrupted when her mother pinned her arms up and doing the same as her sister

Both girls were screaming and begging for mercy

“AHAHHAHAHAHHHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHAHHASHSEHEHE IHIHIHTSTSHSHS SOHOHOHOHOOHOH BAHAHAHHAD!!!!” Isa trying to push her arms down but couldn’t and the tickling made her weak

“WAHAHHAAHHAIHIHIHTTT IHIHIHIHIHIH WHAHAHAHSNT REHEHEHAHAHDYHYHY” Dolores soon responded

Julieta stopped attacking her ribs and held Isabela’s arms with one hand and used the unoccupied one to tickle her armpits

And that sent isa into a fit of laughter and turning her head, kicking her legs, doing her absolute best to lower her arms but couldn’t

“NAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAOHOHOHOHIAHAHAHHAHIHIHIHIH, WEHHEHEHEHERWEHEHEHE SOHOHOHOHORHRHHRYHYHHYH MAHAHAHHAMIHIHIHIHI” isa begged attempting to get out of the situation

“Not gonna happen hija” juli noticed that by isa kicking her legs she was attempting to escape so juli put leg on top of her waist and tickled her sides and belly with a few pokes to her belly button,isa was squealing and laughing and could still kick but it wasn’t doing much help

While all that was going on , pepa was blowing raspberries all over Dolores’s stomach and kissing her sides

Dolores couldn’t stop squealing and squeaking

“AHHEHEHEH *squeak* NAHAHAHAHAHAH *squeal* MAAHHAHAHAMAAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOP”

Pepa stopped blowing raspberries and used her unoccupied hand to tickle her ribs,digging her fingers in her ribs and tickling them while singing a melody to tease her

“IHIHIHIMHMHMH SOHOHOHRHRHRHRYHY MAHAAHAHAHIHIHIHIHI STOHOHOHOOHOHOHP” Dolores yelled

“You’re fault” pepa smirked

“WHAHAHAIHIHIT” isa screamed

“Oh hush hija, you know you love tickles and would want them any time” julieta said bringing her face closely towards isa’s not before pepa did the same to Dolores

Keep in mind that the poor girls were blushing red and obviously their moms picked up on it, they would tease them by saying like “awe ur so ticklish u become redder than ur own dress” and “look at that giggly face~ become redder by the minute”

“AHAHAHAH HEHEHAHAH”

“Tickle tickle hija~” pepa smiled

“Here comes the tickle monster~” juli grinned

“BWHAAHAHAHAH”

“Oh look at you both in a fit of giggles weren’t u guys mocking us a moment ago? And now look at you, pinned on the floor being tickled”

“Your giggles are so cute~”

“Are u guys Sorry?”

Both screaming yes

“Really?~”

Isa nodding her head and Dolores soon later agreeing

“Fine then but one last thing” pepa winked at juli, julieta gave pepa a confused look but soon later understand and on the count of 3 they blew

The hardest most strongest and longest raspberry they gave for 5 year olds so it wasn’t that bad, they weren’t about to kill their daughters

And that was the final blow that sent isa and Dolores into a silent laughter

(Don’t worry pepa and julieta were going gentle the entire time)

After the final blow, Pepa and julieta both set their daughter’s arms free and immediately Dolores and isa yanked them down putting them selfs in a fetus position

After the girls finally recovered by their mothers rubbing the ghostly tickles away, wiping the little tears they got from the raspberry and cutting the arepa into 2 pieces so both could share

“Thaht was cruehl” the girls still giggling after the attack

“Yehah, it was horror buht fuhn” Dolores added on

“Now you know not to mess with us huh?” Pepa gave one last poke to Dolores which made her flinch and batted her moms hand away receiving a bubbly giggle

“And that goes for you to missy” julieta teased as she held isa,placing her on her lap and nuzzled her nose to her nose letting isa chuckle

Pepa picked up Dolores and Dolores rested her head on her mother’s shoulder and isa resting her head on her mother’s chest, after a moment both isa and Dolores were sound asleep with their mothers stroking their hair

“I love moments like this” pepa stated

“Yeah me to, now let’s get them to bed…they look pretty worn out” julieta chuckled

“I mean yeah we did go a little rough on them” pepa gestured

“oh hush we didn’t go rough they are just dramatic” as both mothers were making their way up the stairs

Both mothers quietly giggled before going opposite and quietly entering their daughter’s room and gently placing them into bed tucking them in for a quit nap and giving a kiss before leaving the room with a heartwarming smile

The end :)

#encanto #ler #lee #leeisabela #leejuleita #lerpepa #lee Dolores #I am lowkey proud of this #encanto tickles #encanto tickle #tickle encanto

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